A.N. :Hey I was just bored and you see I kinda run on a nocturnal system thingy it's weird like right now this (1:22am) is morning for me, it bugs my friends a bunch now i'm rambling, but now to the point i got bored and was hit with this idea i thought it was pretty cool, so please read and review :)

Disclaimer: Don't own DP and never will.

chapter 1

I woke up to the violent beeping of my phone, my phone, where is it, as I lifted my head a fraction there was a sharp piercing pain in my neck, then I noticed I had fallen asleep on my desk, nice Chloe, then the second thing I had noticed was that I had drooled all over my trig homework I had been struggling with last night, which was Friday, yeah sounds stupid doing your trig on a Friday when you're seventeen and supposed to be out having fun, not chained to a desk slaving over the morbid task of something so treturous as trigonometry.

It all started about two weeks ago when my teacher had called me up to her desk. An old feral looking woman, she had told me I was about five percent away from an F and that's why I'm trying so desperately to do well, by declining my best friends Beth, Mila and Kari's offer to go watch a couple movies out late and sleepover at Beth's cause her parents were out of town.

After my disoriented sleepy mind cleared up a bit I remembered my phone had been buzzing so I peer over my table till I find my phone half covered by one of the numerous trig papers scattering my desk. It was a text from Mila.

Hey, haven't heard from my ray of sunshine all day long, u ok? -M 01/5/14 3:47pm

Jeez, I must've stayed up really late last night. I texted Mila back said I was fine just busy, I did not want worry her, cause she's just one of those friends who insist on helping with your problems; and that's what I love about her she's such an amazing caring person, so being the amazing caring person she is, she will insist on tutoring me in trig since she's getting and high A in that class, but no matter what I know it just won't stick, no matter how many times she'd explain it, so I did not want to waste her time.

My stomach started to grumble so I went downstairs to start up some coffee and guess what, there was none. Well that's unfortunate. So I grabbed an apple that would definitely not help with the hunger, so I took a pen and walked over to the fridge and scrawled down coffee on the shopping list for Annette our maid/nanny.

Ever since Mum died Dad's been working non stop, and his work required travel, so I would be home alone all the time so he hired a maid, at first we used to move a lot because that's what my Dad's job required, so that meant I had a succession of nannies, and since we moved here, Dad promised to let me stay till I graduated which'll be pretty soon, just one one more year, after this one.

I finished up my apple and discarded the core into a mini compost bin by the sink, and jogged upstairs, and went to the washroom.

When I was in I closed the door behind me and looked into the mirror, for a seventeen-year-old I looked thirteen, with my big blue eyes that people seem to like a lot, personally I think they're way too big, my softly upturned nose to my baby pink lips and wispy strawberry blonde hair, I really do look way too young and It doesn't help that when I go to watch a movie I'm always asked for proof of identification, where as people take one look at my friends and wave them by. I brushed my teeth and took care of of my other personal hygiene needs and got out of the bathroom and back in to my room and walked towards the dresser to go grab some clothes. I grabbed a grey abercrombie jumper and black leggings and slipped them on and went downstairs deciding I'll just go eat breakfast? out.

I raced down the stairs and grabbed my car keys and chunky combat boots which had about an inch of heel which brought me to a whooping 5'2" put them on and got in the car and tore out of the driveway and was soon on my way to my favourite coffee shop, which also happened to be the place where one of my best friends Nate works.

Within five or so minutes I was there parked and walking inside when I noticed a man yelling into his cellphone about, " Finding the right girl." Jeez. I walked right by that catastrophe and to the counter and waved at Nate who was juggling a bunch of plates with food piled high on them, I walked over and grabbed two out of the four he was struggling with, and he gave me a lazy grin of relief, "Thanks Chloe" said Nate in a sheepish voice, "D-don't worry b-bout it."

My stutter was there as usual, I've tried everything to get rid of it but nothing seemed to work I was just born with it.

"Comon, follow me." Nate said while leading me to the tables where we should be putting the food on.

Once we did that I sat at a bar stool close to the cash register. "Hey, Nate? D-do you th-think I could get a c-cup of c-coff-ee?" I yelled softly over at Nate, who gave me a devilish grin which lit up his whole pale freckled face, and said, "Anything for you, Clover" I slightly blushed at the cheesy nickname and said thanks.

He turned around and started preparing my usual favourite, a caramel latte. I noticed with the bright sunlight that was streaming through the huge windows that stretched from the the ceiling to the floor Nate's hair it looked like fire, it was seriously red.

All of a sudden I was brought out of my observation when the man who was yelling over the phone had tapped me on the shoulder, smiled and stuck out his hand, "Hi, my name is Simon Bae." The famous talent scout. He didn't need to say that part and I guess he knew that too because of the look on my face.