(AN: Hello everyone. I have another story *waves papers around* This one I've been working on and since I'm almost finished the other one I thought I would start posting this. It's High School! I'm still stuck there but I'll be out soon. I thought I would have fun with Elliot and George as teenagers. I went looking around for high school fics and alas I found no Elliot and George one's (like that's a surprise). Anyway I was just wondering if anyone would like me to continue this after reading this. So with out further talk from me here is chapter one. I would like some feedback because I want to know if I should continue this or if it has no hope. Alright I'm shutting up now.)

Elliot stared at the ceiling of the classroom. He could count the cracks and he was on the thirtieth when he heard his name called. He sat up.


Mr. Cragen stared at him. "You need to pay attention, Elliot."

"Sorry Mr. Cragen," Elliot said, sheepishly as he opened his book.

"Smooth one," John said turning around looking at him.

"Shove it, John."

"Man, I'm trying to learn," Fin said. The bell rang and Elliot quickly packed his bag.

"Pay attention tomorrow, Elliot." Elliot nodded his head and left the room. He waited by the door for John and Fin.

"Oh the wise shall prosper while the idiots sleep or in your case, Elliot daydream," John said, coming out of the classroom.

"Ass," Elliot said. Fin just shook his head. They walked down the hallway dodging the other kids.

"What are we going to do after school?" Fin asked.

"Hopefully not play soccer again. That bruise isn't completely gone."

"Your skinny ass shouldn't have tried to go up against Elliot." Elliot shook his head as they started to throw insults at each other.

He opened his locker and placed his books in. He looked around the hallway and smiled slightly as he saw the person he was looking for.

The Asian boy came down the hallway with his hands in his pocket. The black messenger bag was hanging slightly below his hips as he walked slowly. He had a slight switch that could only be noticed if you looked hard enough. Spiked black hair and thick framed glasses helped him stand out.

He looks good today, Elliot thought. He looked away and breathed in deeply before turning back around. "Good to see you, Huang." George's eyebrow rose as he walked over to his locker.

"It's always nice to see you, Elliot," he said, smirking which made Elliot frown. Elliot closed his locker and leaned back on them.

"What do you want this time, Elliot?" Elliot gave him an innocent look. George rolled his eyes.

"See you Elliot," he said as he walked away. Elliot watched him walk away.

"Do you always have to bother him, Elliot? It's only the beginning of the school year" He turned around to Olivia.

"I didn't do anything this time." Olivia shot him a look that said 'yeah right.'

"Yesterday you stole his book because he wouldn't talk to you." Elliot shrugged.

"He shouldn't have ignored me."

"You two are always doing something to annoy each other," John said, as he looked at Elliot over his glasses.

"We just don't get along," Elliot said as he started to walk down the hall. He rubbed the back of his neck. The other three followed as he walked towards the lunch room.

"You know maybe you should lay off him," Fin said.

Elliot looked back at him, like he was crazy. "He's a smart-ass, who I can hardly ever get a reaction from. I don't think I will." Olivia rolled her eyes.

Elliot opened the lunchroom doors and let everyone pass through before going in. The noise engulfed him as he looked around the lunchroom.

He wasn't really hungry and he could probably get some stuff from Olivia and John. He was trying to save money for a birthday present.

Even now, he was still unsure of whether he should try and get it. He thought about George and how he was feeling for about a year now. He liked George a lot and always looked forward to him coming down the hallway after his English class.

He wanted to get him something for his birthday that was only a few days away. It took a lot of prying and questions but he found out. It felt like he was stalking George but he needed to do what he had to do.

His thoughts were broken by Olivia sitting next to him.

"Why didn't you get lunch?"

"I'm not really hungry and I'm trying to save some money." John and Fin looked at him.

"Well how much have you saved?" Fin asked.

"About one hundred and three dollars including some change."

John sighed and gave Elliot half of his pizza. "Here, we don't need you whining about being hungry in math." Elliot smiled and started to eat.

