You know those moments when you feel like you've been lied to your entire life? That's how I felt at that moment. In my case, however, it was more like a 'I've been lied to my entire five weeks stay at the Fitzgerald house.' I blinked at the guy that was standing in front of me, who was animatedly talking to his friend who'd walked up to us.

After first period, I'd stormed out of Mr Smith's classroom who'd been tormenting me the whole time, and ran for room 239. The guy who's presentation I'd interrupted was just leaving the room with his phone in hand when I'd nearly tumbled right into him. I, personally, blame the zombies in the Phone Free Zone of the hallways. "Whoa, hey. You alright there?" He muttered, catching me by my arm.

I straightened up and brushed the nonexistent dust off of my blazer. "Yeah, hi. Thanks for saving me there." I said, looking anywhere but his face. "And I wanted to say sorry, too." He scrunched his nose and looked confused, probably trying to figure out what this wild looking, strange sounding girl could be sorry about. "I crashed your presentation this morning. I mixed up the numbers for my math class."

Recognition lighted up his eyes and make his face break into a dazzling smile--oh, gods I'm not worthy. "Oh, it's you!" He cried, laughing louder this time. "Honestly, when the door swung open, I expected it to be Mrs Kelley who was about to drag me off to the principal's office. You really scared me!" He ran his fingers through the mop of hair on his head and looked down at me. Yes, the guy was a good foot taller than me and I hated it.

Now it was my turn to be confused. "Wait, Ms Kelley? The science teacher? Why would she want to drag you off to Ms Hedge's office?" I cocked my head and tightened my grip on my binder and text books. Curse Mr Smith for having us carry the darn thing around every day. We didn't have lockers here at St Abbey, so we had to walk around with our textbooks in our backpacks.

He smirked at me and leaned in, coming dangerously close. "Don't tell anyone, but it was actually me who caused the explosion in the lab the other day. I thought Ms Kelley had found out and would make me clean the western wall or something. Thank god it was only you." He laughed again and turned to see a guy walking up to us.

"Fitz!"

The Adonis in front of me grinned and hugged the guy who'd walked up to us, calling him something like Tiny? I honestly don't know. They started talking and laughing, and for a moment he'd forgotten all about me. I cleared my throat and sputtered out a question. "Your name is Fitz? Like Fitzgerald? As in George and Karen Fitzgerald?"

"Yes? You know them?"

I squinted my eyes and looked at my feet. "Yeah, sort of. Listen, I've got to go. They're gonna ring the tardy bell soon. Sorry again, for crashing your presentation. So, um--see ya." And off I went, down the corridor and to my next class--music. The music hall was already filling up with students clad in St Abbey's mandatory uniform--blue blazers, white button up shirts, blue pantaloons and skirts and stockings for girls. Mrs Hale was sitting behind the piano and playing a tune I couldn't remember the name of.

"What the hell happened to you? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Piper, my best friend and certified big mouth looked at me funny as I took my seat on the dais. Piper was a short little dumpling with big hazel eyes and a mess of curly hair that she'd given up taking a long time ago. She'd been my online friend for years and had encouraged me to come to St Abbey's, knowing I'd love their fine arts program.

I grimaced and set my backpack on the floor. Everyone was already starting to find their seats and pull out their instruments. "What do you know about a guy named Fitzgerald in Mr Rivera's class? Tall, lanky, all around Adonis?" Piper had taken to studying all the yearbooks St Abbey had, to know every hot guy and popular girl's name by heart.

Piper looked up from her binder with music sheets and her eyes sparkled. "You mean Adrian Roland Fitzgerald? Captain of the Debate Team and Team Captain of the school's swimming program? That Adrian Fitzgerald?" She started, and I knew I was in for a whole FBI folder worth of information on the guy I'd most likely be sharing a house with for the rest of the school year. Or maybe even longer than that.

Forty minutes and seven glares from Mrs Hale later, I'd learned that Adrian was St Abbey's star athlete in the field of swimming, and that he'd nearly made it to the Youth Olympic Games last year. He'd been beaten by a fellow competitor by 0.2 seconds, who hadn't won at the Games by the way. Piper complained that they should've sent him instead. Fitzgerald for the win and all that.

"Is there a reason you asked?"

I fumbled with the music sheets for Für Elise and shrugged. That was the question I'd been dreading from the moment I built up the courage to even ask her about him. What do you tell your friend, who you've sort of known for four year but not really? 'Oh, no reason. I just wanna know who it is I'm going to be living with for the next few years, probably. No biggie.'

Piper would freak, throw a tantrum about it not being fair, go on a rampage about me having to get some and then trying to calm herself down--all in the space of two minutes.

I don't think I'm ready for that yet.