1 - Used To Be
If you told me 6 months ago that something good would from me getting kicked out of boarding school, I'd say you're full of shit. I'd tell you that nothing good could ever possibly come from that because I had to start over again. Well, that was before I met them. No, let me rephrase that. That was before I met him.
"Alice, you're going to be late for your tour!" my mom called up the stairs.
"I'm coming!" I replied back.
I straightened my headband one more time before pulling on an oversized hoodie. I put on some knee length socks and my all white Air Forces. I snatched my book bag off my desk in the corner of my room and ran down the stairs. My mom was standing at the bottom waiting for me, money in one hand and my car keys in the other.
"You're a lifesaver, Mom." I exclaimed as I jogged the rest of the way.
I grabbed the things from her hands and kissed her on the cheek as I tried to sprint for the door.
"Alice, wait! Your dad and I leave tonight." my mom shouted behind me.
"I know, Mom. Seattle doesn't wait for the great Ellen Pompeo!" I joked.
She chuckled and blew a kiss at me as I sprinted through the door. I ran to my car and unlocked it as I crashed into the driver's seat. I pressed the button to start my car and pulled out of my driveway. I typed in my new school's address and headed onto the highway.
New school. New awkward interactions. Yay.
I walked into the building and made my way through a bushel of students. They began to murmur when they realized who I was.
Great. Not even 2 minutes and they know who I am.
I pushed through the crowd and made my way to the front office, following the signs. I finally found it and walked to the desk. There was a lady sitting behind it and she looked up at me. She gave me a warm smile while she pulled her sweater against her chest.
"Hello, how can I help you today?" the woman asked.
"Hey. I'm new here and I was told to come get my schedule and meet my school tour guide in the office." I revealed.
She nodded her head and turned back to the computer.
"What's your name, sweetie?" the woman questioned.
"Alice Pompeo-Ivery." I stated.
The lady typed it into her computer and waited for a few seconds.
"Oh, here it is! Your tour guide will be our star quarterback." the woman revealed.
"And when will he be here?" I asked.
"Now." a voice called from behind me.
I spun around and I saw a face I'd never expect to see in years. My throat caught in my throat and I coughed a little.
"Holy shit." I said softly.
"Been a while, Allie." Jordan stated.
"No one's called me that in years, Jo." I replied.
He smiled at me as he led me out of the office. I trailed behind him nervously played with my hair.
After my first few classes, I met Jordan outside and he began to show me the quad.
"Salad bar, coffee cart. They serve sushi on Fridays." Jordan revealed.
"I was never much of a sushi person, Jo. You know that." I said with a small smile.
He returned it as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck. My gaze trailed behind him as I saw this gorgeous man walking to the tables. He had brown hair, blue eyes, and the perfect body. As if he was sculpted by the Gods themself. Jordan must've saw me staring because he cleared his throat.
"Asher Adams. One of Beverly Hill's wide receivers. Not your type." Jordan revealed.
"You think you know my type?" I asked.
"I never was. He and I are very similar, Allie." Jordan replied.
"Stupide, tu as toujours été mon type." I whispered.
"Oh, really? You never told me." Jordan stated.
"A lady never tells. Now, let's conclude this tour, old friend." I urged.
"Follow me." Jordan suggested.
I nodded as he walked backwards towards the tables.
"Come on. I'll introduce you to the team." Jordan urged.
I hesitantly followed behind him as he led me over to the tables.
"Meet the crew. This is Layla, and up top, Lucy, JJ, and Asher." Jordan stated.
"Hey, I'm-" I began but was cut off.
"Holy shit. You're Alice Pompeo-Ivery!" the boy Jordan identified as JJ exclaimed.
I mentally slapped my forehead as I smiled at him.
"Yeah, that's me." I replied.
"I'm sorry. You just look like your mom from the earlier seasons of her show." JJ revealed.
I chuckled and sat down across from Asher.
"I get that a lot. I really am my mom's daughter." I said.
He began to chuckle goofishly as I turned my attention to Asher. He was staring at me already and I gave him a warm smile.
"So how are you liking Beverly so far?" Asher asked.
"It's ok, I guess." I stated.
"Well, it's no hoity toity boarding school but it's not so bad once you give it a chance." Asher told me.
"I'm sure it'll grow on me." I replied.
"Why did you leave Kingsworth, Allie?" Jordan questioned.
I cleared my throat and played with my hair again before turning to him.
"I don't really want to talk about it, Jo." I replied softly.
He nodded as everyone fell silent. I was about to clear the awkward silence when something happened.
"Alice Cristina Pompeo-Ivery, you bitch!" a voice exclaimed from behind me.
I spun around and saw my favorite person in the world standing there. Jordan's twin sister, Olivia. I stood up and ran to her, practically tackling her in a hug.
"Why didn't you tell me you were transferring here?" Olivia asked as she pulled out of the hug.
"Oh, you know my mom. Keep everything a surprise. I was dying to tell you, I swear." I said with a smile.
She hugged me again and I slowly stroked her hair.
"Enough about me. How is Mr.Baker? I haven't seen him since I was 14." I stated.
"Let me show you." Olivia replied.
She grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the group as I tried my best to keep up with her. She led me back into the building and down to the boys' locker room. She left me at an office and sprinted away. The sign read Coach Baker so I knocked on the door.
"Come in!" a voice called out.
I opened the door and stood in the entrance with a big smile.
"Mr.Baker, as I live and breathe." I said gleefully.
He looked up at me and returned my smile as he stood up. He rushed over and enveloped me in a hug before slightly squeezing my shoulders.
"Alice, what are you doing here?" Mr.Baker questioned.
"Boarding school bored me. My mom trusts that Olivia will look after me while I'm here so voila! I am now a Beverly Hill's Eagle." I exclaimed.
"God, you should've called or something. I could've set up a tour with a good tour guide, not those flimsy ones. No offense." Mr.Baker stated.
I giggled and sat down on the chair by his door.
"I had a decent tour guide. Jordan." I revealed.
Mr.Baker nodded as he sat on the edge of his desk.
"How was that?" Mr.Baker asked.
"It was fine. It felt like old times." I replied.
"You two never told me why you fell out." Mr.Baker began.
"We don't talk about it, Mr.Baker. It was 3 years ago and if Jordan didn't tell you, I don't want to tell you something that doesn't involve only me." I whispered.
Mr.Baker nodded as he began to toss a football in the air.
"So I should expect to see you at the house more often?" Mr.Baker asked.
"You know it. With my mom shooting season 11 for most of the year and my dad closing up his new record deals, I'll be alone so I might just work your last nerve." I joked.
He chuckled as I heard the bell ring. I swung my bag over my shoulder and got out of the chair.
"Well, that's my cue. I'll see you later." I told him as I exited his office.
Maybe I could make a life here at Beverly.