Jordan took a deep breath and braced herself before she walked into the office, the familiar sound of printers and computer keys clacking filled her ears as she rounded the corner and stopped dead in her tracks. She was ready for anything, but she wasn't ready for this.

Sitting in front of her, slouched back in the chair, legs stretched out in front of him, head tipped back and eyes closed, was the most gorgeous male she had ever seen grace Charming. And that was saying something, since up until recently she had thought Jax Teller was the hottest thing in Charming. She took a moment to look him over, allowing her eyes to roam.

He had caramel colored skin, his head shaved except for the mohawk that was cut close to his head. He wore a black t-shirt that seemed to fit every groove in his body just right with a pair of baggier cargo jeans and black boots. A black hoodie laid over the arm of the chair casually and a black and green backpack sat at his feet. She shook her head and walked over to the desk, leaning against it as Mrs. Rosemary sifted through a mountain of paperwork. She finally 'ah-ha'd' and handed a sheet of paper towards Jordan, who took it gingerly, her eyes sweeping over it.

"A schedule?" Jordan asked confused, raising an eyebrow and glancing back at Mrs. R.

"His schedule." She said, standing and making her way around the desk, stopping in front of the boy in the chair. "Juan Carlos." She snapped, causing his eyes to fly open. He straightened in the chair and looked up at her, his eyes wide. Jordan stayed focused on the schedule, biting her lip to keep from laughing. "This is Jordan Taylor." Jordan's shoulder's sagged and she looked up from the schedule in her hands, only to be met with the most beautiful brown eyes she had ever seen.

She smiled and took a step forward, holding out her hand. He stared at her for a minute, unaware of his mouth slightly hanging open as he looked up at her, then took her hand and shook it quick, dropping it as if it was on fire. She handed him his schedule and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "I'm the one that's gonna show you around. Guess it makes sense considering our schedules are the same." She tilted her head a little and watched him swallow nervously.

"Uh, yeah. Ok. Great." He stammered out. She grinned as he stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulder, reaching for his hoodie. "Just, uh, back home they call me Juice." He said with a little cough. Jordan raised an eyebrow.

"Is that what you prefer?" She asked as they made their way out of the office and down the hall. He nodded and kept his eyes glued to the floor, occasionally looking around, but not at her. "Cool. You might here people call me Jordie. Don't call me that though, I hate it." She said, leaning over to glance at his schedule, which wasn't hard, considering he was only an inch or so taller than she was. She felt him stiffen when their arms brushed and she bit her lip to keep from giggling. "Ok, soooo…" She said, drawing out the word, her accent breaking through slightly. "Right, English."

They paused at her locker and she spun the combination dial. It stopped with a click and she pulled the door open, slipping the hat off her head and tossing it on the top shelf. She ran a brush through her long blond hair and closed the locker, turning to look at Juice in the process. She noticed how he watched her with big eyes and fought to hide the smile that wanted to appear. She jerked her head and they started walking again, falling in step next to each other. They paused in front of a door with a single window. Juice watched as Jordan glanced through the window, groaned, then sighed and pulled open the door.

When they walked in, all eyes were on them. Juice noticed the way she twitched when she caught the eye of a guy with blue eyes and long blond hair. "Jordan, you're late." The white haired teacher said. Jordan rolled her eyes and sauntered to the desk, laying a piece of paper in front of the teacher.

"I know, Ms. Flake but," She motioned for Juice to come over and he did, slowly. "This is Juan Carlos Ortiz. He's the new student Mrs. Rosemary roped me into mentoring for the next the couple of days. I was completely blindsided by the whole thing." Ms. Flake flicked her eyes to Juice.

"Uh, I prefer Juice, actually." He muttered, his head down. Jordan laughed and he looked up to see her waving his words off, her eyes twinkling.

"You're wastin your time, Juice. Its hard to find a teacher here who will call you by a nickname." Juice raised an eyebrow and Jordan grinned. "Don't worry. I'll call you Juice." She said, giving him a wink. She watched as he turned a little red and turned back to the teacher when she cleared her throat.

"Jordan, take the seat next to Jackson. Juan can sit next to you." Juice cringed when Ms. Flake called him Juan and Jordan flinched when she said to sit next Jax, but she didn't argue. Instead, she sauntered down the aisle and slid into the desk, and as Juice slid into the one next to hers, he realized with a start this was the blond kid Jordan had twitched over when she saw him.

"How you doin darling?" Jax asked, leaning over. Jordan rolled her eyes and crossed her legs. Juice watched the exchange closely.

"I was doin good, Teller. But then, well, you know." She motioned to the seating arrangement and Jax grinned.

"I know, pretty lucky ain't it?" He asked. Jordan shook her head and pulled out her phone, holding it under the desk so she wouldn't get caught.

"Not exactly the word I would use." She muttered but Jax's grin didn't falter. Juice watched her in disbelief, unable to take his eyes off her. He saw Jax's gaze briefly flit to him, a cold look in his eyes, but it was gone as fast as it was there.

"So you're the new kid huh?" He asked. Jordan glanced up from her phone and looked at Juice, her face passive as she watched him swallow, then nod.

"Yeah. Name's Juice." He said simply. Jax's mouth quirked into a smile and he gave Juice a slight nod.

"Where you from?" Jax asked. Jordan whipped her head around and looked at him, her eyes narrowed. Juice hesitated and Jordan set her phone in her lap, crossing her arms.

"Queens, New York." She responded, flashing Juice a grin when he gave her a questioning look. She looked at Jax and her grin turned into a smirk.

"Already getting to know him, huh?" Jaz asked her smoothly. Jordan tensed and glanced at Juice, then back to Jax and shrugged.

"Not really, no. It's not any of your business, Teller, but I spent some time in New York down around Queens. I know the accent when I hear it." Juice's eyebrows shot up as Jax tilted his head slightly.

"How can you tell he has an accent? He hasn't said much." Jordan hitched a shoulder and picked her phone back up.

"He talks to me." She said simply. Jax smirked and leaned back in his seat.

"Yeah, I bet he does." He muttered and Jordan gave him a sharp, icy glare.

"Watch it Teller." She warned, slinging her purse over her shoulder and dropping her phone inside as the bell rang. In one fluid motion she stood up, motioned for Juice to follow her and headed out the door, leaving Jax to stare after them.