There are six girl and boy matches in this story so you won't get confused here's the legend:
Wills Windsor = Faith Kerrigan,
Brad Shore= Bev Marsden,
Mike Jones = Meg Morgan
Kev Healey = Kerry McDonald
Rich Featherworth= Rache Adams,
Harry Windsor = Caitlin Kerrigan (later in the story)
(Gets)

Chapter One
Prince William looked at the media circus in awe. And it took a lot to awe him. They didn't make this much of a fuss when I enrolled, he thought.
That day the concentration of everyone was on the four girls signing their names in the male signature dominated Eton enrollment book.
"I thought there were five," Kev whispered to Wills.
Wills shrugged. "The girl's from California. What do you expect from someone who lives on chewing gum and whose vocabulary is limited to 'like' and 'you know.' She wasn't here for the last week's press conference either."
"All I can say is the board of administration must've been high on something," Brad said.
Wills laughed. "Don't let Headmaster Lewis catch you saying that."
"How else can you explain it, Prince?" Brad asked. "Girls? At Eton?" He shook his head.
"Like it or not it's happening," Mike gestured towards the last of the four girls who was signing her name.
Headmaster Lewis took hold of the microphone. "Well, this wraps it up for the day, seeing that Miss-"
"I'm here! I'm here!" a yell was heard at the entrance of the auditorium.
All eyes turned to the girl making her way through the crowded room.
"That's her?" Wills asked.
"I guess."
Her breathless speech was being picked up by the mikes of the journalists. "Hi.... Sorry, I'm late.... Excuse me...." She stood in front of Dean Lewis. "First my flight was delayed in the States... And then there was the London traffic coming over here... The guard stopped me at the gate because he didn't believe who I was. I had to search all my bags to find that document you guys sent me. I have it-" she searched herself. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. "I have it! I - just don't know where it is."
"Miss Kerrigan calm down." Lewis said. "You can hand it to me later. Right now you just have to sign the enrollment book. Okay, Faith?"
She nodded. "The enrollment book." She searched her pockets again. She turned to the crowd. "Does anyone have a pen?" One was handed to her. "Thank you." She looked at the black bound book.
Everyone looked at her expectantly.
She looked at the book again. Her eyes scanned over the illegible penmanship already written there. Prince William's and Prince Harry's signature were in there too. She suddenly realized where she was. This was Eton. Where they turned boys into men. And she was going to take her place in it. She signed her name: Faith Kerrigan.
For better; for worse, in the year that was to come, it was official. She, a girl, was an Etonian.
"Okay. Is there anything else?" Lewis asked. "You're raising your hand, Your Highness. What is it?"
"On behalf of the boys at Eton. I'd just like to say: we welcome you girls to Eton."
"That's a nice gesture, Wills," and a nice note to end the meeting.
"And I'm sure he totally means it," Faith muttered under her breath.

"Only one closet for the five of us?" Beverley Marsden asked. She cleared the closet and hung the uniforms which was going to be the everyday wear of the girls as long as they stayed in Eton..
"I hope they let me on the soccer team," Rachel Adams expressed. She let her bags drop to the floor. A black and white ball rolled under the bed.
Megan laughed. "Sure get all those boys in shorts all to yourself."
Kerry laughed. "Girls, stop fighting. We're in Eton. What are we? Five? And how many boys are here? Around fifteen hundred? Three hundred per girl," Kerry calculated. "Not bad."
"Well, you can have my share. I'm through with the male species." Bev sat on her bed.
"Brad!" Rache and Kerry teased.
Meg put an arm around her friend. "You guys can have my share too. I'm just not interested."
"Sure, deprive the poor men," Rache said. "You know they're truly captivated by-" She looked at Meg's chest. "-your face."
Meg placed an arm across where Rache was looking and threw a pillow at her.
"Hey," Kerry looked at the huge Prince William poster above one of the beds.
"Oh no!" Bev exclaimed. "We have a Wills-maniac on our hands."
"Where is she anyway?"

"We welcome you girls to Eton?" Rich said.
"Hey, my father told me to say it. Quick bugging me about it."
"You didn't have to sound so sincere. You made it seem like we wanted those girls here!" Brad informed as he changed for supper.
Kev and Mike entered the dorm room.
"The primary reason why this school has survived since 1440 is because there were no girls." Kev slung an arm around Wills. "Your great great great great great great great - add twenty or so more great's - grandfather is going to roll over in his grave."
"I don't mind the girls thing. Why did they have to chose the four witches of St. Mary's?" Mike said.
"And the fifth one. Did you see her performance earlier today?" Wills asked. "If this is going to be the future of Eton. Heaven help it." He took of his shirt and pulled on a new one.

