A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fanfic that I think and hope I will actually finish:]. I did one before but I guess it was just a practice run and I barely even wrote it lol. I decided to start writing again, it gives me a distraction from school and homework and all that crazy stuff…So enjoy. :] Oh and by the way…this is like a filler chapter, the rest of the story hopefully won't be as boring.

Disclaimer: All credit goes to Lisi Harrison-and that continues for the whole story. Oh and The Sound Of Something Secure is by The Morning Of3

The Sound of Something Secure

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Flight 721 from Chicago, Illinois, has made a safe landing at JFK airport in New York City…let's give our pilot a round of applause." A woman's tired voice boomed through the speakers of the airplane.

A fainted round of hollers and claps came from the economy class of the airplane, while first-class remained quiet and anxious to get off.

"Please remain seated until we arrive to our terminal. Thank You." The voice spoke once again.

Massie Block looked outside of her window from her spacey and comfortable first-class seat, and sighed. It was official. Good-bye Chicago. Hello Westchester.

Chicago was her home, and she still couldn't imagine life without being there. Her friends, her now ex boyfriend Dean, her childhood…she left everything behind her when she packed her bags and agreed to live with her family after her father, William's job transfer. She was still thinking about moving back alone and finding a way to survive, but she knew it was no use. Her mother, Kendra Block, would never allow it. She believed families should stick together no matter what. And with that Massie Block's life was about to flip upside down in a town she knew nothing about.

Massie woke up from her thoughts when she realized her parents were halfway out of the plane, and she was still buckled in her seat. She grabbed her Louis Vuitton carry on and hustled out of the plane.

As she waited with her parents by the carousel to retrieve their luggage, she smelled a piece of home. A Venti latte was calling her name from a nearby Starbucks in the airport food court.

"Hey, Dad, I'm just gonna run to Starbucks quickly, the plane's coffee sucked. I'll be right back." She left before she got a reply from him.

As she walked gracefully to the small kiosk, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in a mirror. At the age of 17, Massie was known as one of the hottest girls at East Field High. (Her old school in Chicago) She had glossy brown her with perfect layers all around. She was the perfect height, had a great body, and had a to-die for wardrobe. All the guys loved her, and all the girls envied her. But now with the move, Massie had no idea what people would think of her.

She continued her walk with thoughts of her new school and life running through her mind. She was supposed to attend Westchester High in a few days, and she was scared out of her mind. She wanted people to like her, all she really wanted was her old lif-

BOOM. A searing hot cup of coffee was splashed all over Massie and her new red Marc by Marc Jacobs dress. Massie was so speechless and pissed, that she didn't even look up to see who ruined her dress.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry I didn't see you walki…Uhm..Uhh...Wow.." A boy around the same age as Massie was standing in front of her, an empty Starbucks cup in hand.

Massie looked up, anger in her unique amber eyes. As soon as her eyes made contact with those gorgeous big brown eyes, she softened her gaze.

The boy was a little bit taller than Massie, but not by too much. The perfect height for her actually…and he was hot. It felt weird for Massie to think that another guy was hot when she had just broken up with her boyfriend back home. She knew long distance relationships would never work. But this guy was adorable. He had shaggy blond hair that kissed his eyelashes perfectly. He had muscular arms, and his outfit was well put together, unlike most guys. He was wearing a pair of Diesel jeans, Nike dunks, and a UCLA t-shirt. Massie wondered if he was really in college, or he was just wearing the shirt. Either way, Massie liked what she saw. Just by looking at him made her forget about her dress and the fact that he had just ruined it. How could she look into those eyes and not forgive?

"Uh, No it was my fault. I should've been watching where I was going. Don't worry about it." Massie said calmly.

The boy was looking at her almost as intently as Massie was when she was checking him out before. He soon realized he was being spoken too and quickly looked up.

"Oh well, cool. Are you sure you're okay then? I feel really bad, I ruined your dress. It looked great on you." He smiled a knee weakening smile.

Massie flashed a perfect smile to him. "Thanks." She said as coolly as possible.

"I'm Derrick by the way." He said to her, extending a muscular arm to her.

"Massie…" She said gripping his hand and shaking it.

"DERRICK. I NEED YOUR HELP GETTING THIS BAG OFF THE CAROSEL. HURRY UP SON." An elderly woman's voice came from afar.

He released her hand quickly, looking disappointed.

"COMING MOM!" He shouted behind him.

"Sorry Massie, I Gotta go...um, maybe I'll see you around sometime." He said quickly.

"Yeah, maybe." Massie said and hoped she was right.

He waved his hand gently and sprinted off towards his mom. Massie gathered herself together and walked back towards her parents. Forgetting about her latte and her dress, new thoughts formed in her mind. If the boys here looked like that…maybe living here wasn't going to be too bad.

A/N: So that's it, hope you liked it so far. Remember...it was just the filler chapter :] Reviews?