"So what's it for?" Olivia asked, giving her juice to Elliot.

"Just for something I wanted." John looked at him skeptically but continued to eat. Elliot glared at him.


Elliot walked down the empty hallway. He didn't feel like going back to Math class but he left one of his books in his locker that he needed. "The third time this week Mr. Stabler," Elliot mumbled under his breath as he finally made it to his locker.

The monotony of opening it let Elliot do it without thinking. He fished out the book he needed and slammed the locker shut.

He turned, surprised to see three people surrounding him. "Eric," Elliot said, looking up slightly.

"Stabler, we need your help." Elliot rolled his eyes. Even though he was on the football team he hated this jerk.

"What is it?" Eric smiled maliciously while his goons stood on the side of him.

"Well Huang seems to have been giving us some trouble. So I was thinking we show him a lesson. I know you don't like him so you can help."

Elliot set his jaw in anger. "I'm not helping you Eric." Elliot pushed through Eric and his goons.

"Stabler, you're going to help or else." Elliot turned back around and looked at him.

Elliot knew he was the stronger one out of all three. He proved it time and time again on the field. He was only slightly shorter and there was only the three of them. He knew that Eric wouldn't do anything at the moment.

"I'm not going to, Eric. Also if you put your hands on him you'll have to answer to me." Elliot turned and walked back to his classroom.

He was going to have to keep an eye on George and on Eric and the rest of the football team. He was the only sophomore on the varsity team last year and none of the seniors made it easy for him. Even now that he was a junior he still had a hard time.

John and Fin stared at him as he walked back to his seat. "What took you so long?" John asked. "I'll tell you after class."


Elliot walked quickly towards his locker. "What's with the hurry?" Fin asked.

"Eric came up to me and asked did I want to teach Huang a lesson. I told him no and if he touched him he was going to answer to me." John and Fin looked at each other.

"We need to find them."

"George always walks across the parking lot to get to the bus stop," Fin said. Elliot grabbed his bag as he remembered the times he and George would argue with each other near his truck.

"Come on then," he said as he started to run down the hallway to the exit.


George slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the school. He stuffed his hands into his pocket and walked his usual route through the parking lot.

He hoped he bumped into Elliot. No matter how much they fought he couldn't help but find the taller boy attractive.

The sun beamed down on him as he walked across the hot asphalt of the parking lot. There were shadier routes he could take but he liked the walk and the possibility of seeing Elliot.

He heard footsteps and turned to see a bunch of seniors closing in on him. He recognized the first one as the football team captain. Of all the days, he thought.

The last thing he needed was to be picked on but he wasn't going to run. Reasoning told him it was his best option but he wasn't going to.

He stayed calm and he continued to walk but soon he was surrounded. "Most normal kids would run," Eric said as he walked up to him.

"I'm not normal," George said smirking.

"I haven't done anything to upset you today so why am I being bothered?" Eric smiled at him.

"We just don't like you." He looked around for Elliot but didn't see him with the group.

"Oh you mean because I wouldn't let you or them, cheat off of any of my test, copy any of my homework, or do your homework. Whatever," George said as he tried to walk away.

Eric grabbed him back. "You're not going anywhere." George was surprised as he fell to the ground clutching his nose.

He winced as he felt a warm, sticky liquid coat his hands. He got up and glared at Eric.

"Impressive, most would be on the ground crying." Eric hit him again and George fell to his knees.

"It's what a fag like you deserves." George waited for another blow but he was surprised to see Elliot push his way through the ring of kids and tackle Eric to the ground.

"I told you if you touched him you bastard you would answer to me." Elliot punched him in the face as the rest of the football team tried to pull him off.

George heard a whistle and everyone broke apart. The football coach pulled Elliot off Eric. Elliot pulled away from him and came to his side.

"Are you okay?" George nodded. He winced as Elliot pulled off his glasses.

"I have tissues in my bag," he said, trying to figure out if his nose was still bleeding.

"Get him to the nurse, Stabler."

"Yes coach." Elliot helped George up and he held him up as they walked back to the building.


