Why Don't We Fanfics and Short Scenarios

Opposites Attract

Your first day of High School. Yay...not. You had recently moved to Texas from Beverly Hills. It was different and you were finally adjusting. Your family has moved so many times. From Canada, Africa, New York, Beverly Hills and now Texas. Your dad was a famous explorer and your mom was a famous animal vet. Then there was you. You were happy taking pictures and writing. You were into art and admired everything around you. You were terrible at sports and would prefer to just sit inside and let your imagination run wild. You loved rainy days because you could sit, drink tea and work on your book. "Is my baby excited for her first day??" your dad pulls you into a side hug. "It's already a month into school...I hate being the new kid" you sigh. "Sweetheart. It will turn out great I promise" your mom hugs you. "Thanks" you smile. "Want me to walk you in??" your mom smiles. "NO!! I mean umm I'm good...Love you" you quickly rush to the front door. "Love you" you wave and head to the school. "Main office??" you look around and see a sign. "Oh, there it is" you bite your lip when you realize you are talking out loud to yourself. You head to the office and get yourself all set up. "Right across the hall and to the left" the principal smiles. "Thanks" you go where he says and stopped at the door. You weren't a fan of Social at all. But you were excited about English next and Photography after lunch. You take a deep breath and open the door. Everyone looks at you and the teacher smiles. "You must be Y/n. Come in" You slowly close the door behind you and the teacher brings you to the front of the class. "I am Mrs. Jensen, you can sit back there with Brandon and Zach" they lift their heads and you take the seat right beside them. "Hey I am Brandon" he smiles. "That's Zach" you smile and see Zach blush a little bit.

The teacher takes attendance and stops at your name. "Y/n Jones..wait as in The Jones??" you just wanted to leave. "Yes," she goes wide-eyed. "Wow. I mean it's such a pleasure to have you in my class" she smiles and there are a few confused looks. "As in Cassidy and James Jones?! The very wealthy travelers?!" A girl squeals and everyone turns to you. You see a few boys smirk and you just wanted to get up and leave. "Okay back to the assignment" she explains and you were partnered with Zach and Brandon. "So when do you want to work on it??" you ask. "Umm...What about tomorrow after school??" Zach suggests. "Sure" Brandon smiles. "We can do it at my house. My parents are super busy with work all the time so I basically have the whole house to myself" both the boys go shocked. "Seriously?!" you nod. The bell rings. "Well see ya boys tomorrow" you wave and head to English. You walk in and are one of the few people there first. "Hi, I'm Y/n Jones the new student" you go to the teacher. "Nice to meet you..did you say, Jones??" Great this again. A bunch of students start coming in. "Yes, my parents are...Well, you probably know who they are" you smile. "You can take a seat anywhere I am excited to have you in this class. I am Mr. Fitz" (Any PLL fans??) You nod and sit towards the back of the room. To isolate yourself for everyone. "Mr. Carson place your butt in your seat and not on my desk" Mr. Fitz shoots him a glare. "Who's the chick in the back" he winks and you roll your eyes. "Look he has awareness," you say under your breath and see one of the boys in the group try not to laugh. He must have heard you. He was pretty cute. With his blonde hair, black glasses, dimples and warm brown eyes. "That's Ms. Jones now if you would all turn in your essay's that were for homework" You get a few weird looks that class. You grab your notebook and purple gel pen. You start doodling on your page but that soon turns into a cute love story. "Ms. Jones" you get startled and see Mr. Fitz in front of your desk.

"Someone's in trouble" the group of football players all chuckle. You sigh and put away your pen. You hand him your notebook and he sets it on his desk. "Start reading chapter 1-5" Mr. Fitz hands you To Kill A Mockingbird. "I have already read this" you look up at him. "You have??" he raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, when I was 7 and then I reread it 2 years ago because I love how Arthur reaches out to the kids. I mean he is one of the mock-" you stop and cover your mouth. "Impressive Jones" he smiles. "I guess you can just work on the assignment for it then" he hands you a piece of paper. "Thanks" you smile and you start working on it. "Teacher's pet" You roll your eyes and look up. "Goody two shoes" you see that same boy smirking at you. "Jeremy" Mr. Fitz gives him a stern look, then picks up his book and starts reading. "Know it all" Jeremy says under his breath. "I am sorry but I actually want to learn. I didn't come to Texas to surround myself with a bunch of dicks like you. So if you shut up and mind your own business that would be much appreciated" Jeremy goes wide-eyed and turns to the teacher. Mr. Fitz chuckles and continues reading. "You are just going to let her talk to me like that??" Jeremy crosses his arms and leans back in his seat. The bell rings and Mr. Fitz holds you back. "Y/n??" he asks and hands you your notebook. "Not to intrude but accidentally picked up your notebook instead of my book and started reading. You are such a talented little writer" he smiles. "Thank you" you weren't phased by it because your teachers use to do that all the time. You were proud of your writing. "I was wondering if I could use it as an example??" you smile and nod. "Alright I don't want to take up your lunch" he waves and you head out. You close the door behind you and see Jeremy standing there.