A/N: okay so it's been awhile, I know. Please don't hurt me, I like myself the way I am. Anywho, I just wanted to write something so I guess I'll write it. I know many people won't review, but I figured 'what the hell? Why not?' so here I am writing, I though it's be a cool idea to write the cast as teens. It will only include certain people, but here we go. Sayid is going to be younger just so I can fit him in. I don't own anything, 'cept for the plot line.

James peered out the window. He was in his least favorite class, Biology. It wasn't like he actually enjoyed classes anyway, but there was something about this class that he disliked more than the rest. Oh yeah, it could be the fact that he failing this class. It didn't matter, it wasn't like he was going to pay attention to it, any of them for that matter.

He rolled his eyes and looked to the clock. It was 11:53 PM. Only a few minutes until lunch. At least then he could actually do something worth while. It wasn't like he was going to use this knowledge later on in life. He really didn't know what he was going to be; once again, not like it mattered. He was just a going-with-the-flow kind of guy.

He smirked as he turned his head and saw little-o-Jacky watching the teacher like a hawk, writing down every little thing he said. No wonder he was an A+ student.

"Goody-tu shoes," James mumbled so as not to be heard. He was an over achiever. It dug under James' skin; People like that did, everyone who tried to be better than what they knew they were. James was just under average, plain as that. He knew it, he understood it, no need to argue with it, why would he? It just bothered him that no one else could understand it. It was as if he was the only one of his kind.

Then as he turned his head he saw something that surprised him. Little miss Cortez, who was also a straight A student was leaning back in her chair gazing out the window. Her perfectly toned skin went perfectly with her thick ebony curls. She was not one to mess with either. Kind of a rebel child, he supposed. He guessed she was coming from a tough family who wanted her to be girlie; but with her rebellious acts, she was just the opposite of it. It shocked him that she didn't even pay a bit of attention to the teacher. How was she getting the A's? He shrugged it off. It wasn't any of his attention.

James turned to the girl next to him. Now she was a sight for sore eyes, but she was taken, by Mohamed over in the front. He wasn't about to take his watch off of her just in case there happened to be a break-up. Her blonde hair was just the right shade and length to go with her female body. How Mr. Iraqi could ever get a girl like her was just another pandora's box to him. Her tanned face turned to him.

"What?" She asked, noticing hi stare staying a little too long.

"Nothing," James shook his head.

As he diverted his glance to someone else. Her name was Kate. She was one of the few girls that fell under the 'unknown' category. She was mysterious, never told anyone anything. Rarely spoke, at least from which he knew. Something about her though, left him wanting more. Then again, there was the little voice inside his head that told him not to even bother. The voice was normally right.

He jumped in his seat a little when the bell rang. He tried to hide it, despite the fact that no one cared. He was walking towards the exit when something surprised him, even more than the brown chica not paying attention.

"Mr. Ford, could you come here please for just a moment?" Someone called out. When James turned around he saw the teacher looking up from his desk. He rolled his eyes and walked up to him.

"Yeah?" James raised his eyebrows.

The teacher ignored him as he continued on, "I believe if I am un mistaken, you are failing this class with an F, am I right?" James nodded, not noticing where he was getting to. "That means that I am going to have to get you a tutor. I know what you're thinking. That there is no way you are going to be seen with a tutor. Well think again, because your lunch breaks will be spent with student help. That will also be your free period, starting tomorrow."

James' eyes widened as he was shocked listening to the words flowing out of his teacher's mouth. He couldn't have a tutor. He didn't even care about his grades! How was he so post to listen to some boring person talking about some boring subject.

"Not only Biology, but in World Civ. along with Geometry. I know you don't think you need it, but your grades beg to differ, so go ahead and head to lunch and come meat me after school. I'll let you know exactly who your tutor is going to be."

James stood there for a second before turning and leaving. It wasn't fair. What had he done to deserve this? Get bad grades, the voice in his head said. It wasn't right all the time . . . If this tutor thing wasn't going to work out, he was gonna have to drop out.

