Author's Note: Here's the real tea: I've never actually been in high school. I'm homeschooled oooops XD

This fanfiction was inspired by Taylor Swift's genius and amazing song/music video for You Belong With Me. Seriously. Find it, and watch it, now. Before you read this. It's SOOOOO GOOD, and really quite satisfying.

(then come back and read, because this story is pretty terrific as well, if I do say so myself)

READ THIS FOR MAIN PAIRINGS INCLUDED:

Karamel

Theroy

ColdCanary

Olicity

Westallen

Snowbert

Sanvers

(there are others developed/mentioned later in the fanfiction)

If you don't like one or two pairings, pleeeease give this a chance even so! The characters are my high-school interpretation, so basically Westallen is WAY cuter than in the show LOL (please don't kill me WA fans I'm sorry).

And again, there are more ships than this that happen about halfway through, and even more that are mentioned in passing. So PLEASE give it a chance because I worked REALLY hard on this story!

Monday morning dawned bright and stressful. It was a brilliant September day, despite the weatherman's nearly unanimous cautions of rain.

'Well, maybe the Universe really is looking out for me today,' smiled Kara Danvers as she gazed out at the blue sky, and then slipped on a shirt that was nearly the same color.

Her adoptive sister, Alex, met her yawning in the hallway, combing her fingers through her short hair, tangled with bedhead. Kara beamed. "First day of school, Alex!"

"I remembered that, somehow." Alex said, then shut herself in the bathroom for the next half hour.

Kara bounced down to breakfast in her preppy pleated skirt, hugged her adopted mom Eliza, and bit into a pancake. "Yum, thanks. I was starving."

"You're always starving." Eliza reminded her, flipping a few more pancakes on the griddle. Pancakes on the first day of school was always a tradition for the family of 3.

Alex came into the kitchen and slumped groggily in her chair. "Thanks for making the food, mum." She picked at her plate, twisting her fork back and forth in her fingers.

"Nervous?" Kara asked, not seeming all that anxious herself. Alex grunted something. "Oh, come on, it won't be that bad. New teachers, new classmates." She trailed off, and tried a different approach, "New boys..."

"I'm gay." Alex reminded her.

"New girls, then!" Kara beamed, satisfied. "I call shotgun on the car ride there!"

"Of course you... I'm driving." Alex said, squinting as she tried to figure out how her sister's brain could be so tiny and... awake.

"All the better."

Eliza got her two daughters, dressed and with backpacks already filled with pre-received books, out the door and into the car. Alex woke up on the drive over, aided by the normal mug of coffee in her cupholder. The girls didn't speak much, and the only sound other then Ron Ross' morning DJ-ing was the rustle of Kara's shirt as she bounced her leg.

Alex pulled up her silver Prius to the students' parking lot, and picked up her bag, her sister trotting along behind her. "Senior year, huh?" Kara chattered. "Pretty ex-cit-ing..."

Alex rolled her eyes. "Just you wait until it's your senior year. You won't be such a... butterfly."

Kara seemed to take the slight jab as a compliment, and beamed at everyone they passed, including the entire school's least favorite teacher, Ms. Grant.

Ms. Grant was an English teacher for all the sophomores. It was said that she had a glare that would kill and a tongue that could tear you down where you stood, but Kara had loved her, even going so far as to call her her mentor. They had a bond, no one could argue with that.

Alex and Kara were met at the door by another teacher- taller, with white hair. "Good morning, Professor Stein." Alex greeted politely.

He nodded, looking taxed on sleep and distracted. "Mmm... hello, Allie."

"It's Alex." She corrected, but her favorite teacher was already wandering away.

Kara bounded through the doors, waved to the secretary, and ran up to a anxious looking, dark haired boy. "Winn!"

"Kara!" He gave her a awkward, albeit pleased, hug. "How was your summer?"

"Sooooo busy." Kara said, adding a couple hundred 'o's to the word.

Alex pressed passed them, waving belatedly at her sister. "Have a good day." She called, dodging excited kids to reach her locker.

A flying tackle nearly sent her to the ground. Brown hair swished into her face, back to it's previous long length of freshmen year. "Aaaaalex!" Thea Queen gushed, squeezing her friend happily. "You finally got here!"

"I'm not late." Alex smiled.

Sara Lance, and her sister Laurel, followed close behind the petite brunette. "Hey, 'Lex." She grinned, placing one hand on her hip as it slipped out to the side. "Ready for the new school year?" She winked, not waiting for a response. "I hear that there's a few new students."

Thea, always up to date on the newest gossip, leaned in conspiratorially. "2 kids, a male and female. One of them is here all the way from Alaska. And the other one's just from Massachusetts."

