Hey Everyone! I really hope you enjoy this new story I decided to start putting together! It will be based off of my previous, Something New. If you read that story first, It will make more sense :). The Story will mostly be written in Gracie's Pov, but I probably will switch it up from time to time. Okay here goes, Please enjoy chapter one and let me know what you think!

Have you ever looked around and seen that there seems to be someone for everyone except for you? That's the feeling I feel when I step out my front door.

Yeah, I know I just turned sixteen, and I have my whole life t get a boyfriend and date. The thing is I'm not allowed to date until I'm eighteen, and I feel that is ridiculous. All my girlfriends are allowed to date and they're sixteen.

Even my idiot of a brother, Abel, has a girlfriend. Well, my parents don't know that. If they did, they would probably kill him.

Huh, that's probably not a bad idea to tell them, right?

"Hey kiddo, you're going to be late for school."

I closed my journal and looked at the clock.

Damn. 7:45.

I got off my bed, and moved my book bag onto my shoulder. My mom was by the front door as I made it out of my room.

"Do you need a ride to school?"

I felt kinda bad. As I became closer to my friends at school, I would take the bus instead of getting a ride with her every morning.

"Yeah, sure."

She had a huge smile like my answer had already made her day.

Abel pushed past me, and grabbed his blueberry pop tart out of the toaster, shoving the piece in his mouth.

"Really, Abel? You can't take human bites?", mom said, shaking her head.

"No. Jesse is outside waiting for me," he replied, pieces of pop tart flying out of his mouth.

God, he's so disgusting.

"Okay, go. Love you," my moms opened the door, and he gave her a kiss on the cheek. she rubbed her cheek and looked at her hand. She had crumbs on her face.

"Come on, Gracie."

My family were the only ones who could call me Gracie. If anyone else did, it sounded like I was seven years old.

I got into the passenger side of my mom's mustang, and she started the car.

"where's dad this morning, mom?"

"He had to work two shifts last night. He won't be home till eleven."

My dad. He never complained when he had to pick up more work at his job. Not even once.

"Your school sent me a letter that the art fair is in two weeks. Are you doing it again this year?"

I put my seatbelt on and looked at my mom.

"I don't know. I didn't win last year. Stacey Henderson won."

"Personally, I thought you should have won. You drew this gorgeous picture of a crying child while she drew a picture of a detailed apple. That contest was rigged."

I laughed at my mom's tone. She sounded like she was ready to kick Stacy's ass over this contest that happened over a year ago.

After we beat the downtown traffic, she pulled up in front of my school.

"Have a good day in school, baby."

I unbuckled myself and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks mom."

I readjusted the straps on my denim book bag and walked up the stone steps, meeting my best friend Mandy Rivera.

"Your mom is so hot for a 44 year old mom. She is the definition of a milf."

"You are such a freak, Mandy."

"Takes one to know one," she laughed and nudged me playfully.

"So, Seth Parker asked me out ten minutes ago."

"Seth Parker? Senior Seth Parker?"

"Yes! We are going out Friday. We have to find you a guy so we can double."

"Ha, Mandy. I'm not allowed to date."

"That's bullshit, your brother does. Why does your parents let Abel date and not you?"

"Because they don't know he has a girlfriend," I stated, stepping in front of my locker.

"why don't you pull an Abel, and not tell them?"

"I don't like lying to them about that."

"You're a damn saint, Grace Teller. It's okay if you break a rule now and then. That's what makes us human."

"yeah, I guess."

"Do you mind if I copy your art homework? I didn't do mine."

I unzipped my bag and handed her the worksheet.

"I love you."

"I know."

Art class was the best part of my day. I loved to draw, and the fact I get to start the day off doing just that made me the happiest person alive. Also, Mrs. Roman is the coolest teacher in this school. But unfortunately the class goes by way too fast.

"Okay guys, before the bell rings, I want to give you your homework."

Everyone groaned, but me. She gives the best homework.

" I know, I know. How awful of me to try to get you to use your mind. Sketch a picture of a certain emotion, and the class will have to guess what the emotion is that you are trying to display tomorrow."

The bell rang, and Mrs. Roman stopped me.

"Grace, can you come here for a minute? It won't take long."

I walked over to her desk. Was I in trouble?

