A/N: New story that I decided to write. Hope you guys like it(:

For people who are reading EM, sorry for the wait but I will be updating it soon! Hopefully Lol c(:

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I steady myself as I walk upwards on a hill, holding my equipment tightly, making sure it doesn't escape my grasp. I make it to the top, and sit down for a while, watching the sun slowly rising from the horizon behind the school. I checked my watch and smiled when I realized I still had half an hour before I should start entering my school. Being so high up, gave me a vast view my surroundings. I saw the students' cars entering the parking lot. Some of them getting out of their car and staying outside to talk to a couple of friends. I could see the teachers walking inside the building with a cup of coffee in their hand.

After enjoying my peaceful moment, I got up and walked towards a tree. The only place where there was some sort of coverage and shelter. I unzipped my bag and took out my tripod, setting it up in front of me. I hooked up my camera onto the stand, replacing the lens to get a farther view. I closed my left eye and with my right eye looked through the viewfinder. I rotated the camera to my right and started snapping pictures of everything below.

I started turning my equipment to my left and a blurry image started processing. I backed away from my camera and took it off the tripod. I tried to fix the problem, cleaning the lens, turning it off and back on. Eventually it went back to normal and I proceeded with my picture taking. I was going to place it back on my tripod until something far away caught my eye. I moved a couple feet downwards and zoomed in with my camera. At that sight, I captured the most beautiful scene I've ever perceived.

Her shoulder length brunette curled hair. Her flawless features of her face and her body. Most guys would view her as sexy because of the really short mini skirt attached to her cheerleading uniform but I didn't see her as a piece of meat, instead I saw her as a gorgeous muse. She seemed familiar, she's probably in one of my classes. I kept taking pictures of her, I couldn't let the chance slip away from my fingers. Most of the photographs were side portraits, which made it even more exquisite. The way the shining sun illuminated her face partially, the way she looked down, I was able to capture her with her eyes closed. The picture itself was breathtaking. As if it told a story of a sad girl.

She took out her phone and placed it against her ear, walking away from her car. She looked around for a couple of seconds, assuming she was searching for someone. I sensed her getting annoyed, perfect opportunity for another shot. Then I see a guy with a football varsity jacket wrapping his arm around her. He leaned in and kissed her and took her inside the school building. I sigh and continue to take about five more pictures of anything in sight. I heard the school bell go off, signaling that in ten minutes exactly, class will start. I look down at the LCD display and picked out the pictures I thought were the best. I copied them onto a flash drive, making sure the pictures of the cheerleader were still in my camera and not in the flash drive that's going to get turned in.

I put away all the equipment back into its proper spot in my bag. I made it down the hill, walking towards the school. Before I had the chance to enter inside, my name getting called out causes me to stop and turn around. I face my best friend and smiled. We hugged each other and walked inside together.

"Did you get any good shots over the break?" She asks me and I nodded.

"Yeah actually quite a lot, how about you?" I ask back and she looks into her camera gallery.

"Somewhat. You know you're the better photographer than I am" She responds and I roll my eyes.

"Whatever you say Caitlyn" I reply and she laughs. We opened up our lockers that were next to each other, putting all the equipment away except the camera itself. We walked to our first period class, Photography. We sat in our designated seats that we've had since the beginning of the school year. About a minute later, the second bell rang meaning class was going to start.

"Good morning class, hope you enjoyed your winter break! Now before I forget, drop off your flash drive in the basket so it could be graded" Mrs. Ruiz spoke up, sitting down in front of her camera to give everyone time to copy their photos onto their flash drive. I stood up and released the item inside the basket, heading back to my seat. I noticed Caitlyn looking through my photos in my camera and I quickly snatched it away.

"Ever heard of privacy?" I tell her as I settled the camera on top of my desk. She rolls her eyes but still has a small smile built on her face.

"Please. Privacy doesn't exist between us anymore" She says and I let out a small giggle, realizing how true that statement was. She snatches my camera again and this time I couldn't retrieve it. I start reaching for it, begging her to give it back but she holds it up in the air, far from me.