Faith walked down the corridor and tried not to break under the stares of the boys she was passing. Gee, she was about to die from carrying her luggage and no one was going to help her? This proved it! Chivalry was officially dead. "Last door. Last door," she muttered to herself as she tried to remember the Headmaster Lewis' directions to her room. She stood in front of a door. This was her first time away from home. This was her first time in a private school. This was her first time in a boarding school. This was her first time in an all-boys school. Nervous was an understatement. How she hated her father! "Why Eton?" she had complained when he informed her of the news. "Because Prince William's there," was his answer. So she hated Prince William too. She turned the knob.
A boy was pulling a shirt over his head. "What the-"
She slammed it shut. "I didn't see anything!" she screamed.
The door opened. The boy stepped out. "Hey, Miss America. Haven't they heard of knocking where you come from?"
Faith gulped. The guy looked familiar but the strain of jet lag and the nervousness of her first day in England gave her a brain block and couldn't recall the face. "I thought this was my room," she tried to explain.
A door further down the hall opened. Four girls stepped out.
"What did you do?" Bev snapped at the boy.
"Me? She was then one who intruded on my privacy."
Brad stepped out from behind Wills. "Great. Just great. It's only your first day here and already you girls are causing problems."
"C'mon, Brad. We're doing you a favor," Bev said sweetly. "Spicing up your lives in this droll used-to-be all-male environment."
"The Spice Girls broke up," Brad informed.
"I still believe in Girl Power."
"And what's that?" Kev asked. The door was wide open now and all five guys stepped out in the hallway. "Sucking up to the press like you did today and last week?"
"Takes one to know one," Kerry told him.
"Look, it's His Royal Highness fault. He should've locked-" Rache reasoned.
"Hello? No lock!" Rich told her.
Wait! Faith thought as she observed the conversation. One of them was Prince William? Who? "Hold it," she called everyone's attention. "Which one of you is His Royal To-Die-For-ness?" She expected pointing fingers.
To her surprise the boy she caught in the process of undress raised his hand announced, "That would be me."
"What makes you girls think you can make it here at Eton?" Brad demanded.
"We passed that entrance test same as you," Bev said.
"It doesn't prove anything," Brad told her.
"You know what Brad? I think you're scared."
Brad scoffed. "Me scared? What do I have to be scared about?"
"Oh, you're scared. There's no doubt about that. The only question is-" Bev's eyes turned to slits as she crossed her arms over her chest. "How scared are you?"
The Headmaster came down the hall. "Oh good. It's nice to see everybody getting acquainted," Lewis said with a big smile. "Miss Kerrigan you better begin to unpack. Supper's about to be served."