"I saw her." Laurel said, to all their interest. "She's really pretty."

"Is she now?" The bisexual and completely at ease with it Sara smiled. Her gaze flicked to Alex. "Don't worry, I'll give you a chance, first."

"Yeah right." Alex rolled her eyes and stuffed her bag into her locker, only grabbing the book she needed for her first class: AP Chemistry. "What year is she in?"

"Senior... I think." Laurel, a senior herself, frowned in consideration.

Sara sighed, looking legitimately disappointed. "Ah well, guess she's all yours then, 'Lex."

"We don't even know if she gay, Sara!" Alex protested, fighting a grin.

The girls started to walk down the hallway, stopped only a few times by acquaintances from year before. They parted ways at the calculous classroom, so Alex and Laurel, the two seniors, could take the stairway up to their wing. "See ya, nerds!" Sara called after them, waving to Thea and continuing on her walk to her first class of the day.

Thea and Sara rejoined again for lunch. "How was your morning?" Thea asked, swinging her handbag back and forth as they walked.

Sara bounced on her toes, looking for a suitable place to do a cartwheel in the crowded hallway. "Pretty boring." She said. "We did work, and sat and sat and sat."

Sara was one of those high schoolers that could play 3 seasons of sports (Lacrosse, basketball and soccer), then added on a mixed martial art class and once-a-week gymnastics, but still managed to have time for homework, friends, and "family time with Dad" as she and Laurel fondly called it. She hated sitting still, and seemed to have an endless reservoir of energy that either made the people around her exhausted or jumping off the walls themselves. When asked how she did it, the only response was, "I live off of caffeinated drinks."

Thea glanced around the cafeteria, looking for a spot to sit. She caught a look of a boy sitting at a table by himself. He had a dark red hoodie, pulled low over his face, and through the shadows, Thea could only glimpse an attractive nose and strong jaw. She furrowed her brow, interested, and nudged her friend. "Hey, who's that?"

Sara followed her gaze, peering around some tall boys shoulder, and took a look. "Uh... hang on... hang on... I got nothing."

"His name's Roy Harper." Iris West, hearing their conversation, latched on. The girls greeted their dark haired friend with smiles and hugs, but once the pleasantries were over, Iris got back to business. "Roy Harper is a total bad boy- I wouldn't mess with him, Thea."

Thea nodded absentmindedly, searching for another glance of Roy. He intrigued her, and she wanted to know more about him. And when Thea Queen wanted something, she was sure to get it.

Before she could make a move to go sit at Roy's table (her current plan), Sara grabbed her wrist. "C'mon, I see a table over there."

Iris joined their group of two, something she had done frequently during their sophomore year. The other two didn't mind. Iris was nice to be around, and kept them up to date with everything going on in the classes they weren't in. She worked for the school newspaper, and was extremely social, knowing the names and phone numbers of nearly all the kids in their year. That, paired with Thea's chatty and likable nature, gave them enough drama and gossip to last 5 years, much less one.

All three girls brought lunches from home, a habit developed from many years of experience dealing with disgusting (and fattening, as Thea said) cafeteria food. They talked through mouthfuls of lunch, joined only by a few other juniors, some of Iris' friends.

Caitlin, Cisco and Julian were considered the "science nerds" of AV High. They consistently dominated the top of any science class they walked into- and even some of the math classes. They were stuck in heated discussion about who knows what even after they sat down at the table and started eating.

Iris waved. She was ignored, except for Caitlin's brief, "Hello, Iris- No, because the systematic equation wouldn't factor out between denominators, it-"

They were mostly ignored.

Lunch finished up with Sara bemoaning the loss of recess ("I know we stopped having it 2 years ago- it's still awful!") and finally finding a place to do a cartwheel in the hall. Unfortunately, a teacher caught her in the act, and gave her a 5 minute talk about responsible walking. She was late to class.

Kara crossed paths with her sister only once that day, when she was on her way to her extra, astronomy, taught by Professor Hank Henshaw. She found it interesting, and was joined in that opinion with about 12 other students. One, she would find in a few minutes, to be the new boy.

Alex grabbed her arm as they avoided hitting each other on their separate paths. "I met Maggie," she whispered excitedly.

"Good for you," Kara said back, having no clue to who Maggie was, or why she was important.

Alex didn't offer up any more information, and released her sister so that she could get to AP Physics in before second bell. Kara shook her head and walked into class.

She slammed straight into the chest of a well built, attractive boy, clothed in a collared shirt and jeans. Kara's eyes zipped up, and she zoned out the rest of the classroom the second the boy smiled. "Hi," he said. "Sorry about that."