"Why do you have pictures of Russo on here?" Caitlyn asked and I have a confused expression on my face.

"Who?" I ask and she shows me the picture of the cheerleader from earlier.

"Alex Russo." She continues and everything fell into place. I knew she looked rather familiar. I didn't recognize her because before break she had longer hair and didn't necessarily where her uniform to school unless she had practice. Then again she is the head cheerleader, she probably needs to wear her uniform all the time now.

"Hello?" Caitlyn calls out and I exit my train of thoughts. I took the opportunity to grab my camera out of her hold, catching her off guard.

"I didn't know it was her. Plus I could give it to the yearbook committee" I partially lied and one of her eyebrows rose, not believing a word I said.

"Do you like her?" She asks me with an odd tone in her voice.

"What? I-I don't even know her!" I tell her and she rolls her eyes again.

"You have her for Biology and we're all in English Literature together. She's not that much of a stranger" Caitlyn bluntly states. I let out an annoyed sigh as I sit back down in my seat.

"Whatever. Wait, do you like her?" I ask carefully, still confused at her sudden interest in the topic. She gives me a shocked expression.

"Are you serious? That's hilarious. Of course not! I'm not attracted to cheer-bitches." Caitlyn simply replies and I just shrug, dropping the subject.

I've known Caitlyn since 6th grade, and she's always been my best friend. She's openly bisexual, and sometimes gets crap from the cheerleaders and the jocks because of it. In every way possible she will try to stay away from them but even when she can't she always stands up to them. She gets in trouble a lot for fighting, I guess you can call her a tough girl. However, I am very closed off. I like to keep things to myself and just try to break away from the drama. I'm gay but not a lot of people know. I'm not in the closet it's just no one has really cared enough to ask. My parents always knew I was never attracted to guys, so it wasn't much of a surprise when I told them just last year.

I open up my notebook and stare up front towards the teacher, fully prepared to take notes.

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"I guess I'll see you at lunch?" Caitlyn suggests and I nod, while picking up my books, and putting my camera in my bag.

"Yeah, just save me a seat" I respond and she nods. We kiss each other's cheek goodbye and start walking to our next subject. I quickly went back to my locker to store away my camera and grab my science book.

I rushed to my class and made it inside barely before the late bell rang. I sat in my seat and threw my textbook in front of me. The teacher was about to start speaking until the classroom door opened up.

"Ms. Russo you're late!" The teacher called out as the cheerleader rolled her eyes and turned around to give a kiss to her boyfriend who was in the hallway. I tried to hold back the small disgust in my mouth as I witnessed the quarterback's tongue in her mouth.

"That's enough! Sit down Alex!" Mr. Smith yelled out and she finally pulled away entering the classroom while her boyfriend went to his own course. She started walking to the back of the room to sit down but Mr. Smith called out her name again. She lets out a grunt and faces him with her hand on her hip.

"We are starting the second semester and by no chance will you be sitting back there again. From now on, you will be sitting next to…" He starts off and then looks around to see where to place her. I bury my head in my textbook and started praying she wasn't going to sit next to me. But then internally sighed when I heard my name getting called out. I look up at him and he gives me a stern expression.

"I'm sorry Ms. Torres but sadly Alex Russo will be your partner for the rest of the year." He tells me and I simply nod, trying to hide my real reaction.

"Ms. Russo, now! Take a seat" He yells out again and she breathes out heavily, flicking him off from behind causing everyone around to laugh. She then situated herself next to me and slammed her book onto the table, obviously upset about the new arrangement, as was I. We both stayed silent, she was doing something in her notebook, most likely not taking notes.

"Alright class, this is a new semester which means we're starting it off with a project." He says and everybody sighs loudly.

"Calm down everyone, this will be a partner project so you wouldn't have to do it alone" At that, some kids cheered and started calling out their friend's name to be their partner, a couple calling out Alex's name, then Mr. Smith stopped them.

