I'm so sorry about the delay of the upload of this chapter! My computer sort of well... crashed. So I had to get that taken care of. But, thank you for your patience! The majority of this novella will take place in Jenna's POV from first person. However, if I find necessary, I will alternate to Isaac's in first. I realize that it was inconsiderate of me to completely change a story that some of you might have really liked, but in order for the story to go the way I wanted it to, I needed a way better introduction. So, here it is. I know, I know. You might not give a crap about her home life, but if you do, here it is. And something that will be very important to the plot of the story will be hinted at in this very chapter! What do you think it is? Comment, Rate, Review and Subscribe. Oh, and I promise it won't be one of those stories. The reason I made Jenna like she is is because it all leads to the climax of the story! TRUST ME. It really isn't focused on what Jenna has, it's what happens in the end! I know this chapter seems choppy at first, it just takes some time to get to the main scene.

"Aren't you just so excited? Everything's going to be brand new! A new school, new people, new opportunities-" I zoned out at that point. Sometimes, my mother's over-enthusiasm just exhausted me. I didn't know how a person could be so positive, especially since the way her life was going lately. Grandma had died last year, she'd gotten laid off from her job at the firm and then of course, me... But I wouldn't get into it. I leaned my head against the car window and watched the colonial houses pass me by.

And suddenly, we were pulling into one of them. I sighed. The two story house seemed like every other house on the street. It had beige-yellow colored panels that made up the exterior with a red brick porch and windows all over the place. I switched off my iPod and stuck it into the side of the car. The one perk that comes with having an iPod in 2012 is that no one gives a crap about them anymore, so I didn't have to worry about anyone stealing it or anything. My mom parked the car and rolled the window as my dad pulled in next to us. He was beaming.

"So, what do you guys think?" I nodded and gave him a half-hearted smile. He hopped out of his Honda Pilot and popped the trunk. My parents then went on to remind me and Mike (my brother) that this was just going to be great. Mike was way angrier than I was about the move, probably because after six years of failed efforts, he'd finally made the football team as a sophomore. That same dinner that Mike had announced he'd made the team, Dad had announced we were moving. So, it was safe to say Mike had been pretty pissed off. I slung my overnight bag onto my shoulder and hopped out of my mom's Lexus before I trenched up the porch steps.

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I'd finally unloaded everything and had just gotten under my comforter when I heard Mike screaming downstairs.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" He cried. My parents muffled voices said something I couldn't make out to which I heard something shatter. He was breaking something. Mike never really could control his anger. I, of course, knew what they had just told him. I told them I didn't want to be there when they did. I grabbed my favorite movie, A Walk to Remember and slid it into the computer slot. It sucked it in and after a few moments, the black screen dissolved into the opening scene of cars parking in front of the tower.

I had just gotten to the part where Jamie and Landon are on the bus ride home when I heard a light knock on my door. I groaned and pressed my spacebar, pausing the movie. I closed my laptop and pushed it to the side.

"Jen?" Mike's voice seemed weak and scratchy on the other side of the door.

"Yeah." I said after I pause. The door creaked open and Mike approached the bed. I glanced up at him. His tan face was splotchy and his big brown eyes were puffy.

"Is it bad?" His voice cracked and his eyes got watery. I tucked a strand of long dark brown hair behind my ear and shook my head.

"Not at all. It hasn't even really started yet, Mike. It'll be a really, really, really long time before you can even tell."

"How long?"

"Years."

"Really?" He looked hopeful. I nodded.

"They say it'll be a few years after college, at least. For now, it'll just be small, insignificant things. You shouldn't worry about it." But then he started sobbing violently and the next thing I knew he was laying next to me and I was hugging him and he was breathing unintelligible gibberish into my t-shirt.

"What am I gonna do without you?" That one broke my heart.

"Oh, come on, Mikey. Don't think about that."

"What else am I supposed to do?" I sighed.

