Chapter One

Easy Walsh had really not been looking forward to going to Waverly. His whole family had gone to the school (so he already had to deal with pain in the ass teachers who were expecting him to be "special" since he was a legacy) and now fourteen year old Easy was mandatory going as well. His driver Henry was nearly at the school and Easy could not stop thinking about how much he didn't want to be where he was when he looked out the window- and saw the girls. Oh yeah, his brothers had mentioned how all the Waverly girls were a new definition of haaaaawt. And they were! Especially the blonde girl in the flouncey pink skirt that was walking past the car right at that moment…

Henry parked the car and scoffed when Easy walked right past him, not even offering to help unload the bags. No, he was walking right up to a girl, leaving Henry to get the bags to Easy's room. He had to ask for a raise.

"Do you have your inhaler?"

"Yes, mom."

"And your vitamins?"

"Yes, mom."

"And your-"

"Yes, mom!"

Callie Vernon was ready to kill her mother. They'd been at Waverly for fifteen minutes and her mom, Charlotte Vernon, would not stop with her mile long check list.

"Darling," said Callie's dad, David. "Callie's going to be fine, I checked up on the school nurse, she went to Colombia and Brown."

Charlotte Vernon took a very deep breath turned to her daughter. She'd been a little cautious about sending Callie to a boarding school, all the way in New York. Callie had a tendency to be a bit of a wild child. And since Charlotte was now the governor of Georgia, having a partier for a daughter was not acceptable. Callie was scrutinizing her nails as Charlotte walked over to her.

"Well," Charlotte started. "Our plane leaves in an hour so we'd better be going."

Callie smiled that, "when the hell are you going to leave" smile.

"So, be polite, don't forget to call home every so often, and don't dance on tables."

Charlotte gave Callie two quick air kisses, David gave Callie a quick hug- and then they were finally, finally gone! Callie practically screamed for joy, she was so happy. And then she turned around- and remembered that she had a whopping eight pieces of Louis Vuitton luggage. Shit. Five of the morbidly obese bags were strapped tight to the luggage carrier. But the other three were just sitting there. Callie grabbed the handle of the luggage carrier- which felt like it weighed two tons- she wound her belt around the handles of the other three- and when she tried to move nothing happened. Double shit! If she left the three straggler bags and took the carrier up first, that would take at least fifteen minutes, considering the crowd and how long it would take her to find her room. And by the time she got back, her three other bags would have been pushed and shoved to who knows where by the crowd. Shit, shit, shit…

"Need a hand?"

Callie twirled around- and actually blinked a few times, trying to register how outrageously gorgeous the boy in front of her was. He had dark brown hair that looked almost black and the most jaw droopingly intoxicating blue eyes that she had ever seen.

"Uh, sure, sure that would be great, I mean they weigh like a hundred pounds each, (considering how much the boy looked like a Matthew Mcconaughey mini, only much, much hotter, carrying a few suitcases didn't appear to be very hard for him to do) oh and I'm Callie, Callie Vernon."

He smiled at her (he really had the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen) and shook her hand, before grabbing the belt that was wrapped around the handle of three suitcases.

"I'm Easy Walsh. Where you from?"

"Atlanta. You?"

"Lexington." Easy chuckled. "You glad to be at boarding school?"

Callie laughed. "Definitely. My mom, she's the governor of Georgia… and getting away from the definition of old school America is without a doubt the best vacation I could ask for, even if it involves cramped rooms and gross buffet style food."

Easy laughed a big, deep laugh. This girl was funny. And hot. And laid back. And really hot. Twenty four hours ago, Easy had been really, really dreading coming to Waverly. But as he glanced at Callie, in all her flouncey skirt, long strawberry blonde hair hotness, he thought that maybe, Waverly might not be so bad after all.

"You have got to be kidding me."

Tinsley Carmichael, native of Pasadena, California, had just arrived at her dorm room in Dumbarton. And her flawless skin was looking terribly blotchy as she disgustingly gazed around the much, much too small room. She was supposed to share this closet with… the paper she'd gotten in the mail said her roommates were Callie Vernon and Brett Messerschmidt. Well. Tinsley's bed room back home had been about ten times as big as the closet she'd now been forced into. And now she had to live in a hole with not one, but two other girls?! Everyone else only had one roommate. And she had to live with two in a frieken hole?! She'd thought that this school was supposed to be, oh… smart! Tinsley had been looking forward to boarding school, she really had. But she did not want to start it out like this.

"Are you Tinsley?"

Tinsley twirled around and found herself face to face with one of her two roomies.

"Yeah. Are you Callie or-"

"I'm Callie. It's nice to met you."