"Your partners are already assigned. They will be the person sitting next to you" Great. Just perfect. I could sense the rolling of her eyes coming from the brunette.

"So for the rest of the time being, you and your partner will start discussing the project together. I am passing out the requirements and what the project will be based on. Good luck. Oh and it's thirty-five percent of your grade, so don't think if you don't do it that it won't matter. You have two weeks till it's due." He finished off while handing all of us the rubric for the assignment. I didn't even bother to turn around and face Alex, already knowing she's not going to do anything for the project. Unexpectedly, she sets down her pencil and faces me.

"My place or yours?" She blurts out.

"Huh?" I ask bewildered.

"The project, do you want to start it at my place or yours?" She restates after rolling her eyes. I tilt my head and look at her oddly, she eventually noticed after I didn't respond to her question.

"What?" She asked and I shake my head, looking away from her.

"I just assumed that you'd make me do it all by myself" I say truthfully and she shrugs her shoulders.

"Yeah, well Mr. Smith's been on my ass lately so I can't risk it." She simply says and I nod, understanding her situation.

"So are you going to answer me?" She lets out.

"Oh, um yeah. My place." I tell her and she nods, extending her hand out. I look down at her hand clearly confused.

"Phone" She says sternly, looking at me like I'm an idiot, which is apparently true. I quickly take out my phone from my back pocket and hand it to her.

"Nice phone" She says and I give her a small smile, feeling a little nervous at our small meaningless conversation. She hands me back my phone.

"Text me your address and I'll come by tonight. The sooner we get that project done, the better." She says and right there the bell rang. She stood up and waved goodbye.

"See you tonight …?" She starts off and internally I sigh.

"Mitchie." I advise her and she nods.

"Right. Well peace" She says as she exits the classroom.

I look down at my screen and saw a new contact added, it was under the name 'Head Bitch'. I giggled at the name, typical, and tucked my phone back into my pocket, getting out of my seat.

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A few cheerleaders start walking near me. They were all talking to each other, not really watching their steps. They bumped into the trashcan, letting go of their trays, causing pieces of their food to land onto the table I was seated at. They laugh and shrug their shoulders.

"Oops" A brown haired cheerleader with blonde highlights said, walking away, leaving the mess.

"I freaking hate cheerleaders bro" Caitlyn says while eating her pizza. I take a sip of my water and wiped off the food near us, looking back at her.

"I guess. But they're not all so bad" I say and she gives me an 'are you serious' look.

"Yeah? Talking about a specific cheerleader? More specifically THE head cheerleader?" She teases and I roll my eyes.

"Give it a rest Cait." I simply said, taking a quick glance at Alex who's sitting at the other side of the cafeteria. She's laughing along with her teammates while snuggling close to her boyfriend's body. Completely oblivious to the fact that his eyes are just staring down the opening of her tight shirt. She comes in contact with me and we lock eyes for a couple of seconds. Her expression is unreadable, but she quickly faces away as her boyfriend's mouth comes in contact with her neck.

"Whatever you say. So you want to come over tonight?" Caitlyn asks and I shake my head.

"Can't. We have to start on our science project" I reply and she takes another bite of her pizza.

"We?" She questions.

"Yeah Alex and I" I respond and she smirks again.

"Ah, the queen bitch. Well don't enjoy it too much" Caitlyn says and I shrug my shoulders, finishing off my water bottle.

"Doubt that I will" I whisper mostly to myself as I got up and threw away my tray.


Should I continue it? Please review(:


I wanted to do a sort of casual, relaxing story.

Normally my stories are very dramatic, I'm not saying that this isn't, it's just isn't as dramatic as the others.

If you're reading EM then I did mention I was going to post a new story, however intentionally this wasn't the one I had in mind. I'm posting this one before the other new story because the other one is extremely dramatic, consisting of slight mature content. So before I embark you in a very intensified journey, I wanted to first give you a somewhat happy story (this one).

It's loosely based off of the movie Love Don't Cost A Thing.