Hey guys! Thank you all so much for your reviews. Also thank you for the follows and favorites, they are all much appreciated. I just want to apologise for not specifying that the first chapter is from Olivia's POV. So just a warning about this next chapter, it will be somewhat similar to the first one but from Fitz's POV. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and of course.

Chapter two: Voice and curls

FPOV

Today will be a new day, a new school, with girls. Girls… Get a hold of yourself Grant!

The drive to school was one that made Fitz both nervous and excited. Nervous in the sense that he was going to be the new kid of all the sophomores and knew no one, but excited that he would be seeing and interacting with girls every day. Coming from a boarding school background, girls were only seen during school dances and when he went back home for the holidays.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, his driver made and right turn and had the gates of his new school right in his face and he tried to take it all in. As they drove through the gates he looked out from the window and immediately noticed the upbeat and lively atmosphere of the students in the school. A wide grin crept on his face and the feelings of nervousness began to fall away.

Removing his aviator sunglasses and grabbing his backpack, he gave his driver a nod of thanks and made his way to the office. There were already whispers from people in front of and behind him, a few giggles too. He walked on and soon found his way to the receptionist.

"Mr Grant, every Monday and Wednesday all students are to gather in the quad for morning announcements before classes begin. It is of great importance that you attend and that you are not late. Oh and before I forget, here is your timetable and the names of the teac –"Ms Wellman explained but was interrupted by a group of boys who seemed to be in their own world making a lot of noise.

Fitz watched as the group approached the front desk in mid laughter, not noticing his presence at all. It wasn't until one group member, the one with dark hair and wearing glasses saw him and almost instantly extended his hand.

"David. You must be new. Are you a sophomore or a junior?" David asked while holding his hand out and before Fitz could answer he asked Ms Wellman the same question. "Lauren, sophomore or junior? Please say sophomore. He fits right in with the group don't you think?" David smirked and winked at Ms Wellman. Fits found it odd that he referred to her by her first name and she seemed too defeated to correct him. He made a mental note to ask him about it later. Is this the 'cool guy' at the school? Oh this is going to be interesting Fitz thought to himself trying to hide his amusement.

The rest of the group quietened down scanning Fitz from head to toe and smiling at the same time. Then finally one of them spoke up and introduced himself as Jake and the rest followed suit: Edison, Andrew and Samuel. The other guys didn't seem to be bothered whether or not Fitz knew who they were. This led Fitz to believe that they were not really part of the group but stuck around for social acceptance.

Fitz shook each of their hands and confirmed that was in fact a sophomore. Jake immediately took him under his wing and started going on about the school and where everything was as they made their way from the office to the quad for morning announcements.

Everyone stood in their various grades and what seemed to Fitz like all teachers stood at the front, close the mic. The teachers and coaches made their announcements and then the school was dismissed. Throughout the announcements, Fitz had his eye on a group of girls, there were three of them but it was the one that mesmerised him. She had curly black hair that was tied in a low ponytail with some loose curls slightly framing her face. She seemed indifferent to what any of the teachers were saying or to anything that was going on around her.

Fitz noticed that there were a lot of other girls whispering to one another while looking in his direction and smiling widely. Fitz was listening in on a conversation amongst the guys but he wasn't paying much attention to what was being said, rather what at the fact that he still hadn't fully seen the face of the girl with the black curly hair. He stood a bit of a distance to even hear what her voice sounded like.

Gosh, just please turn around Fitz pleaded in his head. As if on cue, she turned around and he finally saw her beautiful face, even from where he was standing, he could tell that she was beautiful. She had light brown skin that seemed to have a distinct glow about it. Just then he saw a few boys who looked like they were in their freshman year running and one of them bumped the girl with curly black hair. Fitz didn't know what had come over him but he immediately began to feel a pool of anger forming in his gut. Why was he reacting this way to a girl he didn't even know. How did she manage to have such an effect on him? Why did he suddenly feel so protective of her? What pulled him out of his thoughts was the she seemed to handle the situation. She seemed to have had a very calm conversation with them but the boys left with their heads hanging down. Her red-headed friend however seemed like she would have handled the situation in the same way he would have. Fitz chuckled to himself and was unexpectedly jerked by his elbow to follow the rest of the guys. He looked at this girl one last time but noticed that she was looking instead in the direction of the idiotic freshman boys. He smiled to himself and followed the boys as they walked to their first class.

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Fitz took a glance at the paper that 'Lauren' had given him earlier that morning and he remembered that there still something he needed to ask David about. "David, why do you call Ms Wellman by her first name?" Fitz asked with a smirk on his face as he waited for David to answer. "Well if you must know new boy, 'Ms Wellman' is my older sister's best friend, she comes to family dinners and all that kind of stuff. So when she started working here, I couldn't start calling her in such a formal way regardless of where we were. Besides she never said she had a problem with it so Lauren it is." David explained adding a satisfied grin at the end. Fitz nodded and then went on to read the names of his teachers and then he checked his timetable. He noted that the first class was History and Mr Cyrus Beane was the teacher.

The boys stood against the wall in the quad waiting for Mr Beane to show up. They were walking about some homework assignment that was due this morning that all the boys admitted they hadn't done and all erupted in laughter. They went on to discuss the sport from the past weekend and it was then that he spotted the glowing curly black haired girl again. He stopped speaking and maintained his focus on the beautiful girl before him. When she finally looked up from fixing her hair that was stuck between her back and back pack, they locked eyes and it was then he got to see face, closer this time and noticed her full lips that had a natural rosy colour to them. Her eyes, big and brown and Fitz for lost in them instantly causing him to grin in satisfaction. Their contact was broken off by her friends as they entered the now open classroom.

By the time Fitz and his new friends had walked into the class, it was buzzing with teenage chatter and laughter. The group he came in with had dispersed and spread themselves equally throughout the class. Fitz looked around and smiled as he had found the perfect place to sit. He silently slipped into the seat and waited for the class to begin so he could see what happened next. He faced forward and as the class began and Mr Beane stood in front of the whiteboard to address the class. The class grew silent and Fitz could feel the shifted energy coming from the person sitting behind him, the person he had purposely decided to sit in front of. This sudden shift of energy caused Fitz to smirk as he knew his plan was working. He could feel the girl's eyes on him and analysing the only things she could see: his shoulders, neck, ears and hair. This caused him to smirk for a little while longer until he realised Mr Beane was saying something that sounded a lot like his life.

"This student is a transfer from another prestigious school a lot like our very own and so I am more than happy to introduce our new student, Fitzgerald Grant. Welcome son." Mr Beane said before the class erupted in applause. Soon after, Mr Beane began the class by asking about where they had ended last week, Fitz could sense the girl's restlessness. When Mr Beane turned to write on the board. Turning his head in the direction he knew only she would hear him, Fitz turned his head slightly to the right ginning widely and said, "Hey sit still won't you, Mr Beane is bound to make one of us move seats and that would really kill your analysis." After a brief pause he said, "You can call me Fitz by the way." He smiled one last time then faced forward once again. He waited and hoped that she would say something, he had a strong feeling that her voice was just as beautiful as she was. A wave of nerves came over him that he had never felt before for any girl and then his body tensed up when he heard it, the most beautiful voice he'd ever heard. She uttered a mere 5 words. "It's Cyrus. He hates formalities." Fitz could tell that that she was smiling and he instantly smiled at the thought of her smile. His head was racing with images of her face and thoughts of her beautiful voice.

The class went on for what seemed like forever but one thing remained on his mind, the beauty that he wasn't able to look at and then hit him, I still don't know her name!