"Uh..." Kara garbled, tongue suddenly not connecting to her brain.

The boy's smile faltered slightly, and he stepped back, choosing to hold out his hand awkwardly in front of him. "I'm Mon-El."

"Kara. Danvers," Kara responded, shaking his hand hurriedly, glad for something to do. "You, um, new here?"

"Yeah." They both blinked at each other, the newly named Mon-El shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "From Alaska."

"Wow. It's cold there, right?"

"Yeah. Well I mean... some parts. Are cold. Other's... aren't."

They were still staring into each others eyes, only about a foot of awkward space between them.

Some idiot (named Ray Palmer, though nobody really seemed to care) decided that space was enough to go through, and squished himself between them. "Sorry, 'scuse me, thanks," he apologized, stumbling into a seat and setting his book carefully on his desk.

It broke the spell, and both Mon-El and Kara coughed and looked away, hurrying to grab seats of their own, far away from the other's. Kara tried not to look at him the whole class, but he was just so cute, it was hard not let her eyes drift to the left, away from the constellations on the ceiling. The third time she slipped, she caught his beautiful eyes and they both blushed, hurriedly looking away. She didn't look at him for the rest of class.

As soon as Professor Henshaw dismissed class, Kara was out the door. She all but ran down the hallway, dreading losing herself to a boy's smile like she had before. That wasn't her. She wasn't like that.

Kara stopped at her locker, and found Julian and Caitlin, two of Winn's friends, standing close together and smiling at each other. "Hi, guys." She greeted.

They both broke eye contact, looking guilty, like talking without Cisco wasn't allowed. Caitlin gave her a small wave. "Hello, Kara. It's nice to see you. How was your summer?"

"Really busy." Kara sighed. "Art camps, I had a job at Zeal's Clothes, and Alex was trying to teach me calculous..." She laughed. "It didn't really work."

"Calculous is tough," Julian allowed. "Just not for me."

Caitlin elbowed him. "Rude," she hissed, giving him a look.

Kara smiled at their dynamic, watching Julian turn to defend himself from her comment. They broke into an argument about what was and wasn't considered rude, and the exact definition of modesty. Kara slipped away, letting them talk. She didn't really know Julian and Caitlin, only through Cisco who she knew through Winn and the occasional game night.

Kara slung her bag over her shoulder, astronomy being her last class for the day. She pushed open the door, holding it for the student behind her, and blinked into the sunshine. It really was a beautiful day.

Sara Lance bounced past her, stopping only to wave. "Helloooooo Alex's little sister!" She called over her shoulder. Then she did a handspring in the grass of the front lawn. "We are done with school for today!" She yelled, spinning with her hands outstretched to the sky.

Thea came down the steps at a more leisurely pace, closely followed by Iris, grinning at her friend. "You gonna do that every day after school? Or is today just special?"

Sara stopped spinning, and then did a back handspring. She stumbled to a stop in front of the petite brunette. "Today is very special. But I might do it every day. I don't know." Her eyes flicked to her watch. "Laurel should be out of her last class now but she's slow. So we have a little bit of time to kill."

The four girls eye's (because Kara was standing awkwardly with them, trying to be involved in the conversation) were drawn to two seniors who had just stepped out of the building. One of them was a giant, burly and gruff looking, and the other one had short cropped hair and a think coat, despite the warm day.

"Leonard Snart and Mick Rory." Thea jumped in, eager to share her newest information. "I heard that they both just got back from Juvie."

"Juvie?" Kara's eyes widened. "Whoa."

"Huh." Sara tilted her head, looking interested. She took a step foreword, but Iris grasped her arm.

"Hey, you don't want to go there," she cautioned. "I know you like bad boys, but if they were in prison..."

"I'll be careful," Sara protested, shaking off her hand and taking a few more strides over. As she approached, she raised her hand in greeting and sent out a winning smile. "Hey, guys! I don't know if I've seen you around here before. I'm Sara Lance."

The skinnier one (Leonard, according to Thea) looked down his nose at the tiny blond. He didn't speak.

Sara wilted a little, some of the original confidence seeping out. "Um... and you are?"

"I'm Mick," Mick grunted, his voice unusually deep and gruff for just a senior. "Rory."

"Leonard Snart," Leonard said, in a distinct cocky drawl, eyeing Sara with a piercing look that seemed to go right through her cropped pink tank top.

Sara looked unblinkingly back at him, ignoring her friends calling her back. "Hi."

Their eyes were locked in an intense staring contest, neither wanting to be the first to look away. Sara realized how beautifully blue Leonard's eyes were, like ocean ice, glimmering in moonlight. There was a certain light in them, one that was a little dangerous; mesmerizing, calculating.

