Chapter 1

Authors Note: Disclaimer: I do not own full metal alchemist or any of its characters

-I modeled the plot of ten things I hate about you to fit FMA. Keep in mind that it wont be exactly the same since the characters are matched to FMA. I just thought it would be fun to write about. Let me know what you think =]

Alphonse walked into the main office of Central High his eyes scanning the cluttered space. So far this school was just like all the others, even the lady at the front desk seemed somewhat familiar as he stepped towards her. Her forehead was crinkled in concentration as her hands flew over the computers keyboard with lightning like speed. Al cleared his throat in an attempt to catch her attention.

The secretary sighed slightly before bringing her gaze up to him, her glasses dangling on the edge of her nose. "May I help you?"

Al tried not to make a face as her voice croaked and reeked like a chain smoker. He made a mental note to stop breathing in her presence. "I was told I could pick up my schedule here?"

She gave him a calculating look before returning to her computer. "What's the name?"

"Uh it's Al. Alphonse Elric."

She frowned for a moment before the printer finally came to life. Pulling the piece of paper from the machine the secretary turned and placed it into Al's outstretched hand. "Here's your class list, I'll have my assistant Kain Fuery show you around."

Before Al could turn to leave she spoke again. "Hold it, my list shows that your brother Edward is also starting today is he not?"

Al rolled his eyes in exasperation, sometimes he questioned if they really were related. "Yeah, brother isn't known for his punctuality."

The secretary raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything. Instead she barked a name over her shoulder. "Fuery! Get out here."

A boy with dark glasses peaked his head out from the room behind her his eyes wide. Catching sight of the new kid he quickly grabbed his bag and ran over to Al's side.

"So you're new huh? The names Kain Fuery but you can just call me Fuery." He extended his hand in an offer of greeting.

Al grabbed his outstretched hand happy to meet at least one person at this school.

"My names Al." He sighed in relief as Fuery took his class list from him and began to lead him through the crowded hallway.

"Wow am I relieved. They usually send me some really nerdy tech kid."

Fuery went a little pale as they passed by the tech room, making it a point to distract Al from the people waving at him from inside.

"Yeah well you're in luck because I know the who's who of Central." He turned his head toward a group of guys all wearing Central Football jerseys. "See those are your typical jocks, all bran and no brain."

Al cocked his head to the side in wonder. Maybe this school was different, because he could have sworn one of the bulkier jocks with the name Armstrong across his jersey was sparkling.

As they kept walking Fuery pointed to a group sitting on the floor. "Over there you have your total stoners, they don't do much really."

"Hey is that kid allowed to smoke in here?"

Fuery shook his head, "Yeah well that's Havoc for ya. The teachers don't seem to really care; I guess they just realize it's a lost cause with that kid. He wouldn't part with those things without a fight."

Al was about to laugh when his attention was suddenly drawn to the most beautiful girl he had ever laid eyes on. Her smile cast the rest of the people around her into a dark shadow of insignificance. It was impossible not to stare, Al was sure he was dreaming. His words came out in a breath of awe, "Who is she?"

Fuery's eyebrows shot up as he caught sight of who Al was referring to. "Oh that girl, well all you need to know is that she's out of your league."

Al felt a little offended but let his curiosity register first, "Why?"

"Why?! That's Elicia Hughes the princess of Central. She's a stuck up brat who couldn't be bothered with guys like us."

Elicia walked by them a brown haired girl with pink streaks in her hair trailing along beside her. Al could make out part of their conversation as they walked by.

"I don't know if I'm a big fan of winter, I just don't think layers are in."

The brunette looked thoughtfully at Elicia before replying in the same concerned voice, "But you can accessorize in the winter."

"Yeah Rose but the accessories just add bulk not fashion."

"Oh! That's so true."

Fuery shook his head, "Those girls aren't exactly the sharpest tools in the shed if ya know what I mean."

Al didn't believe a word of that.

"I don't know, I think there's more to her than that... I mean look at her she's perfect."

Fuery gave a shrug as the two girls passed them by. "All I'm saying is that she's one of those girls that make guys like us cower at her feet. Meanwhile guys like him get to gloat because they can have what we can't."

Confused Al looked away from Elicia to see a well dressed boy with slicked back hair staring at her, a cocky grin etched on his face.

Al frowned for a moment, "Who is that guy?"

"That's Kimblee man; he can have any girl that he wants. The guys loaded and if that's not enough he's also a model."

This time Al didn't try to hold back the laughter that tore from his chest. Between each burst of laughter he managed to talk. "A model? You've got to be kidding me!"

Fuery shook his head in amusement, "Yeah well he's god's gift to women around here."

Kimblee kept his gaze on Elicia as she walked by. He seemed content to watch her backside as she passed him. Greed smiled beside him whistling softly, "It's too bad she's off limits."

Kimblee growled with distaste, "No ones off limits to me."

"Ha that's what you think man. I don't even think you could get her, not with her overprotective father. Word has it that she can't date unless her sister does."

The sound of a loud engine and a slamming door grabbed his attention to the girl walking through the front doors. He eyed her with a kind of determination. "Hmm that is a problem."

The 67' Ford Mustang's engine growled with a rumbling roar as the girl behind its wheel pulled into Centrals parking lot. Sliding out from its interior Winry slammed the door behind her slinging her bag over her shoulder. It was the usual routine and like always she avoided the eyes of her peers as she navigated through Centrals hallways. People backed away from her path or looked away when she passed by. She didn't particularly care for this reaction; in fact she was more than happy to be able to pass through this insufferable institute without interference.

A colorful poster on the wall exaggerated the age old ridiculous tradition she had been dreading. In an act of spite she proceeded to rip it from the wall, stuffing it in the nearest trash can. The voice of protests behind her didn't even register in her mind as she came to her first class taking her seat and pulling out her work.