"Tomorrow's your first day of school at a brand new school. Shouldn't you be freaking out about that? Or what about the fact that you finally made the football team and then promptly moved to another state. Shouldn't you still have some teen angst about that?" He unburied himself from my shirt and sat up.

"Yeah, well, at least I know you'll actually be there with me." After about another half an hour of that, he awkwardly stood up and scratched the back of his head. "Alright, well, I'm gonna get going, because if I stay in here for another second, I'm just gonna start crying again and then we'll end up sleeping in the same bed and that'll just create another whole awkward situation." And with that, he left.

I fell asleep crying that night.

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The next morning, I woke up early to pick out my outfit. I'd learned in second grade that what you wear on the first day of school is critical to what clique you join. One mistake, and it'll brand you for the rest of your high school life. I settled on a pair of skinny jeans, a short-sleeved v-neck white tee, a light brown faux leather jacket and my favorite stone leather combat boots. I pulled my hair into a high ponytail that reached the middle of my back, put on some eyeliner and mascara and brushed my teeth. Bad breath was another thing I'd learned about in second grade. Let's just say second grade was not kind to me.

"Jenna? You ready yet?" Mike's voice asked from the door.

"Yeah. You?"

"Yeah. Can we take your car?" I raised my eyebrows and opened the door.

"Why?"

"Because I like your car a lot better than Dad's. And Mom's already gone for her job interview. And you let me listen to whatever I want, while Dad listens to the universal news station." I handed him the keys to the Range Rover and he headed downstairs. I dropped my cellphone into my bag, slung it over my shoulder and followed Mike to the car.

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I swear, there is nothing more peaceful than that first five minutes at your locker at a new school. Everyone in the hallway was either too absorbed in their own conversations or trying to get to that first class to even notice the new girl. Or, so I thought.

"Having some trouble?" I was. This lock was being a total bitch. I looked up. It was a pretty black-haired girl. She had brown eyes that sparkled and a bright face.

"So cliche, I know." She smiled and offered to unlock it.

"You're new?" It sounded like more of a statement than a question. I sighed.

"Yeah," I readjusted the strap of my bag and extended my free hand, "I'm Jenna." She shook it.

"Allison." The lock came open.

"It's a gift." She shrugged. I shoved two textbooks into my locker. There was an awkward moment of silence before she spoke again.

"You're probably wondering why I'm still here." I laughed.

"You know, I'd be lying if I said I wasn't." Allison grinned and after a minute she sighed.

"Last year, I was the new girl. Fortunately for me, Lydia took initiative that day and now she's one of my best friends. She made it a lot easier for me. The move, I mean. So, I thought I'd just do the same for you." I nodded.

"It's gonna be a lot easier since I've got somebody helping me out. This is my first move, so I really had no idea what I was going to do." She nodded.

"Yeah, I honestly know exactly where you're coming from," she tossed some hair behind her shoulder, "So, do you have your schedule with you?" I pulled it out of my bag and handed it to her. She compared hers to mine and grinned.

"Well, lucky for you, we have four classes together. There are five classes a day. So that's good. And the only class we're not in together is... Chemistry AP, but, Lydia is probably in that class. She's like one of the smartest people I know. Alright, well, looks like we have Algebra first." She tugged me through what seemed like seventy hallways and pulled me into a classroom. We sat down in the middle row, but she didn't stop talking.

"Okay, so, when you meet Lydia, the first words out of your mouth should be along the lines of her hair being amazing. She takes a lot of pride in her hair, so. And she'll like you because you're gorge," I blushed, but she just kept on talking, "And unfortunately, Lydia only associates with people she finds attractive-" At that moment, two boys walked in, having an intense discussion.

"There you are. Stiles has been looking all over for you." The tan boy looked up and smiled.

"And I've been looking all over for you." He kissed her on the cheek. And about ten seconds later, noticed my presence.

"Hey, I'm, I'm..." He kind of drifted off and Allison hit him on his shoulder. He shook himself out of his reverie and blushed slightly.