Leonard looked away first, and without another word, spun on his heel and followed Mick across the lawn. Sara took a steadying breath, turned back to her friends, and-

"Sara!" Laurel's voice came through, sharp and condescending, in full older sister mode. "What were you doing?"

She strode up, grabbing her sister's arm and dragging her away from Leonard and Mick. Sara broke away. "I was just saying hi."

"Thea said that those boys were in juvie."

"Thea said that's what she heard," Sara corrected, sending Thea a betrayed look. "It doesn't mean it's true."

"It certainly looks true." Laurel frowned, peering over Sara's head to make sure Mick and Leonard weren't still lurking around. They were long gone, though, disappeared behind the wall of the building. "Let's go."

Sara huffed, but followed the brunet toward her car. She waved at Thea, who was watching them, looking a little concerned. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye," Thea murmured. She exchanged glances with Iris.

Iris shrugged. "Hey, I'm all for redemption stories, and if anyone is going to turn those boys lives around -which obviously needs to happen- you know it's going to be Sara."

"Yeah." Thea shuffled her feet, scanning the doors for her brother, who was, as usual, late. "I just don't want her to get hurt."

"She'll be fine," Iris soothed her. "Sara can take care of herself." She glanced at her watch, and took a step toward her own car, a light blue punch buggy with about 3 hundred bumper stickers. "I'm gonna head home, 'kay?"

"Tell Barry hi for me," Thea said absentmindedly, catching sight of her older brother, Oliver, and moving towards him. He was walking with a girl, her face a little bit familiar, blond hair that had escaped it's ponytail blowing in the breeze. "Ollie! I'm over here!"

Oliver Queen looked up, away from the girl's bright smile, and blinked a few times to focus on his sister. "Oh, Thea, hey." As she approached, he gestured to the girl beside him. "Do you know Felicity?"

"Um... you hang around with Kara and Cisco sometimes, right?" Thea asked, her face scrunched as she tried to remember. Kara occasionally joined their group through Alex, and Iris was friendly with Cisco, and they were both knew Felicity... she thought, anyway.

"Uh, yeah." Felicity smiled nervously. "Cisco and Winn. And Julian and Caitlin, sometimes, too. And, uh, I'll let you take your brother... because you guys are brothers, right? I mean, siblings. Because you're obviously a girl. Not to say that you couldn't be a guy, if that's what you want. And I'm not saying that you want that, it just, you know, hypothetically..."

Thea stared at her, trying to catch up. "Sorry, you lost me at 'brother'." She joked, trying to break the now awkward tension.

Oliver coughed. "Uh, Thea, why don't you head to the car? I'll catch up in a second."

Before Thea could turn, the giant linebacker senior that was John Diggle came jogging up. "Hey, Thea." He said. "Felicity."

"You two know each other?" Oliver frowned, trying to make a connection.

"Yeah, she's in my math class." John, called Diggle by his friends, told him.

"I thought you said your were a junior?" Oliver asked Felicity curiously.

"I am," Felicity said, tucking a stand of hair nervously behind her ear, and straightening her rectangular spectacles. "I just... really like math."

Thea could see Oliver's eyebrows raise a little, but he didn't speak. She was glad, not wanting him to embarrass himself (and her) by making some sort of comment about the advanced class placement.

"She's good at it, too," Diggle said, fondly patting Felicity's shoulder. "Well, I'm off to get started on homework, see you all tomorrow." He jogged away (he jogged a lot), dodging through a group of students and vanishing from sight.

"We should probably head home, too," Thea said loudly, breaking off Felicity and Oliver's stare-at-each-other-fest, and grabbing her brother's arm. He let himself be dragged away, only stopping to wave of his shoulder at Felicity.

As soon as they were in the car, Thea raised an eyebrow.

"What?" Oliver asked, flushing.

"What happened to, 'oh I'm mister senior bad boy king of the school'?" Thea said. "Brought down by a little blond junior in glasses. What did she do to you, big brother?"

Oliver turned even redder, but ignored her question, choosing instead to crank up the music and roll down the windows. Thea rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her palm and staring at her reflection in the side view mirror.

This could make for a very interesting year.

Author's Note: Hey can I just say...

IT'S MY THIRD YEAR ANNIVERSARY ON THIS SITE! LET'S GO! UH HUH! COME ON! :D :D :D Everyone celebrate with me hehehehhe.

Three is my lucky number so I posted this story to celebrate, because it's a special anniversary for me :))))

I hope you guy enjoyed! I'm actually going to be posting on Fridays (just wanted to do this on my anniversary so that's why it's a Thursday), so I'll catch ya'll then!