Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Revenge, I Just Love It

A/N

This story is about Amanda Clarke before she went to Juvy and embarked on her journey of Revenge. She is 16 and living in a foster home when by chance she encounters Daniel Grayson. In a whirlwind of events she ends up going back to the Hampton's with him, where she encounters her childhood friend Jack Porter, Nolan Ross with the truth about her father's innocence, & the powerful Grayson's who had condemned him. Is revenge still sought after? Does her love reside with Daniel or Jack?

The first few chapters will mostly focus on Amanda and Daniel, because they are not in the Hampton's yet. But when she does go back, she'll reunite with Jack Porter, and sparks might fly ^.^, much to Daniel's discontent as his feelings for her might develop ^.^

And then as said in my description, Amanda will eventually run into Nolan Ross who holds the truth about her father, and that's when the real chaos will begin because she'll know the sinful acts the Graysons had committed.

Those of you who are reading my other Revenge fanfiction, "Now I Am Haunted", I haven't abandoned it, the next chapter is in the works...so I know it's been a long while, but I hope there is still interest in it.

Anyway, enjoy this first chapter below, and if you like it, comments are always appreciated =D

Chapter 1: First Encounter

Stepping into the local convenience store, with a confident gait in his walk, Daniel Grayson, scanned the small shop, before cruising down the aisles until he found where the refrigerated drinks were kept.

Reaching for a bottle coke, he could almost hear his mother's contempt in his head, as if she were beside him with a disapproving frown on her face at the empty-calorie drink he insisted on drinking.

Luckily she wasn't though, "Queen Victoria" as they all called her was in the Hamptons, where he lived a rather lavish lifestyle for a boy of only 16.

Right now he was in Connecticut though, on a field trip he had taken with his football team, to compete in a tournament against other fancy private schools, much like the one he attended in New York.

As the shopkeeper quickly processed his item, out of the corner of his eye Daniel caught sight of a girl, who looked to be about his age. A girl with long jet black hair, who had subtly slipped something into her sweater pocket, before swiftly exiting out of the store.

Daniel frowned, feeling a bout of disdain wash over him, at the shameful act he'd witnessed, and after paying for his drink, he couldn't help but run out of the store and after that girl to tell her so himself.

For a teenage boy coming from the Hampton's, a boy raised by two parents with corrupted morals, and secrets soaked in sin, Daniel had a strong sense of what was right and what was wrong, some would argue, a naive sense...and stealing did just not sit well with him.

Turning around to face the stranger who had ran up behind her, she looked at him with an unfriendly gaze in her eyes,hoping her bristly disposition would send him a message.

He was very handsome, something even she could notice… he was tall, well built, and he had chocolaty brown eyes, and thick dark brown hair. Unlike most girls though, he didn't faze her, her description was simply an observation, true to the eye, but not to her teenage hormones...or worse to a petty teenage heart, like most 16 year old girls her age had. She wasn't like them though, she didn't lust over handsome guys or fret over how to gain their attention, and though she found their actions annoying and contemptuous, a part of her wished she could be like that...a part of her wished she could hold a normal teenage life.

But she couldn't, her past...no her father's treacherous actions had condemned her, his so called "loving" daughter to the hellish present she lived in now, and the poor future she knew she had to look forward to. For that alone, she'd always hate him.

"What?" she replied irritably, annoyed by the interruption, as she stared at the stranger in front of her.

"I'm just wondering" Daniel replied, not quite matching her unfriendly tone, though trying too, as his gaze shifted from her eyes to the pocket, where the stolen item was hidden, "Would it have hurt to have paid?"

He watched the expression on her face, hoping to see shame or regret, or something to show she was sorry, but all he saw was disdain, as she muttered, "I hate self-righteous people...they don't know a thing".

"You don't have to be self-righteous to know that stealing is wrong", Daniel retorted, put off by her attitude.

The girl folded her arms over her chest, her lips curling up into a little smirk, as if she were amused by his naive view, before she harshly said, "That's easy for rich people to say, your whole life, you've probably had everything spoon-fed to you from a silver platter. You probably never had to work or ask for anything...and yet I bet you still find reason to complain about your picture perfect life, don't you?"

