DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT KEVIN. Hi guys…I hope that Kevin isn't OOC. Here we go…

DIANA P.O.V.

My first day of school.

I kissed my parents on the cheek as I poured milk into an empty bowl. With a spoon and Froot Loops added to it, I made the breakfast from heaven, and I quickly dug into it.

After finishing up my meal, I freshened up by the mirror. I looked at myself awkwardly, wondering what impression I'd make on these kids. I shook my head.

Nonsense. I had nothing to worry about.

I breathed in deeply, and started practicing my signature smile. Nothing a nice smile couldn't save…

I hastily applied concealer to any pimples and continued with my makeup routine. I jumped a bit when the bathroom door opened, but it was only Dad.

"Is that why you were in such a rush? If you skipped that, you could've had real breakfast. You need at least vitamins high in-"

"Dad." I said knowingly, pausing from the mascara I was using. I raised a brow for extra effect, and he simply sighed. I snickered when he let his arms flop to his side in frustration.

I walked out of the house, saying another goodbye to my parents as I threw my backpack around my shoulders, hopping into my small red car.

"Be careful! Have fun!" my mom said, already dressed for work. I smiled at her.

"Yes, Mommy."

Yes-I still said 'Mommy'.

I bobbed my head to Rihanna as I drove to school, glancing down at my phone every once in a while for directions and to sneak text messages to my other friends. It didn't take me long to get there- just ten minutes or so. I pulled into the parking lot, sighing as I stepped out of the car and walked to the front steps of the high school.

I'd be finishing up my sophomore year here at Gladstone High.

I strutted through the halls with a smile on my face after my fourth period, on my way to lunch. The people were actually very nice here. A few people even introduced themselves, much to my surprise, but it wasn't shocking, considering I cracked a joke in almost every class I had. They didn't look interested in getting to know me very long, however, after one girl, Jillian, decided to stick to my side after meeting me in fifth period. It was painfully obvious why she did.

We walked to an empty table after walking through the lunch line. I ignored the stares of passerbys as we did so. Jillian must've been a loner; these people didn't even want to sit by her. Selfishly, I started to wonder if I'd made the right decision, sitting in the chair across from Jillian.

She picked up her fork and stabbed at her salad. We sat in silence, until I decided to break the awkward silence.

"So, why avoid the chili?" I asked warily, drinking from my water bottle.

"It's just so yucky!" she exclaimed. I laughed out loud at her, and she took in a deep breath. I'd never met someone so blunt. Her head lowered immediately, and I furrowed my brows at her sudden change of mood. "Sorry." She muttered, her high voice cracking. I nodded my head, but felt a bit embarrassed.

I hadn't meant it in that way…

I looked down in my lunchbox, only to inwardly fist pump. I forgot napkins, the perfect opportunity to escape the awkwardness. I frowned when I saw Jillian peering into my lunchbox.

"What's up?" I questioned.

"If you're going to get a napkin, could you get me one, too?"

I nodded, though I was still disappointed by the awkwardness of the situation I was in. I tried to banish those thoughts in a hurry, guilt creeping its way into my heart. I walked quickly to the lunch line, grabbing some napkins, now in a hurry to get back to the isolated cornered table that Jillian and I shared in an attempt to escape the stares of everyone.

And as I rushed back, I collided into something hard.

I let out a yelp of pain as I landed on the floor. I winced when I saw a tray of food fall as well.

Great, Diana.

I stood up, trying to keep my balance as I looked at what I'd crashed into, but…

He was gorgeous.

He had this black-brown hair that was thick and lustrous, contrasting with his snowy complexion. He had a defined, sharp jawline, almond-shaped eyes, and plump, cherry lips. He wore a small, fitted white t-shirt and black jeans.

Of course, I, being the silly teenager I was, practically salivated. My imagination began to go into overdrive in the blink of an eye. I immediately figured he would help me up and say that cheesy "I should've watched where I was going." line. I imagined afterwards, he would walk me to class and we would discover we had the rest of the day together. We would eventually fall in love and get married and have 30 children…

But he picked up his tray, and he dumped it on me.