"Jesus, Scott, keep it in your pants." She said, rolling her eyes. I laughed and Scott sat himself down in the chair next to Allison. Once he'd collected himself, he extended a hand in my direction.

"Sorry.. Scott." I grinned and shook it.

"Jenna."

"You were saying something about Stiles." He reminded Allison. Allison nodded.

"Yeah, he's asked me like seven times if I'd seen you this morning. You really had him worried." The boy that Scott had been talking to was now talking to a pretty blonde girl and a tall black boy. They were having a heated debate when the first bell rang. The blonde pulled them both into the hallway. Then, another couple walked in. The boy was obviously much more invested in the conversation the two were having than the girl was. He had a brown buzz-cut and brown eyes. The girl was beautiful. She had long, wavy red hair and bright brown eyes. I glanced at Allison and she closed her eyes and nodded. Lydia sat down on the other side of Allison and almost immediately went into gossip mode, but Allison cut her off and made a Vanna White motion towards me.

"This, is Jenna Marshall. She's a new student and we're going to be-" Lydia was suddenly staring at me. She lit up when she noticed my boots.

"Oh my God! Are those the new Steve Madden combat boots?" She shrieked. I smiled and nodded. Allison winked at me and returned to her conversation with Scott. I glanced back at the buzz-cut boy. He'd gone to sit behind Scott.

"Yeah, my mom is really into the whole fashion scene, and she's got a lot of friends in the business. So she gets them all for discounts. I've got them in all the different colors.. Except purple, because the purples ones were just-"

"Hideous?!" Lydia finished my sentence and beamed.

"Oh my gosh. I preordered the dark brown ones, but I'm still on the waiting list..."

"Well, if you want, you could borrow mine until yours are delivered." I didn't think it were possible for Lydia to be smiling any wider at that point. The second bell rang and the boy that Scott had been talking to returned to class. He sat behind the buzz-cut boy. And then who I assumed the teacher was walked in.

"Alright, class, welcome to Algebra, I'll be your teacher. I'm Ms. Hayes. We're gonna start today off with a review of what you learned in Geometry. Now, here are some review sheets. I'll give you fifteen minutes and then we'll go over the answers." When I got the sheet, I sighed. The simplicity of Geometry really just bored me. I reached into my bag for a pencil. After about five minutes of searching, I came to the ingenious conclusion that I did not have one. I waited until the teacher was sitting in her desk to tap the buzz-cut boy next to me.

"Hey..." I glanced at the name at the top of the worksheet, "Stiles, do you have an extra pencil?" He looked up and then, very gradually, his mouth just kind of fell open. I kind of wished he'd have done that thing where the guy realizes he's staring and shakes himself, like Scott had done. But this one just kept staring. The boy sitting behind him suddenly extended one towards me.

"I apologize for his stupidity." The words seemed to wake up Stiles, who glared at the boy in response.

"Shut up." He muttered. The other boy grinned and returned to me.

"I'm Isaac." He flashed a dazzling white smile and handed me the pencil.

"Jenna." You know, I'd be lying if I said he wasn't absolutely gorgeous. His light brown hair curled at the his forehead, giving him these adorable bangs. He had these sparkling blue eyes and strong, defined cheekbones. But I knew what type of guy this was. He was that cute guy who knows just what to say and just what to do. He seems to be that guy you think you might end up dating, but then you see him making out with your best friend in the locker room an hour later... Well, maybe that was just me.

I did the review sheet within five minutes. I was really good at school. It's not that I really studied, it just came easy for me. The teacher went over the answers and then promptly dived into a new lesson: logarithms. The class seemed to just fly by after that. I headed outside the classroom.

"Hey, do you mind if I walk with Scott to class? We just have to talk about some things. I totally understand if you need me to just talk to Scott later, I know how confusing a big school can be-" I waved a hand in the air.

"Oh, please. I'm sure I can find my way to at least one class." And with that, she was gone. I got tapped on the shoulder. Isaac.

