Lakewood may not be overly close to your town but it was hard to have not heard about what had happened with the constant news coverage leaking into every form of media that you were to consume. From this knowledge, you had seen pictures of all the victims of the heinous crimes along with those dubbed as the Lakewood Six. So, when one of the boys you'd familiarised yourself with through newspapers, as having had a close call with the masked murderer, turned up at your school, you could only assume he and his family had had enough of their close calls and wanted a better life for themselves.

Having been called to your headmaster's office, which wasn't an odd occurrence for you, often being summoned due to being one of the highest performing students, you were now face to face with Jake Fitzgerald. If you had not read everything about his past that was available for the public, you would assume him to be an average teenager. If that was how he appeared, you assumed that he wanted to be treated as so. He was no longer a victim to a murderer, simply to the corrupt and unjust American school system.

"Good morning Miss Y/L/N," The headmaster smiled pleasantly.

"Good morning Sir," You smiled in return, trying to seem as if being called to the headmaster was an enjoyable occurrence for you.

"Miss Y/L/N, I would like to introduce you to Jake Fitzgerald a new student to our school. He is here under special circumstances as I am sure you understand from the news that has come from Lakewood," he explained. "I have spoken to Mr Fitzgerald about you, and I deem you the perfect candidate to show him the ropes and help him transition to the new school."

You tried to keep the smile on your face without seeming smug. Frankly you appreciated how highly your headmaster spoke of you, however it did have its negatives seen as you were now forced to do any dirty work needed due to him knowing it wouldn't affect your studies as much as it may others.

"Is that all Sir?" You asked.

"Yes. Mr Fitzgerald has his timetable, and I have contacted your teachers to tell them you won't be in class. So please take your time to show him around and make sure he knows where he is going," he stated.

Nodding your head, you and the brunette boy left the office, closing the door behind you.

"May I see your timetable?" You asked, so that you could see which classrooms you had to point out for him.

He handed out the piece of paper. "Anything for a beautiful girl."

Not caring for his compliment, you read through his classes, not too happy to see that you shared most of your classes with him.

"Okay this way," you stated.

As you walked you stayed silent, monotonously telling him where you currently were and if any of the rooms you passed were of importance to him.

"So, does the pretty girl have a boyfriend?" He asked.

"I was beautiful a minute ago, and now I'm downgraded to pretty?" You remarked sarcastically.

He let out a chuckle. "You're gorgeous, just want to know which guy I have to compete with for your affections."

You let out a sigh, not really caring for him.

"There is no guy to compete with, just my morals, and lack of interest," you frowned. 

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Written by Charlotte.

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