lol the title because it has nothing to do with the plot weeeeee

it all started with a dream, literally i dreamt everything that will happen in this fic. but hi, it's been a while and i know i have another multi chap oops sorry. But this needed to happen. Enjoy~

The four boys stepped out of the black SUV, eyes glued to the ground. It's not like they wanted to move to this town. It's not like they had a choice either. Gustavo had rushed them into a car, driving them, Mama Knight, and Katie to Beacon Hills. Telling them some excuse about how they weren't "safe" in LA.

They stood on the side walk, not really sure of what to do, after all starting a new school in the middle of the school year is never easy. The bell rang, Logan being the first to speak.

"we should just go to class, it's our first day the last thing we want is to be late" Kendall quirked his eyebrow. While James and Carlos groaned.

"I guess."

They walked up the steps, each walking down a different hall, to go to their new homerooms. Their schedules were different, only having some classes together.

Logan walked fast, his legs trying to carry him to class before the second bell. He adjusted his backpack, glancing down at his watch. Only 20 seconds left. Logan's eyes scanned the classroom signs, desperately looking for his new home room. 102, 103, 10- And suddenly he found himself flying to the ground, his book flying. He groaned, ready to snap at the person.

"I'm SO sorry, are you ok? I didn't see you" a boy reached out a hand, offering to help him up. Logan stared up at the boy, his mind blanking completely. Maybe it was the curly blonde hair, or the stellar white teeth, or maybe it was the shocking blue eyes, pleading for Logan to take his hand, a way of showing forgiveness. Logan took it, the firm hand pulling him up swiftly.

"are you ok? Honestly I'm really sorry" Logan wanted to speak but who couldn't find anything to say, his heart was beating fast. He saw the boy smirk, bending down to pick up Logan's book.

"Logan Mitchell?" he asked, eyes boring into Logan's. Logan nodded, reaching out for the book.

"you're new here? I've never seen you before" Logan cleared his throat, finally having the courage to talk.

"yeah just moved here from LA, w-with my three best friends" the boy nodded.

"oh really? In that case, welcome to Beacon Hills" The boy smiled, his perfect teeth showing completely. Logan smiled, checking his watch.

"thank you. but... I have to go to class. W-what was your name?" the boy smiled, lifting his hand up.

"Isaac" Logan took his hand, shaking it.

"Isaac" Logan repeated, letting the name roll off his tongue. It was a cute name. He watched as the blonde walked down the hall, turning the corner. Logan sighed, he was definitely liking this new school and he hadn't even made it to homeroom yet.

Lydia rolled her eyes, the two idiots on the board had no idea how to solve the logarithms. It was pointless to be in class these days. She reached in her bag, pulling out a novel, flipping through the pages before finding where she had left off. It was a romance novel, about a long haired beauty who falls in love instantly with a tall, broad shouldered god. She rolled her eyes again. As if that could ever possibly happen. There is no such thing as a 'god'

"Excuse me?" a voice rang through the silent classroom. Lydia looked up from her book, her breath slightly hitching as she caught sight of possibly the most handsome boy ever. The boy had short brunette hair, his skin tan, his biceps bulging against his leather jacket.

"I'm James Diamond and I'm new here" Diamond. Such a beautiful last name for such a beautiful creature.

The teacher directed James to take a seat, coincidentally in the seat in front of her. James moved down row, his chestnut eyes scanning around, until falling on Lydia, and flashing a full smile. Lydia found herself smiling back, something she hadn't done in so long. It felt odd, but in that moment it felt right.

Her eyes scanned around to see if anyone had caught her smile, something she couldn't let happen, she had to keep her hard exterior. Her eyes landed on Jackson, the blonde's eyes glaring at James, but to her surprise it wasn't with jealousy or anger. It was admiration or something else.

James sat in his seat, looking up at the board to see a bunch of numbers scribbled all over the board. It must have been a math class, but what kind of math class was this. It was dead, everyone around him with fat calculators on their desks, and books that looked like they weighed a ton. James turned around.

"Excuse, but um, what class is this?" The girl stared at him, her lips pursing slightly.

"Calculus" James nodded. Well that explained the calculators. James smiled, causing the girl to smile too.

"You have a really pretty smile" James cooed, the girl smiling even bigger, before smirking.

"I could say the same about you" the girl replied, twirling a piece of her hair.

"I'm J-"

"James Diamond. I know. I'm Lydia Martin" James chuckled, the girl was a dominant one.

"So you recognized me" He asked, running a hand through his hair.

"Recognized?" Lydia asked, quirking her eyebrow..