"I feel like you stealing my pencil had a hidden meaning." I raised my eyebrows and pulled it out of my bag.

"Oh really?" I handed it to him. Pretty sure he tossed it on the ground.

"Yeah. I think you stole it on purpose so that I would have to come find you to get it back."

"Ugh, and I thought I'd been so subtle." He laughed.

"You weren't." The corners of my mouth turned upwards.

"Ah, a smile. Progress." He steered me into Chemistry just as the bell rang.

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The rest of the day kind of just flew by. Lydia already made plans on coming to my house for tomorrow to pick out a pair of boots to satisfy her until hers came in. Stiles and I actually had a conversation with words. Allison invited me to a party this weekend. And at least twelve guys (including the four from the Lacrosse team) gave me their numbers. As for Isaac, in the middle of Chemistry class, he got pulled out and never came back. Though, I did see him talking up at least six different girls throughout the day.

I'm walking across the blacktop when I spot Mike coming from what I think is the gym. He waves at me and jogs over.

"So, how'd the first day go?" I ask. He shrugs.

"It didn't totally suck. The girls here are smoking hot. But, of course, they don't have a football team."

"That blows. Is there anything else you could try out for that would make up for it?" Mike shrugged.

"Supposedly, the lacrosse team is the shit. But I don't even know what lacrosse is. How am I supposed to try out for something that I don't even know how to play?"

"I think you should try out." He groaned.

"Why? You're being such a hypocrite! You've been on the dancing team every year since sixth grade! Why aren't you trying out for that?"

"Mom and Dad won't let me. They told me they think it would be too much exertion..." Mike suddenly put an arm around me and pulled me towards him. Even though he was just a sophomore, he was already bigger than me. Those weeklong football tryouts weren't so useless after all. We walked in silence for a minute or two before he spoke again.

"Maybe, MAYBE I'll try out- I'm not making any promises! " I smiled and kissed him on the cheek. He nudged me out from his arm.

"Alright, alright. Let's not give any of these girls the wrong ideas." He cocked his head to the many groups of teenage girls walking across the blacktop. I laughed.

"Oh, because you're such a stud-" I was interrupted by someone's body being thrust between me and Mike.

"Excuse me?" I looked at the person who had so rudely separated us. Isaac. He grinned.

"Can I help you?" Mike asked. Mike always got protective when it came to boys. Issac's grin suddenly melted into a thin line.

"Yeah, who are you?" Mike glanced at me and I nodded.

"I'm Mike." Isaac turned to me. I rolled my eyes.

"He's my brother." Isaac's expression returned to its original grin.

"Oh, sorry, man. Thought I had some competition for a minute." I tugged Mike along. Isaac walked besides us.

"Are you always this persistent?" Isaac smirked.

"Not usually. You know, I was actually gonna tell Mike here that I'd be happy to help him with lacrosse." Mike raised his eyebrows.

"How long have you been eavesdropping?" I asked. Isaac shook his head.

"I have no idea as to what you're referring to."

"Oh really? Well, as fun as this was, here's my car." Mike had started to go around the car when Isaac pulled him back.

"Seriously, man. You look like you could be perfect for lacrosse. I'd be happy to help you for the tryouts. I've got it good with the coach. You could be a sure thing." Mike paused for a minute. "Look, if just being on the team isn't enough, there's a lot of benefits of being on the lacrosse team. Girls totally dig lacrosse players at Beacon Hills." Mike cocked his head.

"Now you've got me interested." Isaac flashed that dazzling smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, man. We'll, uh, talk about it tomorrow." Mike nodded and slipped into the passenger's seat. I hopped into the drivers seat. Isaac tapped on the window and rolled it down.

"What? That's it? No goodbye?" I rolled my eyes.

"Why say goodbye? You'll see me tomorrow." He smiled.

"Today just keeps getting better."

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Sorry, it might be shorter than you wanted. I just wanted a chapter to finally be out! Comment! Rate! Review! Subscribe!