"Why do we have to eat together?"
The ten of them shared one table.
"We eat by room numbers, remember?" Bev replied. "Unfortunately, that means we have to eat with you five gentlemen."
Brad glared Bev. "Don't talk to me about Eton. It is my school. I know how it operates."
Faith checked her watch. It was still on California time. She pushed the food around her plate, not hungry. She had eaten the slop on the plane.
Meg thought her silence was due to insecurity. She gave Faith the info on every boy at the table. "This is Eton's Brat Pack," she said in a low voice and gestured to the boys, "Brad Shore is Bev's ex. Terrible break-up. St. Mary's and Eton are still suffering from shock. They hate each other now. The guy next to him is Rich Featherworth. All-around athlete. But Rache can whoop him in any field. The one with the glasses is Kev Healey. Kerry's arch rival in debates. He helps every boy with Trig and Latin. The next Albert Einstein. You already know Prince William. Heir to the throne yada-yada-yada... And Mike Jones. A scumbag who thinks he's heaven's gift to women. I have no idea where that concept came from."
"Are you going to eat that?" Mike asked pointing to Faith's food with a fork.
"Um, I'm not hungry." It was passed down and the each boy took a share.
"Boys, welcome to the world of diets," Brad proclaimed.
Bev glared at him.
"And PMS," Brad observed.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wills asked Faith.
"I can't believe you have the gall to go: Yeah, I'm His Royal-To-Die-For-ness."
"Why should I deny it?" Wills asked. "I am the boy who will be king."
"The boy."
"That's correct."
"I prefer a MAN." Faith told him.
Mike snorted juice up his nose.
"Gross," Meg muttered.
"So how do you find it here at England?" Kev asked Faith. "Did it meet your expectations?"
"I didn't know what to expect. If I depended on TV I feel I would be mislead. In an American films the girl's always go 'like' and 'you know'. And that's not all of us. In a film set in London and there's this guy that goes 'bloody' and 'luv' And I'm sure that's not all of you."
The boys looked at Wills accusingly.
Wills retorted. "What the bloody hell do you mean, luv?"
Faith glared at him. "Like, you know..." she rolled her eyes.
"Do I, luv?" he tried not to laugh.
Faith got a roll from the middle of the table. "Pardon me," she imitated his accent. "Can you pass me the Grey Poupon?"
Wills slid the jar across the table. The cap was opened and the mustard flew out and stained her shirt.
Faith stared at the damage. "All right." She chucked the roll at him.
But she missed. It hit the boy in the next table.
"What was that for?" Harry Windsor asked.
"I'm sorry. I was aiming for Wills and-"
Harry didn't give her time to finish he threw his plastic bowl of Jell-O at her.
She ducked it and it hit a boy two tables behind her.
A food fight started.
Faith made the most of it. She got the rich icing dessert and smashed it in Wills's face.
He in return poured juice down her back.
"Brad, stop it," Bev shrieked as they wrestled on the floor.
Kev did his best to keep Kerry's hand which was smothered in mashed potatoes away from his face.
Rache and Rich were throwing pitches of who-knows-what at each other.
Meg just dumped an entire plate of peas over Mike's head when-
"WHO STARTED THIS MESS?"

"I think we're doing pretty good." Bev observed. "First day and the entire male population of Eton is angry at us."
"At least they didn't fink on us," Kerry said.
"No one likes a fink. Thank goodness all that Headmaster Lewis did was make everybody clean up the mess. It could've been worse."
"Ugh, Wills," Faith groaned as she looked at the stain that will never come out. She started to unpack. She looked at the poster above her bad. "Dad!" she moaned. She immediately took the poster down and replaced it with her Leonardo one.
"So I take it you don't like him," Kerry said.
Faith didn't answer. She just crumpled the poster of Wills in her hands. She then threw it on the floor and stomped down on it several times.
Bev grabbed her by the shoulders. "Okay. We get your point."
"Why aren't we brushing our teeth?" Kerry asked.
"Because the boys are using the bathroom."
"And that's stopping us? We're Etonians too."
"Well, after what happened earlier-"
Bev grinned.

"Royal toothbrush coming through," the boys called as Wills's brush came down the row in front of the sink.
"Great show tonight," Rich said.
"I think it's the first time I've actually seen Wills use a broom," Mike joked.
"If the tabloids get wind of this..."
"Relax. The girls aren't going to last one week here. I give it one month tops." Brad assured. "Nothing in Eton is going to change."
Suddenly the room became quiet.
The girls were standing in the doorway.
"We came to brush our teeth like everyone else," Bev said.
Brad reluctantly made room for them.
The boys waited till the girls were done. After the girls left the boys resumed thier earlier activity.
"Nothing in Eton is going to change," Brad repeated, but lacked his earlier conviction.
Wills clasped a hand on his shoulder. "That's what they said about the monarchy, mate. Then my mum came into the picture."

Chapter Two
Faith slammed her hand on the alarm clock.
"Kerrigan, when I wake up I'm going to kill you," Bev yawned from her bed.
Faith sighed as she struggled to get into Eton's rowing uniform. Her father signed her up. Why? Wills was in it.
She looked at the clock again. Ugh! she had just fallen asleep fifteen minutes ago. She wondered when she was going to get over her jetlag.
"A little late, luv?" Wills greeted her as she rushed up to the group of boys.
Faith was too busy panting to reply.
"All right boys - and girl," the coach blew his whistle. "Let's move it."
Faith fell into step behind the linr. When Wills looked back at her, she scowled. Gosh, she was going to have to go through this every day?

