There will be other pairing, Shawn/Juliet and maybe Gus/Juliet but mainly SHASSIE =)

Just keep an eye on the rating please: T

The shrill ring of the alarm broke the early morning silence. But 17 year old Shawn Spencer was already awake, he had been for awhile.

Hopping off his window ledge, he walked over and switched it off. He sat down and looked at his new room. Piles of boxes covered most of it, he had promised his father to unpack them before school started but it's not the first time he had broken a promise, especially to his father.

Speaking of his father he could hear him getting up. The creaking of the floorboard told him his father was walking to the bathroom but Shawn already knew that. His father was a man of order and did the same routine everyday.

"Shawn! Time to get up." Shouted his father. Instead Shawn lay back down on his bed and closed his eyes.

"Shawn!" Groaning he got up and walked out his room. Pasting his mirror, he stopped and stared at his reflection. His brown hair was sticking out at all angles and he had a slight stubble. Dark circles enhanced his hazel eyes. Perfect look for the first day of school, he thought sarcastically to himself before leaving to try and make himself presentable.

****

18 year old Carlton Lassiter was up and dressed by 8.03 Am. After saying goodbye to his mother he left. He began walking when a voice shouted from behind him. Turning he saw a rough looking boy running towards him.

"Hi, do you go to the local high school?" Carlton looked him up and down. Red shirt, blue t-shirt underneath. Faded jeans and blue converses with a stubble to complete the picture. Very rough looking he thought feeling superior but did notice the bright hazel eyes glowing with amusement.

Shawn was also studying Carlton. For a high school student, he was dressed like a business man. Gray suit with dull tie, Shawn couldn't help but smile, he looked like an accountant, maybe he wasn't a student. He suddenly felt nervous.

"Yes, Carlton Lassiter." he said holding out his hand. Shawn had to do his best not to laugh, so grinning he said,

"Shawn Spencer." and they shook hands

****

Arriving at the high school, knots began in Shawn's stomach.

"Well thanks for walking with me, maybe I'll see you around." he said,

"Wait, don't you need help to find the administrative office?" Carlton asked

"Nah, I'll find it, your friends are waiting for you and you have to speak to your teacher before classes start." before Carlton could ask how he knew that, Shawn sprinted off.

The day dragged on. Shawn sat at the back off the class, in the shadows.

Everyone made him feel very welcome, well they mostly wanted him to do his 'psychic abilities' big difference from wanting to be friends. But he couldn't deny he liked being the centre of attention.

Shawn sighed and stared idly out the window. Thanks to his father's 'training' Shawn was now highly observant. His father Henry Spencer, former head detective wanted his son to follow in his footsteps. After his parents divorced, Shawn turned against his father and became an immense disappointment.

Finally the bell rang and the class ran out leaving Shawn alone, slowly packing up his stuff.

Lunch Time.

Getting his tray of food, Shawn looked around the cafeteria for a table. He noticed all the groups.

The jocks and the plastics. The nerds and geeks and so on. But he also noticed what was happening inside those groups that no-one else spotted.

"Hey you looking for somewhere to sit?" a blonde girl asked him. Shawn turned to look at her and was greeted with a warm smile. He nodded and she lead him to a small table at the back.

Two people were already there. A black boy who was reading an advanced higher maths textbook. And the other was,

"Carlton?" Carlton looked and a surprised expression appeared on his face. Shawn grinned at him before sitting down across from him.

"Ah you two already know each other, well this is Burton Guster." the black boy held out his hand, after Shawn shook it, he returned to his book.

"I'm Juliet O'Hara." the girl said

"Shawn Spencer."

"So where are you from?"

"Actually I'm from Santa Barbara but I moved when I was 8 and lived in L.A with my mom."

"What about your dad?" I dropped my gaze to my plate and groaned inwards.

"I live with him now." they were silent for a moment. Then Juliet opened her mouth, probably to ask something else, when Carlton cut in.

"O'Hara when do we have English?" she turned to Carlton,

"Next, you should know that." she raised her eyebrow confused. Carlton ignored her, said his thanks and returned to his lunch. Thankfully Juliet didn't ask any more personal questions.

****

As Shawn walked into his last class he was happy to see a friendly face.

Sitting next to Burton, he smiled.

"Hey, Burton right?" he noticed that Burton winced at tiny bit when he spoke. At first Shawn thought it was because he was talking to him, but then he remembered it was the same reaction when Juliet introduced him, there must be another reason.

"Yeah and you're Shawn."

They began talking, finding out the both have an unnatural love for 80's music, then the teacher came in and the class fell silent.

Again Shawn zoned out and began to draw on his book.

Pineapples. Cavemen fighting Astronauts. Pineapples.

"Mr Spencer!" Shawn's head shot up and saw that most of the class was staring at him.

"Hm?" a few people sniggered.

The teacher, a middle age man with a strict face which was now glaring at Shawn.

"I expect all my students to pay attention to me." taking a quick look at him, Shawn noticed that he was fiddling about with his wedding ring, his shirt wasn't properly fixed and his tie was croaked.

"Just because your wife isn't." Shawn whispered, unfortunately not quiet enough and the teacher heard along with some of the other students who laughed.

"What did you say?!" Shawn didn't break eye contact but said as innocently as he could,

"Nothing Sir." the teacher continued to stare but didn't say anything.

"Good." and he turned away and started talking again. Nearly the whole class stared at him in wonder, some with admiration.

"How did you know that?" a boy behind him whispered.

Shawn shook his head and went back to drawing, counting down the minuets till he could get out.

****

Shawn walked home slowly, he was annoyed with himself, for letting slip about the teacher. It was now a natural thing for him to notice every little detail, all most instinct.

"Shawn!" turning round at the sound of his name, he saw Carlton walking towards him.

"Oh hey." they started walking in silence, then Carlton asked

"How was the first day?" Shawn made a face, making Carlton laugh.

"That good? I also heard that you're a psychic?" now it was Shawn's turn to laugh.

"News travels fast."

"You're not an actual psychic, right." it wasn't a question, more of a statement.

"What makes you say that?"

"Well, there's no such thing as psychics." Shawn grinned at him. Finally there was someone who was going to challenge him and not stare in awe.

"You've just met one." he said brightly, Carlton rolled his eyes and gave him a playful shove.

They continued to argue all the way home, Shawn enjoying it greatly while Carlton was becoming increasing annoyed.

Finally they arrived.

"Right this is your stop, see you tomorrow." said Shawn walking across the street.

"Hey Shawn! This isn't over yet!"

"I wouldn't dream of it, Lassie." he grinned back before going in.

Maybe this year wasn't going to be so bad.

Please review, makes me very happy, which i need as my exams are coming up -_-