"From my band, big time rush" Lydia pursed her lips again, arching her eyebrow.

"What's a big time rush?" James groaned, nobody in this town knew them. James looked around for a clock, wanting to leave school as soon as possible. His eyes scanned until falling on one person. He turned around once again

"Who's that?" James pointed at the boy, Lydia's face turned to confusion.

"That's Jackson Whittemore" James watched the boy, the way he tapped the pen against the notebook in front of him. And the way he rubbed the back of his neck. James blinked, looking back at Lydia, who was currently sporting a frown.

"What?" James asked, and Lydia just chuckled, rolling her eyes, glancing at the clock.

"Nothing. Just wondering if you didn't have any other lunch arrangements, so you can join me and my friends." James smiled.

"Definitely, if you don't mind my buds joining to?" Lydia nodded, smiling.

"Oh right, your 'band'. Sure I don't mind" The bell rang, both getting up and walking out the classroom, James giving one last glance behind him at Jackson. Maybe Beacon Hills wasn't that bad.

"So you're a bench warmer?" Carlos bluntly asked, causing Stiles to choke on his milk.

"No I was front line once, I was just you know… doing stuff so I was late to the game…" Carlos rolled his eyes.

"So you're a bench warmer?" He asked again.

"Yes, ok Yes I'm a bench warmer, but look at you, wearing a hockey helmet, when hockey doesn't even matter at this school." Carlos laughed, patting his helmet.

"This? Is to keep me protected, and by next week I'll be on your little lacrosse team, I mean it's the same thing as hockey anyways, and I'm a pro." Carlos smirked, popping a tater tot into his mouth. Stiles scowled.

In walked Lydia, holding her lunch tray with poise, her heels clacking against the tile floor. Carlos looked up, his eyes nearly popping out as he laid eyes on her, his mouth hanging open.

"Whoa, who is that?" Carlos asked, nearly drooling, his eyes glued on her. Stiles looked up, noticing the girl walking into the lunchroom.

"That's Lydia Martin" Stiles said, glancing at Carlos, who was completely entranced.

"Wow, what a beautiful girl. Especially with those bottle green eyes and str-"

"Strawberry blonde hair yes I know" Stiles scowled again, beginning to stab his fork into his food.

"You guys dating?" Carlos looked at Stiles, his face completely serious. Stiles shrugged, leaning back in his seat.

"Something like that" Stiles replied, bringing the milk carton up to his mouth.

"So is that a no? because I can definitely see myself with that beauty" Stiles slammed his milk carton down on the table, looking straight at Carlos.

"It's a warning" Carlos laughed, looking at Stiles again, shaking his head.

"Hm, well we'll see about that Tiles, Snails or whatever your name is" Carlos said, getting up from his seat walking towards her table. Just then James walked in, noticing Carlos.

"Carlos!" he called out, the latino finding him and running over.

"James! where are you sitting?" James looked around the lunchroom, before finding Lydia.

"With her. You should come too" Carlos looked in the direction James was pointing at, his eyebrow quirking.

"You already got to her?" James shook his head, putting a hand on Carlos's shoulder.

"Dude, not that way. I met her in class. Why? You like her?" Carlos furiously nodded, smiling. "Then allow me to help you buddy" James replied, dragging Carlos along with him to the table.

"Hey Lydia" James chirped, taking a seat in front of her, Carlos taking one next to him. "This is my best friend Carlos"

"Why is he wearing a hockey helmet?" James looked at the helmet, patting it

"Because he is so committed to sports, you're into sports right?" Lydia shrugged her shoulders.

"Kind of, Lacrosse is more my sport"

"Yeah, I heard about that, which is why I'm joining the Lacrosse team" Carlos announced, his smile beaming. Lydia chuckled, twirling a piece of her hair.

"Are you trying to impress me?" She replied bluntly, Carlos bit his lip.

"Yes?" Lydia slid her tray to the side, bracing herself against the table.

"Listen Carlos… my ex-boyfriend was captain of the Lacrosse team. It takes a lot to impress me. Plus, you're not my type" Carlos flinched, it was never a good feeling to get rejected. "If you guys will excuse me, I need to go to the bathroom." And just like that, she got up from her seat, swaying her hips as she exited the room.

"Carlos I-"

"Wow" Carlos blurted out, his lips slightly curling. "I think I'm inlove." James rolled his eyes, his eyes scanning the lunchroom. Since Calculus he just couldn't get his mind off Jackson. He needed to talk to him, to get to know him, and most importantly, see him up close.

"You know I'm actually liking this school"

confused? me too? but don't worry. soon.