A/N: Well! It was about time that I re-did this story, right? So, if the story doesn't make sence, I apologize. I will be updating the second chapter tomorrow, so you can pretend that the other chapters don't exist. If you look at the date, this is the first Peddie story ever created on FanFiction. That is why it was so sloppy and short. I wanted to get it out there anyway. I hope you guys enjoy, and the haters stop hating!

I made up a little tune, dedicated to them.

I SEE EM' TROLLIN', THEY FLAMIN'!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything mentioned in this story, only the plot.

Just Maybe

Chapter One

Bloody Calculus. It was officially the hardest thing to learn. I am barley even passing my classes, yet Mr. Sweet decided to boost me up another level. Whatever I was doing before made a hell of a lot more sense.

I was sitting with my legs crossed at the library, located in the second building. It was extremely large, with three floors. Two were filled with books, and the other a lounge.

Can you see the reason why everyone says that this school is the most prestigious?

My parents sent me here when I was only thirteen. They were constantly bickering, and it soon started to take its toll on my grades. I, at first, felt like they were punishing me. Over the four years, I soon began to warm up to everyone.

Well, as warm as Patricia Williamson can get.

I had a tough exterior. No one could figure out why, not even myself. It does have its perks. Not a lot of people have the nerve to mess with me. Only few really know that I can be friendly and supportive, which is basically my housemates. I had grown up with them. We rarely fight because we know what our likes and dislikes.

I began to click my pen and smile at the memories we have shared together. Food fights, being kidnapped, and trying to stop a man from taking over the world. Not bad for a few teenagers.

A shadow blocked the sun from the skylight. I first thought it was a cloud, but heard breathing. I glanced up at a dirty blonde boy around my age. His eyes were a mix of chocolate brown and green, and he had a rather large nose.

"Either ask me what you want or move." I snapped. I only had one study hall a week. The hour I had was precious.

"Calm down fido. I just wanted to know the time." He said with a smirk on his face.

I looked him up and down and squinted. "You're American. No wonder why you can't see the clock right behind you."

He chuckled. "Something against us?" I didn't like him. He was cocky and arrogant.

"No, just the ones that have no reason to bother someone."

"Maybe I just wanted to talk to you." He leaned close enough that I could hear him breathing. "Is that so bad?"

"Get away from me. I have work to do, and you have days to ruin." Not listening to me, the snob sat down at the table.

"I'm Eddie."

I snorted and turned back to my work.

"I thought you Brits were supposed to be polite. I got it wrong I suppose." I continued to ignore him and switched my Calculus to my French worksheet. I began to focus, but not enough to get the blonde out of mind.

"Patricia Williamson. That's a mouthful." Eddie said, grabbing the paper. I had written my name on the top, and suddenly regretted it. I snatched it back, scoffed and collected my stuff. The bell was about to ring, so I took the elevator down to the first floor, and left the library.

I munched on my popcorn while watching Netflix. My work was done, and I had five more hours until the famous pin drops. MY mind was continuously wandering off to the guy I had met today. I hadn't seen him around at all. Nina Martin who lived in Anubis with me was the only American I knew that attended here.

I licked my lips and took another piece of popcorn out of the bowl.

Joy walked in and plopped down on my bed.

"Whatcha thinking about, Trish?" She asked, stealing my snack. I laughed at her ponytail. She had a large bump.

"I'm thinking about how messed up your ponytail looks." She threw a piece of popcorn at me and went to the mirror to smooth it out.

"Hey, do you mind making me some popcorn? Can you put more salt on it than you did on yours?" Joy asked, giving me her best puppy dog look. I always told her she looked more like a squirrel, but I hopped off my bed anyway.

I slowly opened the door leading to the hallway. Victor always disliked us for some reason…. Okay, it may be the part that we prevented him from living forever, but we had to save the future Anubis children. I personally think that we should be given some sort of award or a cash prize. We risked our lives and don't even get noticed.

I continued tiptoeing, until I noticed that the freak wasn't in his office. I smiled and made my way down the flight of stairs. I entered the kitchen, but suddenly halted.

"Patricia! I had no idea you lived here."

I blinked a few times, and finally regained myself. "What on earth are you here for?"

"You didn't hear? I'm your new house mate or whatever." Eddie said, smirking. I noticed that he had a large sandwich in his hand. It was annoying. Actually, when you begin to despise someone, everything they do becomes annoying. Breathing, eating, walking, etc.

I huffed and rolled my eyes. My eye twitched, showing that I was stressed. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a popcorn bag.

Just ignore him. He'll go away.

I did my best to do just that, but he was so loud when he ate. I turned around to see him chomping down on his sandwich with his mouth open.

"That's disgusting. Have you ever heard of manners? I think that they would really help you."

"I'm a teenage, American boy." He stated. Food came flying out of his mouth, and I took a step back. I looked at him once more, and noticed that I didn't put my popcorn in yet. I opened the machine and set the time for three minutes.

Three bloody minutes with Eddie.

I was curious however, to why he decided to travel to England. "Why are you here?" I asked, turning to face him. He was licking peanut butter off of his fingers.

"To go to school."

I have him a look, and crossed my arms. "No dip Sherlock. Why at this school, and why in this country?"

He shrugged. "My mom sent me off. I really don't know why and don't care. It's a nice change of scenery." He raised his eyebrows at me when saying the last part. I rolled my eyes once more.

"You really do know how to pick up girls, don't you?"

He chuckled, and advanced towards me. Just like he did before, his face was close to mine. His nose was close to touching mine. I looked up and a smirk was plastered on his face.

"You tell me."

I laughed. "Maybe in your country, but not in mine." A confused look flashed across his face. It was soon, but I continued on. "What's wrong? Never been rejected before?" I pouted and pinched his cheek.

"Better luck next time pal." I smiled at him innocently.

I heard a buzz, signaling that my popcorn was ready. I opened the bag, and poured it in a bowl. I crossed the kitchen and took the salt, sprinkling it on the snack. I turned on my heal, only to discover that the American was gone.

Who cares, right?