There were whistles and hoots as the girls emerged from thier room in their uniforms.
A twelve year old passed by them and flipped Rache's skirt up.
"This is so sick!" Meg said as she tried to ignore the reactions.
Kerry laughed. "Can't you think of it as a compliment? They're saying we look good."
"Can't they say it without making us feel like pieces of meat?"
Mike greeted Meg with a grin. "Mmm-mm, gotta get some-" his hand never reached its destination. He was immediately pinned to the wall.
"Grab me there again; I file for harassment. Got that?" Meg said. Her eyes surveyed the awed boys. "And that goes for the rest of you."
The hall was full of nods.
Meg let go of Mike.
"C'mon, let's get to class." Bev said.

Faith didn't know how the boys did it. How they managed to jog, run back to Manor House, change, and make it to class (breakfast is there somewhere). But the first bell had already rung and most of them were already in thier seats while she was still struggling to get into her clothes. Basically it was a female version of Eton's standard uniform. There was the white blouse covered by a black cardigan with Eton's shield on the left side, the black and gray plaid pleated skirt, a white cravat, white knee socks and sensible shoes. Faith stared at her reflection as she half-heartedly combed her hair. She stuck her tongue out. She felt lousy.
She grabbed a few essentials, notebook and pen, they would be handed those mountains of books later, and (though it was against the rules) ran down the hallway.
"You're not supposed to run," a voice called.
"I'm already late," she yelled back.
"The floor's been waxed!"
But the warning came too late. She slid across the floor and crashed into a boy taking him down in her fall and landing smack on top of him.
"Monday," a boy read on her exposed behind.
"So it's true what they say you girls don't hear the word stop."
Faith looked at the boy beneath her and found herself looking at the face of Prince William.
"Ugh!" she said getting off him.
He held her wrist. "Wait. I'm enjoying this."
She wrenched her hand free. She looked up and down the hall. "I hate you."
"You crashed into me," Wills reminded, getting up.
She turned around. "Hey!" she exclaimed when she felt a hand on her skirt.
"You're skirt was up," Wills explained. He grinned. "Nice undies. So that's the latest in America?"
Faith glared up at him.
"Don't get so riled up, luv," he laughed. "I think they're cute."
Faith looked at her schedule.
"Stop panicking," Wills told her.
"I am not panicking,"
"Could've fooled me."
She waved the piece of paper in his face. "I don't know where I am. Much more the room I'm going to!"
Wills smiled. "Well, today is your lucky day. I'm going to personally escort you to whatever class you need to go to. Think of me as your Eton tour guide." Wills checked her schedule. "English 203 with Mr. McMumford. That's my class," he said.
Dad! Faith immediately thought.
"We can walk together. Don't worry," Wills smiled. "He's always late."

Mr. McMumford was not in the classroom when Wills and Faith arrived. But all the good seats were taken. The only two left remaining were the ones right in front of the teacher's desk. The ones which no one wants.
Faith slipped into a seat and Wills sat at her right.
Mr. McMumford walked in. "Good morning class."
"Good Morning, Mr. McMumford," the rest of the class responded like robots.
Oh, my! It's the Village of The Damned. Faith thought. "Quit hogging the desk," Faith complained to Wills when thier elbows clashed.
"Is there a problem?" the teacher asked.
"Yes," Faith said standing up. In her sweetest voice she explained. "You see, considering I'm right- handed and His Royal To-Die-For-ness is left-handed; I move to get another seatmate."
"And who would that be?" the teacher asked.
Faith turned around. They were all boys. Ooops! She had forgotten about that for a moment. "Can I sit by myself???"
"Don't be silly. Just switch seats with Wills so he's on your left."
They did just that.
"For this semester I want each of you to take good notes in this class. I will be giving pop quizzes," he began writing on the chalkboard.
Faith wrote in her notebook the class summary.
Wills leaned over and then whispered words he had never spoken to any girl before. "Can I borrow a pen?"
Faith felt a rush of sensation go through her. She pushed Wills away. "Don't do that!"
"Why?"
"It's ticklish," she stated simply. She handed him a pen.
Wills laughed. "I think I've found your hotspot, luv."
You didn't find my hot anything! Faith wanted to yell at him. But she chose silence.
"I found your hotspot," he breathed again into her ear .
Faith tried to concentrate. Why was she imagining that voice whispering sweet nothings in her ear?
Wills leaned over.
"What!" Faith snapped.
"Can I borrow a piece of paper?"
She ripped a page and threw it at him. "Don't you have any school supplies?" Faith snapped.
"I do," he smiled. "I just want to annoy you."
"It's working," she muttered.

Girls: Chapters 2-3