Callie and Tinsley shook hands, smiling- and studying each other. From Callie's point of view, Tinsley seemed like a descent enough roommate. Not the mousy, tries to hard kind, aka, a teacher's definition of "a good kid." No, Tinsley definitely appeared to be very sure of herself.

As Tinsley watched Callie and the majorly hot boy with her, get her bags into the room, she wondered briefly if this was going to be a hit or miss pairing. And when Callie raised her eye brows at the wallpaper Tinsley knew that she wasn't going to have any problems. Yes, the wall paper was hideous, it had been the first thing that Tinsley had realized. And the fact that Callie found it equally disgusting proved to her that she was going to get along with Callie just fine. And this boy… was he her boyfriend or not? Because if he was, then that was like, fine, Tinsley just felt an annoying twinge of major jealously- but if he wasn't she'd certainly like to know so, like now.

"I'm Easy." he said, reaching out to shake her hand.

Oh, he definitely wasn't her boyfriend. She'd seen him glance at Callie, with a sort of misty look in his eyes… but the way they talked to each other was that sort of light hearted "just met and getting to know you" kind of tone. Good. Because Easy was so… hot wasn't even a big enough word- out of this world gorgeous- that she definitely wanted to get her hands on him.

"Finally!" Callie yelled, unsnapping the strap that was holding together her luggage on the carrier. "It's all out."

Easy laughed and started stepping towards the door, and Tinsley noticed, with a much bigger then before twinge of jealousy, that Easy eyes were frieken glued to Callie. "I gotta get my stuff taken care off, it's probably sprawled across the whole room. I'll see you guys later." He smiled at Callie one last time, Tinsley saw Callie's face flush ever so lightly and then he was gone. Callie collapsed onto her bed, dying in giggles.

"I love this school!" she squealed.

Tinsley just laughed, almost feeling a little sorry for Callie. She had to have Easy, she just had to. And once she had him, she didn't plan on giving him up.

"Are you Brett?" Callie said suddenly.

Tinsley turned around and saw a bright red haired girl- Brett apparently- setting her Gucci bag down on her bed and looking around the room.

"Yeah." Brett said, in response to Callie. "And you guys are-"

"I'm Callie."

"I'm Tinsley."

Brett nodded, shaking hands with both of them.

Brett Messerschmidt would not say that "trilled" was the word she'd use for how she felt about going to boarding school. More like ecstatic in it's truest form. Brett was from dumb ass Rumson, New Jersey- no one was going to know that however- and the idea of going to uber classy boarding school gave a new definition to "sign me up pronto!"

"So where are you guys from?" Callie asked them.

"Pasadena." Tinsley said.

"South Hampton." Brett said promptly. You couldn't get much more sophisticated then the Hamptons and if anyone found out that she was from their polar opposite- god, she'd just die. "Where are you from, Callie?" she asked her.

"Atlanta." Callie scoffed. "So I don't think I have to say how much of a godsend this place is."

Tinsley laughed, sitting down next to Callie and Brett forced out a laugh. Callie thought that she'd been sent a godsend? Sure.

"Well anyway," Brett said, grabbing her desk chair and sitting down in it in front of the other two. "Am I the only one who feels like I've died and gone to a heaven full of Brad's and Orlando's?"

"Oh my god, no!"

"This guy Easy helped me get my bags up here, he is so hot-"

They were going to be just fine.

When Brandon Buchanan found his room, he nearly believed he was stuck in a nightmare. A tall, blond boy, who apparently was Heath Ferro, since that was what the paper he'd gotten in the mail said- was sprawled across his bed and his mountain of crap was already taking up half the room. Perfect! Brandon was a bit of a neat freak so the idea of being paired with a slob was more then a little excruciating.

"Hey!" Heath said, as Brandon set his bags down on his bed. "Are you Brandon?"

"Yeah," he said. "Are you Heath?"

"Yeah." Heath's eyes wandered to Brandon's perfectly packed bags and he saw Heath raise his eye brows ever so slightly. This could not be happening…

"So where you from?" Brandon asked him, trying to make an effort to get to know this terribly flawed boy.

"Florida." Heath said. "And I've been freezing my ass off since I got here, I don't know how New Yorkers handle it. Where are you from?"

"Connecticut."

"Oh, so you're used to it being this cold! Damn you!"

To say that Brandon had been looking forward to Waverly was more then an understatement. Brandon's mom had died when he was four, his dad had remarried a mega bitch gold-digger (who was hardly ten years older then Brandon) two years ago, and she'd given birth to their twin boys, Zachary and Luke, three months ago. So Brandon was definitely ready to get away! Yeah, his new roommate was his polar opposite in ways that Brandon did not want to begin to imagine. But he didn't seem too bad and more importantly, Brandon was out of suffocating Connecticut. And he'd seen some of the girls as he'd walked around the school, he could definitely get used to Waverly girls.

He had no idea.

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