George winced as he cleaned off the blood on his face. His nose wasn't broken but the nurse told him to take some aspirin when he got home and to take it easy so he won't get dizzy.

He walked out of the bathroom to see Elliot still sitting in a chair waiting for him.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Elliot," George said, smiling slightly.

"I can drive you home if you want. The guys are waiting by the truck." George was about to say no but he saw the clock. He was already late and he knew that his mom was probably worried.

"Okay. Thank you for helping."

"You're welcome. I wasn't going to let that jerk beat up on you. No matter how much I hate you," Elliot said smiling. They walked out of the nurse's office and down the hallway.

"Do you know where my book bag is?" George asked, remembering he didn't have it.

"John has it. Don't worry; I made sure nothing happened to it." George was surprised by Elliot's actions but hid it well.

John, Fin, and Olivia sat on the flatbed of the beat up old truck, waiting.

"Hey muscle head hurry up, an hour has already been wasted," John said. Elliot glared at him.

"I don't have to take you home. You could have walked home." Fin elbowed John before he could make a retort.

"I should drop these three off at home first. Do you mind?" Elliot asked George, quietly. George looked at his watch knowing he was going to be in trouble but it didn't matter now.

"No it's fine." Olivia hopped down and walked up to George.

"How's your nose, George?"

"It's fine Olivia. It isn't broken but it is going to swell some." Elliot got into the driver's seat and started the car.

"I have ice packs back there. Hey Fin, could you grab one for me?"

"You got it." Fin looked and finally found one and gave it to George. George took it.

"Thank you."

"No problem." Elliot honked the horn.

"Alright everyone in, I don't have all day here." John pushed the front seat forward and hopped into the back. Fin followed and then Olivia.

Elliot pushed the front seat back and George got into the front seat. Elliot put the truck in reverse and soon they were out of the parking lot.

"Hey, when are you getting a car Munch?" Elliot asked as he stopped at a red light.

"When my mother dies and wills me the car. We all know the woman isn't dropping dead anytime soon." Fin shook his head.

"Why do you always have to say stupid stuff?" Fin asked, looking at John.

"Because I want to, that's why. Do you have a problem with that?" They both started to argue.

"Hey don't make me come back there," Elliot said, half joking. George cracked a smile.

Olivia hit them both. "Shut up." Elliot chuckled.

Elliot pulled up at the curb and got out of the car. John and Fin hopped out and Elliot got back in to the truck.

"All right see you two later."

"Bye guys," Olivia said, waving. George waved to the pair as they walked down the street together.

"Okay Liv, you're next."

Olivia slid onto Elliot side. "Are you sure you're okay?"

George smiled at Olivia. "Yeah, I just have a slight headache that's all." Elliot glanced over at him before looking at the road again.

"Here we are," Elliot said getting out of the truck again to let Olivia.

"See you tomorrow," she said as she hugged him.

"Okay," Elliot said as he squeezed back and got back into the truck.

"Bye, Olivia," George said.

"See you tomorrow, George." Elliot drove off.

"All right I have one more person to get rid of."

"I feel hurt," George said, as he placed a hand over his heart.

"Whatever. I need directions." George nodded.

"I don't live to far from here so keep going straight." The ride was silent except for George giving Elliot directions.

"Okay stop at that building." Elliot looked out the window at the apartment building.

"I didn't know you lived in an apartment building."

George looked at it and shrugged. "My dad owns the building. He's into real estate."

Elliot looked at the building again. "The whole entire building?" George nodded.

"What floor do you live on?"

"Well we live on the two top floors. That would be the tenth and eleventh floor." Elliot's eyes widened.

"That's a lot of room." George nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow Elliot. Thank you for everything."

"No problem, George." George looked at him strangely and Elliot smiled at him.

George got out of the truck. "Almost forgot," Elliot said, as he handed George his messenger bag.

"Thanks." George walked to the apartment building as Elliot pulled off.

George smiled and took out his key to open the front door.