Chapter 1
Some background: Lucky and Elizabeth haven’t met. Liz was never raped, Lucky never ‘died.’ Luke and Laura were never separated. It’s Lucky & Liz’s senior year of high school, and Liz has just moved in with Audrey from Boulder, when her parents were suddenly transferred to Bosnia. Sarah is away at college. The story starts on Liz’s first day at Port Charles High. It’s Monday, the second week of school.
***I’ve read a lot of fanfics out there, and apologize if any part of this story is in any way similar to someone else’s story. It is not my intention to plagiarize anyone else’s work. Any similarities are purely coincidental.**
“I can’t believe I overslept!” Liz yelled, running down the stairs after hastily getting ready for her first day at Port Charles High School.
Audrey came out of the kitchen, smiling at her granddaughter. “Here Elizabeth. Take my car. I don’t have to be at the hospital until later tonight, so I won’t need it today. Just please be careful!”
Liz gave Audrey a hug, thanked her, grabbed the keys, and was out the door within seconds. Audrey laughed softly at her granddaughter’s energy. It felt good to have a young person in the house again. After Steve died, the place had felt so empty. She was glad to have another person in the house again.
Liz ran out to the car, wrinkling her nose. “Man, it even looks like a grandparents’ car! Oh well, it’s too late to be picky now!” She got in, started the engine, and peeled out of the driveway, turning the radio on full blast. The day may have started out badly, but at least she got to drive to school. Maybe this was a sign that things would get better. “Who knows, maybe there are some cute guys at this school!” she muttered to herself as she pulled into the crowded parking lot.
”Oh, great! There are no decent spaces.” Liz drove up and down the aisles nearest the entrance, hoping that she wouldn’t have to park all the way at the back. She was late enough as it was. Just then she noticed an empty space in the next aisle and sped up to get there before anyone else spotted it. She turned the corner quickly and saw another car coming from the opposite direction, obviously headed for the same space. Thinking she could get there first, she sped up and turned the wheel to the right to turn down the aisle ahead of them, but the other driver was faster, and got the space.
“Ugh! Could this day possibly get any worse!” she ranted as she stopped the car behind the other one and got out to give the driver a piece of her mind.
A guy about her age got out of the car and looked at her strangely. “Can I help you?” He hadn’t seen her here before, and wondered if she was new. She was kind of pretty, but she looked like she was about to bite his head off for some reason.
“This was my space! I had my turn signal on in case you didn’t notice!” She yelled.
“Your space? I don’t see a name on it anywhere. First come, first serve. I got here first. If you’ll excuse me, I’m going to be late, and I suggest you find some place to park or you’ll be late, too.”
Now she was mad. She knew that she had no reason to be arguing with him, but her day had been going so badly already, she needed to yell at someone, and he happened to make a good target. She looked down at his car. “What’s the deal with your car? Why is it pink?”
He ran a hand through his hair nervously. He hated driving his dad’s car. He thought it was tacky, but his dad insisted that is was a “classic”. Liz watched him, thinking that under different circumstances, she might actually have been attracted to him. “Look,” he said, “it’s my dad’s car, all right? He thinks it’s cool to have a pink Cadillac. I don’t like it, but my mom needed hers, and I missed the bus this morning so I didn’t have a choice. And now, thanks to you, I’m going to be late for class!”
“Thanks to me? If you hadn’t taken my space, you could have parked somewhere else by now, and we’d both be inside!” She realized how pathetic that argument sounded, but she was too mad now to care.
He rolled his eyes. “Whatever. Look, why don’t you just go park somewhere else? The longer you stand here and argue with me, the later we’re both going to be!” he said, getting irritated at the girl.
“Fine. I guess I don’t have a choice now. I’ll just go park out in the boonies over there,” she said, pointing toward the back of the lot, where the only empty spaces were. “I hope I don’t die of dehydration on the hike back!”
“That’s the best thing you’ve said all morning!” he said, walking away from her as she got in her car.
“Ooooh! I could just hit him!” she fumed, opening the car door and climbing in. If this was any indication of the kind of people she would be going to school with, she’d rather be in Bosnia with her parents!
She drove around and finally found a space in the last aisle. She got out and quickly began walking to the school. Suddenly, she noticed that there was someone standing in her path. “Great, it’s you.” She growled, recognizing the guy she was arguing with earlier.
“Yeah, pleasure to see you again, too.” He answered sarcastically. This girl was really getting on his nerves today. But, his father had raised him to be a gentleman, so he felt like he should wait for her and walk to the door with her. After all, in her warped mind, he was the reason she had to park so far away, and he had to admit that, deep down, he had known she saw the space before him, but he had been in too much of a hurry to care.
“You know, you really don’t have to walk with me. You can go ahead inside if you want, since you’re so worried about being late. I think I can find my way to the front door.” She spat at him, hoping he would go away.
“Look, I’m just trying to be nice, even after how rude you’ve been to me.” He explained.
“After how rude
He laughed bitterly. “I really don’t understand where you got the idea that the space was yours. We both saw it, we both went for it, but I was faster. My dad’s right, women shouldn’t be allowed to drive!” He said the last part just to get under her skin, even though neither him nor his father believed it. It was just something his dad would say to his mother to irritate her. By the looks of the girl in front of him, it worked on other women, too.
“Why, you chauvinist pig! How could you say something so....so.....” she was getting flustered and couldn’t think of a catchy comeback, something she usually excelled at.
The guy was grinning at her now, “So, what? So piggish? So male?”
“Oooh! You’re so infuriating! Do you practice that, or does it just come naturally?” Her face was turning red by now, and he figured he should stop teasing her before her head exploded or something.
They reached the front door and she looked down at her schedule to see where she had to go. He decided to make up for his earlier behavior and help her out. “What room do you need?”
She glared at him, but realized that she really had no idea where the room was, and since class had already started, there was no one else around to ask. “230.”
He looked at her, wondering if his day could get any worse. “Well, it must be my lucky day, because that’s my class, too,” he said sarcastically.
She groaned. “Why are you taking Home Ec?”
Getting defensive again, he answered angrily, “It’s a requirement, okay? Trust me, I wouldn’t be taking it if I had a choice!” He sighed, realizing that he wasn’t going to get away from her now. “I guess I’ll fill you in on the class, then. The entire grade is based on one semester-long project. It’s always a big secret for some reason, and today Ms. Kraft was going to explain it to us. But now we’re late, and she’s probably done.”
Liz was shocked. “The final grade is all based on one project? What is she, nuts?”
He chuckles. “Yeah, she’s kind of eccentric, but we need this class to graduate, so we don’t really have a choice. Here we are.” They had arrived at the door to the classroom. He opened it and allowed the girl to go ahead of him, then followed. Everyone turned to stare at the latecomers, making them feel very self-conscious.
The teacher turned to the door. “You’re late!” she scolded. “Everyone has already been paired up, so you two will have to be partners.” She handed them the project outlines and clapped her hands. “Congratulations! You’re getting married!”
The two students looked at each other, horrified. Married?
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