The next morning, the morning of his first day of high school, Aleks lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. His thoughts were on Ava. Her curly hair. Her smile. Her lips. He sighed. It must be the Stilinski men curse to fall for a girl completely out of your league.

Knock. Knock.

Aleks looked at the door to watch as his father opened it. "You ready champ?" the sheriff asked his son.

"Does it look like I'm ready?" Aleks asked propping himself up on his elbows.

His dad chuckled. "You need a ride?"

Aleks shook his head. "Yeah, that would be super cool. Showing up to school in a sheriff car. I would never live that down. I think we all remember Stiles' first day and how well that went."

"I heard that!" Stiles shouted from his bedroom.

Aleks looked at his dad. "You do want one of your sons to make it out of high school alive, right?" His dad chuckled again. "Besides I told Ava I would ride bikes with her to school."

"Because that's super cool," Stiles shouted again from his bedroom mocking his brother's words.

"Shut up, Stiles!" Aleks looked at his dad. "See what I have to put up with?"

His dad shook his head and put his hands up. He left Aleks' room, closing the door behind him. Aleks grabbed his phone to see that Ava had texted him. She was on her way already.

"Fuck."

Aleks rolled out of bed and ran to his closet. He was already overthinking what to wear. He wanted to look good for his first day of high school. He also wanted to impress Ava. He also didn't want to be labeled a nobody, like Stiles. There seemed to be a lot riding on this.

He grabbed his new jeans, band tee, and zip-up hoodie and got dressed as fast as he could. While he was pulling his socks on, Aleks tripped over his bed and landed face first on his bed. He mumbled to himself as Stiles suddenly appeared in his doorway.

"We need to set a couple of ground rules," Stiles said as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Right now?" Aleks groaned.

Stiles shrugged. "There's no time like the present."

Aleks forced himself upright and rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Rule number one…" Stiles began. "Under absolutely no circumstances are you to ever use my first name."

"Whatever you say Mieczyslaw."

"I mean it. Never. Ever."

"Yeah. Okay. Whatever." Aleks shook his head. "Are we done yet?"

"No. Rule number two...you must maintain at least a ten-foot radius away from me at all times and you are never to make contact with me in the presence of Lydia Martin."

"Isn't that like two rules?"

"Shut up."

"Number three...never talk to Lydia Martin without my consent."

"Seriously, dude?"

"Yes, seriously, dude."

"You do realize that she's best friend's with the sister of my best friend."

"Just do as I say."

The doorbell rang. Aleks quickly grabbed his phone. Sure enough, he had a text from Ava that she was at his house. His eyes widened. He quickly shoved his phone into his pocket before he tried to run past Stiles. Stiles blocked his path.

"Dude? What the Frell."

Stiles looked at his brother and shook his head. "Dude, you're gonna have to stop saying that if you wanna get laid."

"Says the boy who's never been laid before. Sorry, if I don't trust your expertise. Now, let me through. I don't wanna keep Ava waiting."

Stiles stood a little taller, puffing his chest out, trying to intimidate his little brother. "Not until you agree to adhere to our agreement."

But Aleks was the same height as his big brother and Stiles didn't scare him anymore like he did when they were little. Aleks looked Stiles right in the eyes. "Fine. Whatever." Aleks then managed to squeeze past Stiles before he ran downstairs and opened the front door.

Ava stood there wearing a skirt, a white shirt, and a jean jacket. Her naturally curly hair was down and blowing in the breeze. She was wearing makeup. Aleks thought that she looked beautiful. He opened his mouth to speak, but he was tongue-tied.

"Hey," Ava greeted first, tucking her hair behind her ear. "You ready?"

Aleks held up one finger and shut the door on her. He then sat down to get his Converse sneakers on as Stiles came down the stairs.

"Did you seriously just shut the door on your girlfriend?" Stiles asked.

"She's not my girlfriend," Aleks groaned.

Stiles ignored his brother and opened the door for Ava. "Why do you even hang out with this loser?" Stiles asked Ava.

Ava blushed. "He's my friend."

"If I was you, I'd find better friends. You can do a lot better than Aleks"

"Stiles!" Aleks shouted.

"I happen to be perfectly content with my choice of friends, Stiles," Ava said standing a little taller. Stiles' jaw dropped a little in surprise. Aleks then pushed his brother into the front door and escaped outside.

"Bye, Stiles!" Aleks shouted as he grabbed Ava's hand and they sprinted off the front porch giggling.

Aleks quickly released Ava's hand once they were on the sidewalk. They both looked at each other and blushed. "I...uh...I should probably get my bike," Aleks told Ava. She just nodded her head.

He went around to the side of the house and grabbed his bike. He walked it to the front yard where Ava now stood with her bike. "Ready?" Aleks asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Ava responded.

"Let's do this then."

Ava and Aleks got on their respective bikes and rode into the street, headed toward Beacon Hills High School for the first day of their high school careers.

"Race ya!" Ava shouted over her shoulder to him as she took off on her bike.

"Hey! No fair! You got a head start," Aleks shouted back as he began to pedal faster.

"Then you better hurry up if you don't wanna get beat by a girl."

Aleks laughed and quickly caught up to her. He thought that if all days could be like the way this one started, maybe high school wouldn't be so bad. Maybe.

Thank you to January Lily for betaing this for me. You should read her stories too. All of them are good ones.