It would be wrong to think that she didn't like learning. She just loathed the impossibly idiotic students around her and the teachers that spent more time grumbling about their pay than actually teaching.

Her literature teacher Ms. Hawkeye commanded rather than asked them to pull out their books. A voice from the boy sitting behind her made her skin crawl.

"Oh Win aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Don't suppose you would reconsider being a self righteous bitch and meet me after class in the locker room…"

Winry turned quickly in her chair her eyes ablaze as she took in the arrogant stare of Kimblee.

Hawkeye cleared her throat as her glare sent daggers at the two of them. "Mr. Kimblee, Miss Rockbell do you have something to contribute to this class?"

Kimblee barked out a loud laugh, "Yeah, maybe you could ask Winry if she could please remove the stick up her ass."

Winry turned towards the teacher in front of her, her hand twitching with a punch she wished she could throw. "I'm sorry I didn't realize this was the special ed class."

The class roared with laughter as Kimblee sank back into his chair in embarrassment.

Her smug attitude slowly disappeared as Hawkeye walked over to her.

"Well I couldn't agree more that Mr. Kimblee lacks intelligence…I cannot have my class turned into some kind of teenage soap opera."

A scowl of anger and exasperation appeared across Winry's face, "But Ms. Hawkeye I can't be expected to learn anything with this idiot sitting so close to me."

Hawkeye raised an eyebrow before pointing to the door. "Well Miss Rockbell if you would please remove yourself than perhaps the problem can be solved."

Winry's mouth fell open in surprise. But one look at the teacher told her that she was being dead serious. Grabbing her bag she managed to swing it right into Kimblee's face as she exited the room.

She walked quickly down the deserted corridor wanting to get this over with as soon as possible. Without knocking she jumped in surprise when the principle Mr. Mustang opened the door to his office. "Ah Miss Rockbell I hope you aren't hear to see me."

Winry sighed in frustration as she avoided his eyes. "I didn't do anything." It was suddenly impossible for her to hold back her words. "It's just absurd that I have to sit in a class with the most immature boys on the planet."

Mustang smiled widely reminiscing about his own behavior when he was in school. "Yes and I suppose you did nothing to bring this upon yourself did you? Funny, I seem to remember an occasion not so long ago that a boy was sent from the cafeteria saying that someone had hit him with a wrench?"

Winry fidgeted nervously.

"Yeah he said some girl had thrown it at him…but after seeing the mark on his head I find it hard to believe that a girl could do that."

Winry tried not to look guilty as Mustang observed her with a knowing look.

Before he could further their discussion a boy with a long blonde ponytail walked into the office a long red trench coat drawing the attention of everyone in the room. Winry whose back was turned didn't notice. "Well if you're not going to suspend me can I just go to study hall?"

Mustang was too busy staring down the strange boy to really care. "Yeah."

When she turned to leave she heard him yell after her. "I don't want to have these little talks anymore Miss Rockbell. I suggest you learn how to tune people out."

Winry smirked and kept walking; tuning him out entirely.

Mustang put his fingers to his temples; he would have to talk to Hawkeye about what she had done later.

Ed checked his watch as he walked through the office doors. He was definitely an hour late. Nice. Before he could ask for his schedule he noticed a blonde haired girl standing in front of what appeared to be the principles door. The girl seemed to be holding her own against the young male principle. The girl finally seemed to make her point and stormed out of the office, but not before Ed got a glimpse of ocean blue in her eyes.

"Can I help you?"

Ed blinked several times before he realized the lady at the front desk was talking to him. Pulling his attention off the blonde now disappearing down the hallway Ed turned to lean on the counter. "Yeah the names Elric. I'm new here."

The lady seemed to look him over once before she typed in his information. "Yes well Mr. Elric I might remind you that school did start at 8am."

Ed smiled at her. "I had no idea."

However his charming attitude had no appeal to her. "Yes well your brother had no problem getting here on time. Just make sure it doesn't happen again."

Ed raised his eyebrows in mock innocence. "Of course."

As he exited the office he walked around slowly, he was in no hurry to go to his class. He was more interested in the blonde from the office…

Maria Ross sat in Winry's car as they waited to pull out from the parking lot. She watched as Kimblee drove his shiny red convertible over to where Elicia and Rose were standing.

"Well that's a new development."

Winry frowned as she waited impatiently to pull out of the crowded lot. "What is?"

Her mouth dropped open as she watched her little sister jump in the back of Kimblee's car. "You've got to be kidding me."

Her patience riding on low she went to hit the gas when a nerdy kid who worked in the office drove his moped in front of her. Thoughts of Kimblee still in her head she yelled out the window. "Move it moron!"

Al barely managed to get out of the way as the Mustang floored by him. "Geez what's her problem?"

Fuery still seemed pretty shaken up by his encounter with the girl. "That's Winry Rockbell; she's your girl's older sister."

Al's eyes widened with surprise. "She's Elicia's older sister?"

"Well her parents died when she was little and there are no good schools where she's from. So during the school year she lives with the Hughes."

Fuery chuckled darkly, "They treat her just like she is their daughter. In fact rumor has it that Elicia's not allowed to date until Winry does. Mr. Hughes is pretty protective of his little girl so I think he's using this as a way to keep her from dating."

Al seemed to perk up at that thought. "Perfect! We just need to find someone to date Winry and Ill be able to ask out Elicia!"

"Ha! Good luck finding someone who would be dumb enough to risk their neck by going out with that girl. She may be one of the prettiest girls in school but no guy is stupid enough to try anything with her. Come to think of it the last guy to try ended up getting a wrench to the face…"

Al however had stopped paying attention as he watched his brother walk up to them. "I have the perfect guy in mind."