**I do not own House of Anubis! This is rated M for a reason. If you don't like it, don't read it!

This is my first fanfic ever. Be gentle.

CC is welcome, meaness is not!

Sibuna!**

Fabian stared at the girl, as she bumped into them, running quickly towards the House of Anubis. Her ash blond hair bounced behind her as she ran, carrying a large duffel bag.

"Sorry," she called out behind her, her voice light as she ran. Patricia knocked into him a little, getting his attention from the mystery girl.

"Well, that certainly was rude," she said, rolling her eyes as they kept walking to their last class of the day.

"Who was it? I don't think I have seen her in any classes," he said, peering to where the girl has disappeared.

"As if I care," Patricia said, lumbering off quickly. Fabian paused, looking around before entering the school. Whoever she was, she had been pretty. Not overly gorgeous but pretty, innocent, like a deer. He sat down at his desk, staring at the window, his mind spinning.

He could hardly pay attention as the teacher talked, droning on about chemistry or biology, he couldn't even remember which class he was in. He replayed the split second of the girl in his mind, over and over, like a a short movie. Had she smiled when she saw him? Had her eyes connected with his?

"Come on, mate, the bell rang! School's over," Jerome said, punching his on the shoulder. "Where's your mind at anyway?" Fabian shrugged, tossing his dark hair out of eyes. He grabbed his backpack, walking with Jerome.

"I think there is a new girl, a blond I think," he said, waving to Alfie as he ran up to them. Jerome pulled a small bag of crisps from his coat pocket and started chewing them loudly.

"She cute? You think you might fancy her," he said, the bits of chewed chips spitting out a little as he spoke. Fabian scowled, backing away from his friend. He had known Jerome since grade school but talking with your mouth full was just disgusting.

Alfie joined them, smiling brightly. "What did you say? A new girl," he asked, walking quickly to keep up with his taller friends. They ignored him as they walked, the sun shining brightly through the afternoon clouds.

"You think you might want to, ya know, ya know, ya know," Alfie said, moving his hips around, making kissing faces, his eyes closed as they walked. As they came to a bench, Jerome and Fabian moved off the the side, leaving Alfie to ram into it. They both smiled at each other as they heard Alfie groaned in pain.

"I don't even know her name. So how could I possibly want to date her or kiss her or anything," Fabian said, hitching his backpack up as they came to the large ornate double doors of the house. It was several degrees cooler, in the shade of the house, sending a chill up his spine. Jerome shrugged, tipping the crisp bag up to his mouth, emptying all the crumbles he could salvage into his mouth. Alfie walked up, rubbing his shins.

"Well, let's go in and see if she is in our house. Be rather convenient if you do end up with her, wouldn't it," Jerome said, nudging him. Fabian rolled his eyes, pushing the door open, ignoring Jerome as he started laughing, just outside the door.

"Can you imagine the things you could do after curfew? Sneaking away? Having secret dates, late at night," he said to Fabian's back. Fabian kept walking, sighing loudly.

"Oh here come Fabian, Jerome and Alfie is somewhere close, I'm sure," the small dark haired woman said as Fabian entered the foyer. She was standing next to the mystery girl. Fabian halted, feeling Jerome bump into him. The girl smiled at him, her green eyes holding his for a split second. He felt his heart skip a beat.

"Oy, Fabian what is the meaning of you just stopping, no warning," Jerome said as Alfie pushed into him, causing a chain reaction. Jerome fell forward, pushing into Fabian who fell onto the dark hardwood floor, right at the new girl's feet.

"Oh my, you have boys falling at your feet already," the snotty female said, as she stepped over them, kicking Jerome in the side a little. The small dark haired woman smiled tightly at the new girl.

"This is Patricia," she said, motioning towards the retreating back of the girl walking up the steps.

"Nice to meet you," the new girl called out, waving slightly. Patricia held up her middle finger behind her as she disappeared up the stairs. Fabian pushed himself up from the floor, moving towards the new girl.

"Hi. Sorry about that. Jerome and Alfie here are a bit much. Hope they don't scare you too much," he said, staring at the new girl slightly. She smiled at him, a slight blush rising on her cheeks.

"I'm Nina. From America," she said, extending her hand, the nails painted a light pearly pink. Fabian mentally slapped himself for noticing such a small trivial thing like her nail polish. He shook her hand, her small hand feeling so delicate in his.

"I'm Fabian," he said, smiling, still shaking her hand. She laughed, looking at him questioningly. At that point, he realized he was still shaking her hand like an idiot. Jerome and Alfie stood behind him, muffling their laughs slightly.

"Sorry, sorry. Nice to meet you Nina," he said, dropping her hand quickly, backing towards the stairs. Trudy smiled at the teenagers as she went into the kitchen, calling out behind her, "Supper is at 5 dears. Do some homework! Clean up a bit!" Fabian bumped into the steps, his gaze still fixated on Nina. Jerome and Alfie busted out laughing, finally deciding to rescue him. They rushed over to him, helping him up.

"Sorry Nina. He has problems with his legs," Jerome said, his eyes wide with laughter.

"Or his arms, or his back," Alfie added, biting his lip from laughing. Fabian just shrugged a bit, the half smile glued to his face. Nine nodded, waving slightly as she went into the living room.