Milk, bits of crumbled bread, and juicy fruit was poured on my head. I closed my mouth just in time to prevent it from going into my mouth. The sudden hotness of spaghetti caused me to shriek, and I stood up immediately.

"You could've burned me!" I screamed, waving my hands in harsh motions. I walked closer to him, jabbing a finger violently on his chest. I jerked my chin up and stared him in the eye, demanding to know what his problem was, but I gasped at his cold, dark eyes, taking a step back.

They were dark and beady and he looked like he didn't give a care in the world about what he had done.

He finally smirked after I refused to look away, backing away from me as he went to Jillian and I's table. I glared at him the whole time, absolutely fuming at his lack of a response. I said nothing when he grabbed my lunch, popping a piece of fruit in his mouth. Now he was eating my lunch? He stared me down the whole time, and he did it so calmly and indifferently that I finally started to wonder where the hell the adults were.


I was with my father on this one.

My dad and I tried to make my mother see reason-the weird boy basically attacked me when the hot spaghetti came along, but Mom still said to stay calm. Of course, that had made us even angrier. She claimed making a scene would make the situation worse.

"You don't know what people are going through," and other passive lines like that made me huff in frustration. I only gave in because I'd gotten tired of arguing…but Dad, thumbs up to him, continued the feud until his face was lobster red.

That's also why Dad refused to go shopping with us today, claiming he wanted to get some cleaning done around our new house, anyway.

I yawned as I walked through the grocery store with my mother, pushing the basket lazily.

"I told you not to stay up so late." My mom warned, shaking her head as she looked over a pack of meat. I shrugged my shoulders, placing my head on the front of the basket's handle.

"It was Friday." I said simply, my second yawn seeming to echo my answer.

"Yeah, yeah." Mom muttered, throwing the raw beef in the basket. "Teens nowadays…"

"Tell me about it." I heard a feminine voice drone. Mom nodded, a small frown plastering her face as she looked at the woman. I finally decided to pick my head up at the woman, and furrowed my brows a bit.

Her hair was up in a tight bun, and she had on a black t-shirt and black slacks, along with black flats. She looked stressed and more than a little unhappy. She had bags under her eyes and shadows along her high cheekbones and sides of her temples. She didn't look dirty…just busy. I stared at the lady curiously until she finally looked over at us, probably sensing our stares.

My mom's tense stature lessened and a warm smile grazed her face.

"I'm Bethany. You have one, too?" Mom said, reaching her hand out to the lady. The woman in question looked at mom's hand with uncertainty, but grasped it, a small smile of her own on her face.

"…Eva. And yes. Mine is a young man, though." She answered, shaking mom's hand. I picked my head up, innocently trying to get the woman's attention.

"That's nice. My daughter Diana is here with me. We just moved here." Mom said, pointing to me. I smiled widely, hoping my pearls were shining proudly. The lady, I forgot her name, returned the smile, and her stiff posture seemed to loosen up.

"Old enough to babysit?" the lady asked casually. I nodded, cracking my knuckles nonchalantly.

"It'd be way better than this fast food joint I plan on going to." I purported, shaking my head at the thought of my father, who has OCD, that claimed that I had to get a job if I wanted extra money since I rarely did chores. It wasn't my fault he got to them before Mom and I did. I once asked to clean the toilet since he was complaining about me being lazy, and he said he didn't trust me to scrub the underside well enough!

The woman made an 'o' with her thin lips. She placed a hand on the handle of her basket casually.

"Ah, my husband is just waiting for Celia's teen years. He's preparing himself emotionally."

My mother chuckled, and the lady joined her in quiet laughter. I thought it was amusing, but not enough to make me laugh-must've been something an adult would find funnier.

"You know…" she started, going deep into thought. She glanced at Mom before turning her gaze back to me. "I really need a babysitter for my six-year old. I've been thinking about it for a while, since Kevin gets very busy with school…so he can't watch Celi."