Daniel bristled at her comment, it striking a familiar nerve with him, but before he could reject what she had said, she had continued on with her next sentence. The expression behind her eyes having changed to something more vulnerable, something sad, "Not everyone has such an easy life you know, so I'm sorry if my values are a little more gray than your own"

Daniel shook his head slowly, "I have grown up rich" he admitted, affirming what she had so easily guessed from his appearance, "but you can't just assume that all rich people have it easy, that's just not fair. Having money doesn't necessarily mean that...having money doesn't equate to having happiness."

"Whatever" the girl muttered, feeling suddenly exhausted from the conversation she had never even asked for, "I don't even care" she added as she turned her back to him and began to walk away.

Daniel frowned at her as he watched her turn the corner, wondering what kind of life she'd had to have adopted the view she did... He could only guess not an easy one.

Second Encounter

It was around the early evening, just before the sun was starting to set, when he had spotted her again. This time with a group of his football buddies, who to his irritation, were even more loud and obnoxious than usual being buzzed from the beer they'd just downed. At 16, they of course were underage, but slip the shopkeeper an extra $50 dollars, and of course, he'd let you buy a pack of beer, he'd open them for you too.

It was one of the guys that had noticed her, he'd laughed and said, "I'm glad girls don't look like that in the Hampton's"

Daniel had frowned in irritation, he hated when they'd make comments like that, bashing certain girls and then feeling self-righteous as if their judgement was what made a girl pretty. Countless times, he'd had to have told them to just shut the hell up. It was one of the many reasons why, although he sometimes hung out with them, he could in no way consider them his friends.

As the guys had shifted their gaze to the girl under scrutiny, Daniel had taken a quick look too, surprised to see it was the girl he had talked to on the streets earlier on that day. She was sitting on the bench alone, with earphones in her ear, and a notebook and pen in her hands. It looked as though she was writing something, he could only wonder what.

"Look like what?" another one of the guys had asked as he stared at her from afar, "She doesn't look bad, she's got a slender body at least"

She didn't look bad at all Daniel couldn't help but think, when he had approached her on the street earlier and she'd turned to face him, he had noticed that she'd had striking brown eyes, and a really pretty face. It was like her face was hidden behind the long black hair she hid behind though. It didn't suit her, and he was almost certain that it wasn't her natural hair colour. She was probably a blonde, or a very light brown. The guys were idiots, quick to deem her as unpretty though, because instead of wavy summer dresses which showed off bare long legs, or tight tops which accentuated the breasts, instead, she wore dark skinny jeans, and a simple black sweater.

"Well after, you're whale of an ex-girlfriend, I'm not surprised that's all you're looking for in a girl" was the next comment causing an eruption of laughter.

"It's her hair, it makes her look like all emo or something, and her clothes do not help one bit either" another commented, causing murmurs of agreeance.

"You just want to ogle what's under her black sweater" another guy teased.

"Haha, if she has anything to offer"

"Maybe you should go ask her then, I heard emo girls are easy to get once you start talking about bdsm and shit."

"Maybe I will then" said a guy who loved a good dare all too much, as he began to walk closer towards her, pumped on by his friends amused looks. He would do it too, unbothered by how his actions might be wrong, if he could get a good laugh out of it.

"I wish you'd stop being an idiot", Daniel said sharply, as he grabbed him by the arm, stopping his advance, the guy glared back at Daniel, shaking his arm out of his grip, "Just having a bit of fun, Grayson" he responded, getting murmurs of agreement from the rest of the guys.

"No, you guys, are being crass and acting like idiots" Daniel replied, disdain clear in his voice, as he began to walk away from them all, "Now lets go, Coach is expecting us back for practice in 15 minutes!"

He had ruined their fun, but they followed him anyway, quickly running up behind him, he was a Grayson, and it was best not to fight with the entitled heir.

Third Encounter

Slipping his rather expensive leather bound journal underneath his arm, Daniel Grayson grabbed his jacket, and quietly crept out of his hotel room, stepping into the elevator to get to the first floor where the front entrance was.