"You're not in trouble, I promise. but, I was wondering if you want to take my advanced class during your lunch period. You can bring your food with you. You have incredible talent, and it deserves to be recognized."

I had an ear to ear smile on my face.

"Yeah, absolutely."

"Great, that's so great. The class takes place in room 44B next to the auditorium," she said with a friendly grin.

As I left the classroom, Abel and his girlfriend Michele past by, hand in hand.

"Hey, sis."

I just shook my head and walked the opposite way.

"what's her problem, " Michelle asked, looking at Abel.

"Who the hell knows," he responded, popping his gum.

The rest of the day went relatively well. I was in a surprisingly better mood than usual. I waited for the train with the other one hundred people. I would take the bus, but I can't get a jump start on my homework. You feel every bump, and my hand will be out of control.

The train finally pulled up in front of me after twenty minutes. As soon as the doors opened, I slid my way past and sat down in the closest seat. I lifted my legs up and sat Indian style, and began to take out my homework.

I moved my legs up onto the chair, sitting indian style.

Aidan's Pov

Jesus Christ. How could anyone want to live in the godawful city?

It so fucking cramped and everyone is in a constant rush. I just hated it, and couldn't wait to go back home.

I have to do this. For my dad. To prove I can be the son he expects me to be. Because I know he secretly doubts me.

The train came to an abrupt and screechy halt, making me and a bunch of other people stumble forward.

I planted my feet more securely and grabbed a hold of the silver pole next to me. The man standing in front of me got off at the next stop, giving me a clear view of a girl who was drawing on a huge white piece of paper.

Her legs were up on the seat, not caring if she was taking up more room than she was supposed to. Her light brown curly hair was pulled into a high ponytail, but a few tendrils fell in front of her face. If you stared closely at her. you can see a shade of blonde in her hair. It paired perfectly with her flawless tan skin. She bit her full bottom lip as he erased a mistake she had made on her paper. I really didn't want to admit it. I really didn't. But, she was beautiful. Even when she had a look of determination on her face. She must have felt my gaze on her because she looked over and up in my direction, her light brown eyes burning through me.

Shit.

"Can I help you?", she asked with a slight attitude in her voice.

My Pov

I felt eyes on me for the past twenty minutes. I didn't want to look up. What if this guy was the perv that would just stare at random girls and play with himself while looking at them? Yeah, I know. New York is glamorous.

But, at this point, I didn't care. I just wanted the person to stop staring at me.

"Can I help you?"

Dear god, he is gorgeous.

The guy that was staring at me had light brown hair that was short and spiked up in the front. He was wearing a leather jacket that seemed to big for his frame and dark blue jeans. and he was tall. Well, I'm only 5'4, so everyone seems tall to me. He had to be an easy 6'2.

What was my most favorite thing about him so far? His eyes. Those blue eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

And he has an accent? Just kill me now.

"why were you staring at me?"

"I couldn't help it. You stand out from the rest of the people on this train."

I looked around. Was this beautiful creature really talking to me?"

"Thanks, I guess," I went back to drawing.

I heard footsteps move closer to me. He sat down in the seat across from me.

"How did you learn to draw like that?"

"I taught myself, really."

"It's impressive."

Pleas estop talking to me, please.

"I'm Aidan."

I looked up at him.

"Hi, Aidan."

"And you are?"

"Sorry, I don't know you. You could be some maniac that wants to lure into conversation only to kill me a couple of hours later."

He smiled. Ugh. Was there anything physically wrong with this guy?

"You're funny."

"I'm not that funny."

He stood up, and walked by the door.

"This is my stop. Will I see you around?"

I hope so.

"Probably not. I don't take the train that often."

"That's a shame. Take care, darlin'."

The train stopped and the doors opened. He stepped out and looked back at me, smiling as the train moved away.

Wow.

As I walked through the door, my dad was helping my mom cook dinner.

"Hey dad,", I went over to him and hugged him.

"Hey, baby girl. How was school?"

School was okay. Afterwards was amazing.

"It was fine."

He pulled back and studied my face.

"Why the smile?"

"I'm just happy you're home, dad."

I pulled away, and walked toward my room.

Jax looked at Julia.

"She seem different to you today?"

"Yeah. I have a feeling a boy has something to do with it."