Me? Babysit?

Mom grinned at the lady. I shuffled a bit uncertainly. I didn't know the lady was actually interested in a babysitter earlier. I'd never, ever babysat someone before. I plastered a grin on my face, anyway. I needed the money-if I didn't like the sound of it I could just turn down the unexpected offer.

"Really?" I inquired, curiosity taking over.

"Fifteen bucks an hour… I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have just asked so-"

"It sounds like a nice offer." I interrupted, eyes brightening at the money. And the girl was only six? Yes! The lady nodded, letting out a breath of relief.

"Thank goodness. I've been so worried, leaving her with Kevin. I would like to invite you to dinner, if you'd like. We could talk more about details then, and we'd be more than happy to tell you more about the town." She offered, ripping a piece of paper from her purse. Mom seemed okay with it enough, her easy-going nature making that decision almost certain, but she looked at me, her brow raised.

"This is your decision." She mused, watching for my answer. I looked at the woman once more, who shot a quick, encouraging grin my way. I turned back to Mom.

"Sure." I said, agreeing to the lady's job offer. The lady laughed a relieved laugh, and handed my mom the paper she scribbled on. "Here's my phone number, along with the house phone. Dinner will be at 6 tonight."

"Could my husband come, too?"

"Of course!"

"Then we'll be there. How should we dress?"

I listened to the two adults as they conversed about tonight's dinner until I eventually got up to browse some clothes.


I flopped on my bed, my face buried in the covers. I didn't really feel like going out today. I just wanted to spend the day locked up in my room, but I could do dinner.

"Start getting ready, Diana! It's five o'clock, we're gonna be late!" Dad yelled out. I raised my head, cursing at the time I saw on my digital alarm clock. He was right. I slipped on a purple blouse, khaki capris, and blue ballet flats. I quickly threw my hair up in its normal messy bun, and rushed downstairs after brushing my teeth and washing my face.

"I'm decent." I called out, letting my parents know that I was done. It was just a dinner to meet for a babysitting job, but...what if the lady's, Ms. Eva Katchadourian's, son was home? Kevin? "Wait, five more minutes!" I quickly took out my makeup supplies and got to work.

Dad knocked on the beautiful wooden door of my, hopefully, new job. The rush of excitement began to tickle my stomach. What personality did Celia have? What did the inside of the house look like? Curiosity overwhelmed me as the minutes passed.

Dad rang the doorbell.

Minutes passed.

I looked impatiently back at the truck, about to go sit in it, but the door finally opened. Ms. Eva stood there in a simple black dress. She looked much better than she did earlier, I had to say. Her skin was flushed, and her hair was in a cute pixie do. She smiled warmly at us.

"Hi everyone-thank you again for coming!" I smiled brightly and told her it was nothing. This lady didn't seem too bad. I'm pretty sure that my parents refrained from gasping as we took in the large house's beauty.

I gasped aloud, ignoring the lady's chuckle.

"We just moved in a few months ago." She informed, still looking in slight amusement at our awed looks. I cleared my throat, along with Mom and Dad, when we were discovered.

"Sorry, Mrs. Katchadourian," I said, "it's just that your house is amazing."

She laughed, calling me 'cute'. "Thank you. You can call me Eva- all of you."

"Are you sure?" I asked warily, raising a recently-shaped brow. I never called adults by their first names, at least not without a title in front of it.

"Hello, Morrisons!" I jumped at the sudden male voice that ringed through the hallway.

A man with curly light brown hair with khaki pants and a polo shirt was walking toward us. A little girl with long blonde hair and hazel eyes was in his arms, clad in a beige dress and white bow. She looked adorable. The man put her down, ruffling her hair a bit. Ms. Eva rolled her eyes.

"That is my silly husband, Franklin, and my daughter, Celia."

Mr. Franklin introduced himself, and I mentally took back any thoughts I had of him being as eccentric as Jillian. He was very kind-goofy, but that was fine. I finally glanced at the girl I would be in charge of, smiling softly at her. Celia waved adorably.

