A/N: Here is a story I started writing a couple months ago. Thanks to Iwannahamberger2 for letting me manipulate the idea in to a story. Please read and review for more. Some school things could be wrong because I think the schools are run differently here.
Disclaimer: Don't own anyone or anything you recognize.
"See you later, mom," sixteen year old Olivia Benson says as she exits the vehicle.
"See you, sweetheart," her mother, Serena Benson, replies and starts up the car again.
It will be the last time she sees her mother sober until tomorrow morning.
Stepping on to the sidewalk, Olivia closes the car door and takes a deep breath to try and compose herself. Prepare herself.
She turns around and looks at the groups of teens chatting and fooling around. Groups surrounding benches, other sitting on tables and some just standing or leaning against walls.
Her new school.
The school bell rings and Olivia adventures in to the school yard. She has math first up and if she remembers correctly from her school tour last week, her class is upstairs, a few classes up past the upstairs restroom facilities. Room twenty nine.
Weaving through the crowds of unfamiliar people, Olivia makes her way in to the building and up the stairs.
She finally finds her first period class and walks in, nervously. All eyes are on her. She shakes off their stares and heads for the desk in the back left hand corner, to keep to herself.
Olivia keeps her head down until she feels a presence in front of her. She looks up and sees a tall, athletic built, strawberry blonde haired girl.
"That's my spot," she snarls at Olivia.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Olivia whispered and goes to stand up but the girl gently puts a hand on her shoulder and gently pushes her back down, confusing her.
"Forget it," the namesless girl whipers and sits at the next desk over. "I'm Casey..." she introduces herself. "Your first day?"
Looking over at Casey, Olivia nods shyly. "Yes, it is."
"You going to tell me your name or not?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm Olivia."
"Nice to meet you, Olivia."
"Nice to meet you too, Casey," Olivia nods with a small smile.
There is a moment's stare as they continue to wait for their teacher to arrive.
"You met anyone else yet?" Casey finally asks.
Olivia shakes her head. "No, not yet. I was late this morning. I missed home group," she explains. "But I saw lots of people hanging around out the front though."
Seeing the teacher finally walk in in to the classroom, Casey quickly nods. "Yeah, you always will. The popular kids and the naughty kids," she explains simply.
"Okay, class. Welcome back from summer vacation. I'm Mr Roberts... I understand we have a new student starting today. Olivia Benson, please stand up, let the class see you," says the tall, thin, short, sandy brown haired man, who looked maybe about thirty two years old.
Sighing, Olivia gets up and quickly sits back down again.
"Okay, time to get your books out," he tells the class and moves to the whiteboard.
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The bell rings, signalling the end of first period and the class all get up and leave the room.
"Olivia Benson, please stay behind," Mr Roberts says as she tries to leave with the rest of the students.
Olivia groans and turns back, heading towards the teacher's desk. "Yes?" she asks, confused as to why Mr Roberts wants to talk to her. She didn't get in to any trouble during the class. "Yes, Mr Roberts?"
The teacher looks her up and down, each time stopping at her chest. He is eyeing her breasts. He finally looks up at Olivia's face when she speaks up.
"You finished staring at my boobs?!" she snaps with her hands on her hips.
Blushing, Mr Roberts clears his throat. "I'm sorry... Are you handling the class work okay?"
Olivia nods. "Yes, it's fine. I was in the advance classes at my old school," she explains.
"Right, well, I will see you tomorrow. You can go now."
"Okay," Olivia replies and quickly walks out before the teacher and summon her back.
She opens the door and walks out in to the corridor but startles seeing Casey standing against a wall, one knee bent, her sneaker flat against the wall. "You're still here? Shouldn't you be in your next class already?"
Casey shrugs, unconcerned. "Yeah, but I was waiting for you. What class you got now?"
Olivia takes her timetable out of her pocket and has a look. "History with Mrs Tomkin."
"Me too," Casey laughs shyly. "We better hurry up. She'll be grumpy cause we're late."
Shrugging, Olivia puts her timetable back in to her pocket. "Where are your friends?" she asks as they head toward their second period class.
Casey sighs. "Don't really have any," she tells Olivia sadly.
"Oh okay. Well I know how you feel in that department... I didn't really have any friends at my old school."
Casey tilts her head in confusion. "Why not? You sound really nice to me."
"There's a lot that you don't know about me and when you find out you'll hate me..."
Right beside the class room door, Casey stops Olivia. "Don't play the pity game with me alright."
Olivia licks her dry lips and nods. "Okay."
The class door opens and an older lady pops her head out. "Casey Novak? Get in to class now. You're late... And who are you? Are you in this class?"
"Yes, miss," Olivia answered with a nod.
"Well you're both late. Get in here now," Mrs Tomkin scolds and opens the door fully to allow them room to enter.
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The day drags on but lunch finally rolls around and it finds Olivia and Casey sitting in the cafeteria, eating and making small talk.