It was almost 12:00am, and he had a game the next morning but he just couldn't sleep. He didn't know why, it wasn't as though it was nerves or anything. But as he'd laid there in the bed, he'd found his mind wandering to thoughts about the girl he'd encountered twice that day, her words especially imprinted in his mind, "Not everyone has such an easy life you know, so I'm sorry if my values are a little more gray than your own".

For some reason, her words had sparked intrigue in him, a feeling that made him want to write. So he had grabbed his poetry journal, and the fountain pen his younger sister Charlotte, had bought him for his last birthday and he had wandered outside. It was always outside where he wrote his best stuff.

As the cool nighttime breeze, swept past him, he slipped on his jacket and began to walk towards a place he knew would be perfect to write. It was where the girl had been writing in her journal, when the guys from his football team had spotted her. The bench she was sitting at had been overlooking a lake, which was quite a nice view, but more importantly, it was right beside a lamppost, which he obviously needed if he were to be writing in the middle of the night.

As he approached the bench from behind, he spotted a figure sitting on the end of it, and he nearly turned around, wanting to find a place where he was alone, but as he took a step closer he realized it was the same girl he'd been encountering, the one with the long black hair, and the sad, angry look behind her eyes.

Not wanting to startle her, he slowly walked around the bench and sat down at the other end of it, turning his head to face hers as she looked up at him in complete surprise, recognizing him from this afternoon.

"What are you doing here" she murmured bitterly, narrowing her eyes at him suspiciously, as if he'd known she'd be here all along.

Daniel held up his journal, "I wanted to write" he replied almost sheepishly, realizing how foolish that probably sounded considering the time it was at night. But then again she was there too.

Something didn't seem right about that though, not many teenage girls stayed out till midnight alone on some bench, even if it was for creative purposes, and what about parents? Not many would allow that, it wasn't exactly the safest place to be out alone in, especially as a girl.

"I saw you here earlier" Daniel admitted, "with what looked like your journal or something. I don't really know this place, but I like writing outside and I remembered this place had a lamppost."

"You don't strike me as one passionate about writing" the girl said aloofly.

Daniel shrugged his shoulders, that's why he hadn't told many people, it didn't so much fit his Hampton's rich boy image, "Well, neither do you" he replied pointedly, "and it's the poetry part of writing that I'm interested in, not so much the 6 page essays they make us write in English Class"

"Those are tediously brutal" he added with an exaggerated tone to his voice, as he rolled his eyes to further emphasize his dislike for those.

The girl's lips couldn't help but crack into the smallest of smiles, knowing all too well, what English Class essays were like. But as soon as it had flashed across her face it was gone...still Daniel had caught a glimpse of it and he couldn't help but feel a small sense of accomplishment, knowing that he'd put it on her face.

"You're wrong" the girl murmured, her voice sounding slightly less standoffish, as she looked into his brown eyes.

"About what?" Daniel asked intrigued, his brow furrowing in slight confusion, as she held up what he had assumed to be her journal, "This is a sketchbook, not a journal...I don't write, I draw"

"Oh" Daniel murmured, his lips curling up into a friendly smile, as he chuckled lightly, "You do look more like an artist than a writer"

Unsure of what that meant, the girl instinctively frowned at him, but noticing he quickly assured her that it was a compliment, to which she only shook her head at slightly unamused.

"What do you draw then?" he asked casually, finding himself wanting to know more about this particular girl.

"I don't know" she replied detachedly, looking as though she didn't want to divulge any more information to him, as she stood up from the bench gathering her things. He could almost sense it, her already beginning to pull away, even though the conversation between the two of them had only just started. For some reason it make him feel kind of disappointed, "Whatever I feel like, I guess...sceneries are always nice" she slowly added.

Standing up from the bench himself as she began to walk away, he couldn't help but say, "You don't have to leave so soon, you know", Feeling almost guilty as though he'd pushed her away himself, "There's room on this bench for the both of us...and if you don't want to talk I'll be quiet"

The girl sighed, as she stopped and turned back to look at him, "This a good place" she admitted, "It's even better when you're alone" she added slowly though not resentfully since she had been finished there anyway.

Watching her walk away for the second time that day, Daniel found himself increasingly intrigued by her.

He should have gotten her name, he thought.