I refrained from melting.

"So, you forget me. Not shocking."

I grimaced at the dull voice that echoed throughout the house. I frowned slightly, but wondered who it was. Probably Ms. Eva's son. I heard some feet stomping down the stairs. I moved my eyes lazily to the stairs and my legs turned to jelly when I saw whom it was.

"You." We both said simultaneously.

He was smirking at the bottom of the stairs, a cold look in his dark eyes. He was the bastard that had drenched me in food yesterday.

Mr. Franklin saw our interaction, oblivious to the tension between me and his son, and smiled widely.

"Oh! You've met already?" he concluded. I nodded, muttering an 'unfortunately' under my breath. I jumped when Ms. Eva groaned, changing the subject.

"Well, I didn't know you would be joining us. And I told you to change into something nice…"

"Oh, he's a boy, Eva! He'll dress in whatever is comfortable to him." Mr. Franklin said, defending who I now knew was Kevin Katchadourian.

Ms. Eva simply massaged her forehead.

This place was kind of like our house- light and open. I pulled out a chair from the table and sat down, pushing myself in. I smiled at Celia, who decided to sit on my right, and Mom on my left. Kevin was across from me, and Mr. Franklin and Dad were on the ends. Ms. Eva was next to Kevin. I tried my best to avoid looking in Kevin's direction as we began to eat the food that Ms. Eva prepared for us.

"This looks really good, Ms. Eva." I said honestly, looking at the roast in delight. I swear that I saw Kevin's eye twitch…stop looking at him. Weirdo.

"Thank you. So, where did you guys move from, anyway?" she asked. I noticed her kick Kevin from under the table. I tried my best to ignore this and continued to have a pleasant look on my face.

"Err, Alabama, but we mostly lived in Louisiana." I supported. Mr. Franklin gasped, his hand on the table. I laughed at his silliness. I popped another piece of meat in my mouth, listening to Mr. Franklin.

"I've always wanted to visit there- New Orleans, to be exact." he exclaimed. Mom nodded, and Dad was beaming from one ear to the next. We loved our home state-we visited a lot when we had to move to Alabama.

"Oh, it's wonderful there- the music, the parades, and most of all, the food!" Mom informed, her hand moving when she spoke. I saw Kevin looking off to the side, bored. I scoffed quietly at his rudeness. I was surprised Mom hadn't caught on to my behavior.

"Now, Franklin, remember when I told you about my wanting a babysitter?"

I blushed a bit when the attention was turned to me, but enjoyed it, nonetheless. It only took about ten minutes to discuss what we originally had come here for, and once the details were sorted, we returned to having a casual meal.

"This tastes a little like alligator." Dad proposed, rubbing his stomach a bit. I agreed with him wholeheartedly- the seasoning made it taste a little bit similar. Celia decided to join in the conversation.

"Ew!"

We all laughed, except Kevin, at the six-year old's sudden declaration; I was kind of surprised. I hadn't thought she was listening in since she was so quiet. She flushed adorably, probably realizing what she said, and smiled shyly. It reminded me of how I felt about it before I tried it.

Still, chuckling, I decided to try and persuade her to have a different view of the delicious meat. "I know it sounds gross, trust me, but it tastes like-"

"Oh, don't say that, 'tastes like chicken!' crap."

I cringed at the cold voice, and knew that it was Kevin who ruined the joyous mood that floated in the air. Ms. Eva kicked Kevin under the table, her face darkening considerably. She had seemed on edge at first-but as the dinner progressed, she got more and more relaxed. She looked like she took anything Kevin did very seriously.

"I wasn't going to say that, actually, because it tastes nothing like chicken. It tastes like reptile." I snapped as politely as possible, looking into his cold eyes, even though I, embarrassingly enough, was going to tell her the classic analogy.

Everyone laughed at my unintended joke. Except for Kevin, who was glaring menacingly at me. I cursed myself when I instinctively shivered. He smirked, obviously noticing my discomfort.

There was something very, very wrong here.