AN: I thought of this idea and because I felt like writing, I decided to write it. I hope that I can start updating my other stories soon.


Being in high school was a dream of mine. Growing up and finally treated like an adult. However, it was not what I had planned. I hate it. I wish it never existed. I am considered an outsider. I just moved to New York for freshman year, which is by far the worst decision my parents have ever made. My dad moved here because he thought that since my mom died, I have been hanging on to her and he wanted to start new…reality? He got married and his "wife" forced us to move into an expensive apartment. One we cannot even pay for, I might add. Good thing she is made from money. I really hate her.

Anyways…Back to my rant about high school. Most of the kids here have their parents pay for them, but I am on scholarship. Being on scholarship in this school means you are poor and poor do not associate with the rich….or else. I found out what the "or else" meant early on this year…the second day in fact. I talked to a girl named Alex Cabot…that was the hugest mistake of all. I found out very quickly that she was the top dog of this school. Her parents literally own this school. Everyone likes her even though she is an ass, but she is beautiful and hot. She is a goddess…I hate her but I also admire her from afar. Sorry, for trailing off…ok now back to our conversation.

It was the second day of school and I decided, stupidly I might add, to talk to her. I was crushing on her. Now, I do know I am attracted to boys, but something about her…I don't know…I never felt this way about another girl before. I wanted to know why I was drawn to her. So after math I walked up to her.

"Hey, I'm Casey. I am new here." I smiled at her politely. Holding my books to my chest.

She stares at me, grabs a huge binder from her backpack, and turns a bunch of pages. "What did you say your last name was?" She asked looking through the book.

I started to notice that there were people in the book. There were students from this school. She was flipping so fast I could not read what each page had read.

With impatience, she asked again and glared at me. "Whats. Your. Last. Name?" She asked with too much emphasis. I was taken aback and a little scared.

"Uhm Novak…" I shakily responded.

"Novak, Novak, Novak….found you." She smiled at the page. "Wow…this really sucks Novak. You are really hot…but you are on scholarship…" She stared at the page.

"Thanks, but what's wrong with being on scholarship?" I asked her. I wish I never asked.

She smiled slyly, shut the book, and walked towards me. "Meet me at the west wing bathroom after school." She smiled and walked out of the room meeting up with her friends.

I went through the whole day super happy. I was so glad I made at least one friend and she thinks I am hot. I really hope I did not blush.

Once my last period let out I walked straight there. I entered the bathroom and I saw all her friends and a girl holding her hand.

"Olivia, Kim, Kathy, Sonya, Melinda, this is Novak. She is new here and on scholarship." She smiles slyly again.

Olivia turns to kiss Alex…on the lips. I am confused. I thought she said I was hot... Why did she say that if she had a girlfriend?

"Are you both…um together?" I asked Alex.

Olivia quickly moved away from Alex and pushed me into the wall. She is awfully strong for a girl.

"Do you have a problem with that newbie?" She asked angrily.

In shock, I mumbled no, but she didn't hear me.

"What did you say?!" she brought her face closer to mine.

"No…I said No." I quickly reply.

She lets go of me and before I know it I am getting jumped. Punched left and right by Kim, Kathy, and Sonya. The other three stayed behind and laughed. It felt like eternity. When it was done, I laid on the floor breathless and my bottom lip stung. A couple minutes later, I hear three girls coming in.

"Please…just give me a chance…you can beat me tomorrow." I tell them breathlessly.

They three, kneel and smile. "You were jumped by Alex and her stupid clique…Wish someone would have given you a memo. You should not talk to them. They are bad news." One lends out her hand to me and lifts me up…although I am in so much pain.

The one who lifts me introduces herself. "I am Abbie." I am starting to feel the same way for her as I do for Alex. I can feel that I am starting to blush.

"You are lucky…they didn't get your eye." She smiles brightly. "I am a sophomore. I am captain of journalism. You should join." She smiles brightly.

"And I'm Amanda. Freshman. Look, those girls aren't something to reckon with. I say you just stay away from them." She states in a slight accent.

"And I am Serena. Head cheerleader and on scholarship. I am the first to do it. Also a sophomore. We are all on scholarship and fell victim to Alex and Olivia's torture. Steer clear from the non-scholarship kids…you talk to them and you will get jumped again… this time by all of them…Olivia included." She shivers, "Olivia is vicious."

"Nice to meet you all. I am Casey." I try to smile.

"Well, here's what you need to know. Alex, Olivia, and Kim, are lesbians. The others are straight. Melinda goes with Fin, Kathy goes with Elliot , and Sonya with John. Those guys are all on the football team. Elliot is the captain. Alex and Olivia have a thing….they are on, they are off, Right now they are on. Kim is a whore, plain and simple. Sleeps with every girl she can find. Alex, Melinda, Olivia, and Kathy are all sophomores. Sonya is a junior and Kim is a freshly imported freshman." Abbie smiled. She stares at Serena. "Serena is my girlfriend. Also, Amanda is a single lesbian, but just came from a bad break up." She laughs.

"Oh shut up." Amanda rolls her eyes.

"What are you? Straight? Bi? Lesbian?" Serena asked smiling.

"I haven't figured that out yet…" I begin.

"Oh I see." Serena winks and whispers, "Not ready to come out of the closet yet."

"No…I just-"

"We have to head home. See you around Casey." Abbie says as she walks away hand in hand with Serena.

"I do know what you are going through…and the jump thing…well there is no point of reporting it…Alexandra Cabot's parents own this school. I'll catch ya later." She smiles.

That same day I went home and cried. I rarely cry but I realized that day that I am a confused, helpless person that cannot defend herself, and literally cannot do anything about it.


AN: Like? This is going to be a four-part story, which focuses on Casey's Freshman, Sophmore, Junior, and Senior year. I am stomped on my other stories. However, I will start to update them slowly.