A thought struck him. What if it was Jack? He couldn't stand the suck up. If it was him, he wasn't even going to bother going to school tomorrow. He wasn't going to learn anything if he was thinkin about what names to call him next.

He sighed a sigh of relief as he entered the lunch room. He sat down at a table and shoved his paper bag onto the table. He pulled out his meat sandwich, apple, and soda. The lunch he normally had, unless his foster mom had bought something worth while for once. Not that he cared, he was just happy to eat.

"Did he tell you?" A voice asked from a little further. He hadn't noticed her watching him since he'd slammed through the doors. She held a smirk on her face and one of her eyebrows were raised. He turned to her as he saw the face behind the voice. Ana Lucia was talking to him.

"Tell me what?" He replied.

"About the tutoring?" She answered.

"Now, Sweetness, I don't believe that's any of your business."

"It's about to," She remarked.

"Mr. Bridgewell asked me if I was interested in tutoring you. Well, he said a student but when he called your name at the end of class, I just figured it was you. But hey, if you want me to say no, that's fine," she shrugged.

"Go ahead, I don't care."

"Well next to me, Jack has the next best grades, good luck with him."

"What?"

"I hear your smart ass comments about him. He's just being a good student, not that you know what that is."

"Are you kidding me? I'm going to get preached to by you? I got news for you, little miss Lucy, I do, I used to, but I quit. I don't think we need any of this dumb stuff in life."

"Well you know what, Mr. Ego? I could care less whether you pass or fail. Drop out for all I care! Just tell me whether or not you want me to, so I can get this guy off my back!" Ana said, maybe a bit too loudly.

"Say what you want, I'm just here to sit back and watch."

"I got news for you, if you think you are going to get through this without working, you've got something coming to you."

"Like I said, Xena, I don't care."

"Whatever,"Ana said before storming off.

Sawyer rolled his eyes and continued to eat at his lunch, trying not think about the whole dumb thing.

Kate watched as Ana stormed off. The whole argument had been about something she really didn't care about. She didn't even know why she was watching the whole thing. She wasn't the least bit interested in anything either of them had to say. She was here to eat lunch, not to socialize or stress about anything.

Actually her mind was on her current boyfriend. He was moving to Australia. His dad had gotten a job offer there and they were moving next week. Neither her nor he found it very fair, but life wasn't always fair. She was going to miss him. But it was just another brick thrown at her in life. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. After everything she had been through, this was just a layer of the cake.

But as A boy she had come to know as Jack joined her at the table she found herself wondering whether or not he realized he was sitting near her.

"You don't mind if I sit here, do you?" He asked as he scooted in his chair.

Kate shook her head, unaware of what she was really doing.

"Sorry, there wasn't really a lot of other places to sit, I can try and find another spot if you want."

"No, you're fine," Kate replied softly. There were no words said for awhile, it wasn't really awkward or anything, it was just sort of peaceful. Nothing out of the ordinary.

"You're Kate, right?" Jack broke the silence.

Kate nodded and responded, "And you are Jack, Mr. straight A's," she smiled.

"Ah, so my reputation precedes me," he laughed. Kate couldn't help but giggle.

"I'm glad you are aware."

"And I'm glad you know me. I'm not very good at intros."

"You're doing quite fine," She complimented.

"Well thanks."

"It's no problem." Once again the silence was filled. Before they knew it, lunch was over. It was back to their classrooms.

"Thanks for eating lunch with me," Kate grinned.

"No, thank you," Jack returned the smile before turning to leave.

"Jack?" Kate called out before he managed to get too far.

"Yes?"

"Will you sit with me tomorrow?"Kate questioned, regretting it right after it was said.

"Sure," Jack answered with a smile. "I'm glad you want to." He then walked away.

Something was off about that day. It was almost as if for the first time in a long time, Kate was happy. It was something new, a feeling inside of her. She was quite fond of it. She realized that it was because of him . . . because of Jack.

A/N: There is chapter one. I think I'm on to something good, what about you? I hope so, cause I'd really like to continue this one. So if you do like it, I'd really appreciate reviews. I'm really tired, so I'm going to go off to bed! So please when I wake up tomorrow, let me have reviews : P