"Tell me about yourself, Olivia... What? What are you staring at?"
Olivia shakes her head and clears her throat. "Sorry. What were you saying?'
Casey turns a little and sighs, seeing who she was loking at. A popular guy. A hot popular guy to be exact.
"Casey?"
Casey turns back and says, "Sorry... I asked you to tell me about yourself... If we're going to be friends, we should know about each other."
"Um, okay..." Olivia replies unsure. She'd been back-stabbed before, so she wasn't sure if she could but this girl, sitting in front of her, seemed to be trustworthy and genuine. "My name is Olivia Marie Benson. My birthday is May tenth and I am an only child of a single mother," she states simply, not wanting to go in to detail about herself, especially about how was conceived or about her mother.
Casey nods. "My name is Casey Leigh Novak. My birthday is September fifteenth and I am the middle child of three. I have an older brother, who is nineteen and a younger sister, who is five."
"What are their names?" asks Olivia.
"Patrick and Andrea."
Olivia smiles. "Cool," she replies and sighs sadly. "I wish I had brothers and sisters."
"It's not always glamourous," Casey laughs, "my brother just loves to boss me around."
"Yeah but I'd perfer that over being lonely," she whispers.
Casey takes a breath and exhales it slowly. "You want to come over my house tonight?"
Smiling slightly, Olivia nods. "Sure, that would be nice. Thank you."
"No problem. My sister will love you... What class you got next?"
Olivia pushes her lunch to the side and gets her timetable out again. "Umm... Gym," she groans.
"So have I... Let me look at your timetable."
Olivia passes her new friend her timetable and watches Casey look it over.
"Well, my friend," Casey laughs, passing it back to Olivia. "You're in my home group and all my classes."
"Really?" Olivia asks, furrowing her brows.
Casey nods. "Yep."
"Cool... Any girls I should protect myself from, that could be in our gym class?"
Casey thinks to herself for a moment before answering, "Yes. Jessica, Bethany, Dana and Krystal... oh and Kathy, but she doesn't speak much. She's going out with Elliot, the guy you were looking at though."
Olivia sighs. There goes her chance with the hot guy but it didn't mean she couldn't flirt. "You going to give me their last names?"
"To be honest, I don't even know their last names. I never paid any attention. Trust me, you'll know who they are when you see them," Casey assures her.
"Lovely," Olivia grumbles, sarcastically.
"They're harmless. I've never seen them actually physically hurt anyone... well besides tripping people over, that's about the extent that I've seen."
"Well, I guess we'll find out sooner or later because if they say anything rude about me or you, I will react. I won't put up with it," Olivia says adamantly.
"No, don't. I don't know what they're actually capable of," Casey tells her.
"I don't care. I don't take crap from anyone," Olivia stresses and shakes her head. "I get enough of that at home," she mumbles under her breath.
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Looking at all the girls in the changing room, Olivia becomes very nervous.
"What's wrong?" Casey asks and puts a hand on Olivia's shoulder, accidentally startling her. "Whoa! You alright?"
Olivia clears her throat and nods quickly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just hate gym."
"Don't worry, I do too. Let's go get changed in the cubicles," Casey suggests and the two of them head over there.
Heading in to the gym for class, Casey notices that she and Olivia were the last two to walk in and all the girls were staring at them.
"Oh look! Nice of you two to finally join us," one girl called out.
"Dana, leader of the group," Casey whispers and Olivia nods.
"We better join in. Hopefully it will go by quickly."
"Yeah," Olivia sighs. "Let's get this over with."
Playing a game of dodge ball, a girl, who Casey told Olivia was Krystal, throws the ball at Olivia and strikes her in the face, purposely.
"Ahh!" Olivia cries and falls to the hardwood floor, holding her bloody nose. "You bitch!" she yells at the red haired girl.
"Don't cry, you big baby!" Krystal laughs.
"Screw you!" Olivia yells and gets up before walking off the court, heading for the change rooms.
The teacher doesn't do a thing in way of applying first aid and Olivia is shocked but doesn't care. She doesn't want the added attention.
Olivia rushes in to a cubicle to grab some toilet paper before heading back over to the sinks.
"You okay?"
The voice startles Olivia and she looks up to see Casey standing there, leaning against one of the porcelain basins.
"What are you doing in here?"
"To help you. It's what friends do," Casey replies, simply, and gently takes the toilet paper from Olivia's hand before turning to face the basin and looking at Olivia in the reflection of the mirror as she wet the paper.
Olivia was still trying to get the blood to stop streaming but so far, no success.
"Here, try this. It's cold and wet. I don't know what I'm doing but I'm trying," Casey says and passes the wet item to Olivia. "Let's ditch after this."
Agreeing in an instant, Olivia nods. "Sounds great," she answers as they bleeding finally starts to slow down.