A/N: This is my first 'Faking It' fanfiction. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: The plot and my original character(s) are mine; the rest belongs to MTV's 'Faking It'.

This will be finale-compliant, so there will be spoilers for the whole of Season 1.

Emilia

"Come on Mils, it won't be that bad. Hester's supposed to be an excellent school and I'm sure you'll make friends in no time." I raised an eyebrow at my brother. "They're so much more accepting than Stevenson high. I heard they even had two girls as homecoming queens so you'll fit right in."

"Yes, because my sexual orientation is the only important thing about me." I quipped. I loved my brother and appreciated how hard he was trying, but nothing he said was going to make me want to get out of the car.

"I suppose we could just turn around and go home to tell the parents that you want to go back to Stevenson." Well, anything except maybe that. I looked at him and he was grinning at me, knowing he'd won this argument. I grabbed my bag from the back seat, making sure I hit him with it, and got out of the car.

I shut the car door and heard him start singing to some awful pop song as he drove off. Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I took a deep breath and started walking up the steps to the front door.

I look around me and see a few people looking at me. This high school is small compared to my last one, so I guess everyone knows everyone else here and has already realised I was new. Lowering my head, I upped my pace and headed straight through the door, down the corridor and into the small reception area. Nobody was at the desk so I sat and waited.

I see posters all over the walls of two girls. The homecoming queens. Matt was right, this school had had two girls. I guess they were more accepting than Stevenson, or I hoped, at least. I heard a door open to my left and see a man walk in. "You must be Emilia Davis-Sutton, yes?"

"I just go by Millie, actually" I had always hated my full name; it always sounded so pretentious when anybody said it. I grabbed my bag as I stood up.

"Very well, Millie. I'm Mr. Griffiths. I have here your schedule and a school map" He said, handing me a small pile of papers. "We usually try not to escort new students everywhere too much, that way no more attention is drawn to then than necessary. Though, we are more than happy to assign you a buddy, if you'd prefer."

"No thank-you, I'll be fine. I've never really been one for company anyway." I told him, as I began to study my map, hoping I wouldn't have to use it too much today.

"Very well, Millie, welcome to Hester."

Amy

"Are you two still not talking?" Oliver asked, as he came over to join me on the grass. I shook my head in response, there wasn't really much I could say. Karma and I hadn't spoken since my mum's wedding; almost 2 months now. It was the longest amount of time we'd ever been out of contact. For the first time since Kindergarten I'd had to start a new school year without my best friend.

"She hasn't contacted me all summer, a lot went down at the wedding and I think we both needed to cool off." I say. I've avoided thinking about the wedding ever since it happened, especially the morning after, where I woke up in bed with Liam Booker. I've never been more disgusted with myself; just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.

"Amy? Are you coming?" I look around to see that Oliver has stood up and is heading inside. "The bell has already gone, we need to go in." I look around the school grounds, in hope of seeing Karma, but she's obviously already gone in. She wouldn't miss the first day back, would she?

"Yeah, I'm coming." I say, picking up my bag. "I just zoned out for a second there, sorry."

Taking another look behind me, at the now empty grounds, I head inside.

Karma

I wake up to the sound of my alarm beeping at me. I open my eyes and see 7:00am displayed on the clock. I hit snooze, roll back over and go straight back to sleep.

15 minutes later, my alarm wakes me up again. Snooze.

Another 15 minutes passes and I realise I need to start getting ready if I want to be at school on time. Snooze.

Rolling over, I see the sun streaming through my window so bright that it hurts my eyes. I struggle to read the time on my clock. I turn it around so I can see it more clearly. It's 8:00am. I slept through the alarm.

"Shit!" I jump out of bed and run to my wardrobe, grab the first thing I see and throw it on. I quickly put some foundation on, and then I add a bit of mascara and lipstick. I take my bag off the hook and throw it over my shoulder, run down the stairs and out of the door before my parents can say anything.

I get to the bus stop as my bus pulls away. I try waving, to draw the attention of the driver, despite knowing that it's useless.

I know Amy will think I've ditched now, she'll never forgive me. I pull out my phone, and put in her number but I can't bring myself to press call. We haven't talked all summer; I don't know what I'd even say to her.

Scrolling down my contacts, I stop at Liam's number. He can drive; maybe he'd give me a ride. I laugh at the thought. Of course he wouldn't, he hasn't spoken to me for weeks either. I look at the name above his. I really don't want to call them but it's my only option. I click the contact and dial.

Lauren

"You have got some fucking nerve. What the fuck do you want?" I ask, as I answer the phone.

"I missed the bus and I could really do with a ride." Karma whines down the phone.

"So, you think you can treat Amy like that, not speak to her for months and then call her STEP-sister and beg for a fucking ride?! You are out of your mind." I yell at her down the phone.

"She told you what happened?" Karma sounds shocked; not that I'm surprised.

"Don't be so fucking ridiculous, of course she didn't, that would be betraying you; which, from what I hear, is your job, not hers. I was eavesdropping and, might I just say, you are truly a pathetic bitch."

"Since when do you care about Amy anyway?" She asks.

"I don't, but she's family now, and families stick together. 'Cause clearly friends don't." I reply, my voice dripping with disdain. "I'll be at the bus stop in 10 minutes. As, believe it or not, I am a better person than you are." I end the call and finish eating my cereal.

"Where's Amy this morning?" My dad asks, as he walks into the room.

"She already left, she got the bus." I tell him.

"Didn't you offer her a lift in your new car?" He questions.

"She'd up and gone before I even got the chance. I think she was hoping to see Karma on the bus, though I doubt that'll be happening." I say, as I grab my stuff. My dad doesn't reply; he's too engrossed in his paperwork.

I head out to the driveway, jump in my car, put on some music and head off to pick up Karma.