So this is my first chapter of "I Believe We Have Met Before." Okay so AJ is a freshman in High School and Troy is a junior in college which is UCLA. Just a little FYI this is the sequel to "Gina Crawford to Alana Jo Bolton" I hope this story is going to do a lot better than Gina Crawford not that it did badly. Here is Chapter 1!

AJ's POV

As I walked down East High for the first time as a student I felt glad to start off a new year.

"Do you usually stand there and look like a complete idiot?" I heard someone one say behind me. I turned around and there was Abby. She had all of her books in both hands trying not to drop them. She had only grown a few inches but she was still stubborn, ungrateful and well, Abby.

"It's just nice Abby, to take in a whole new year." I said smiling everywhere.

"What's nice is to help a person who is about to drop everything and be named the school klutz." Abby said, hinting me to take her books. I took three of her lightest books and carried them to her locker which was conveniently next to mine. I had Troy's locker when he was a freshman. It even still had a detention slip from his first day as a freshman. He had told me he kept talking in Drama Class.

"So what class do you have next?" Abby asked.

"I have History." I told Abby as I dropped her books on the floor and opened my locker.

"Who's teaching?" Abby asked. The first day we got out schedules we went to each classroom to make sure we knew where our classrooms were. Abby had completely forgotten my schedule and I had hers fully memorized.

"My dad." I sighed. Sure I love my dad but I don't want him teaching me.

"I do too!" Abby said while picking up here books from the floor and stuffing them into her locker. I rolled my eyes. Then I heard bangs.

I turned around and saw kids pushed against there lockers except no one was pushing them. Then I saw the worst people ever. Troy had warned me about them. The Angels. They were the complete opposite of what their names is. They were seniors. While Troy was a senior they were freshmen. Even then Troy was still scared of them.

Unfortunately their lockers were right next to mine.

"Are you the new freshmen?" Their leader asked. Claire.

"Yeah." I said sweetly trying to be their friend and not get crushed. Then Claire got real close to my ear and whispered.

"Watch out." Claire said and walked away. They way she said it scared me the most. I just stood there with my mouth in shock. I turned to Abby. Abby was shaking.

"Let's go to class." I said, calmly. Abby nodded and we went to class.

When we got there my dad was there… and Troy was there too. I ran up to Troy and hugged him. I hadn't seen Troy in three months.

"Okay just because I saw you this morning don't give me hug." Dad said. Remember AJ calls Jack, dad.

"Okay." I said and sat in a seat. Abby sat in a seat next to me.

I studied Troy. His hair was still the same length and color. He had on his UCLA t-shirt, which was gray and his dark blue jeans. Troy saw me looking at him and smiled at me. I smiled back.

"So guess what I am majoring in?" Troy said, smiling. I already knew but he is so proud of what he's doing.

"What?" I said as if I didn't know the answer.

"Basketball, Singing and Acting. At the same time!" Troy said proudly.

"Really?" I asked, pretending to be shocked. Troy rolled his eyes.

"I am so glad to be back!" Abby said, trying to get the attention.

"Really?" I said not believing anything she said.

"No." Abby asked then looked at dad.

"Mr. Bolton, what do we need for this class?" Abby asked looking at her supplies. All she had was an empty binder and a pencil that wasn't sharpened.

"A notebook, a SHARPENED pencil, a binder and paper." Dad said. He walked over us.

"Okay guys I just wanted to say… just because I know you better doesn't mean I have to play favorites. Okay? I am just trying to do my job." Dad said serious.

"Yes sir." Abby and I said together. Dad turned around and started walking towards his desk.

"So does that mean I can cuss, flirt with cute guys and make out?" I asked, jokingly. Dad stopped immediately in his tracks and Troy looked like somebody had just been murdered right in front of him. Abby and I ran out to get our supplies before they could answer.

What do u think? Bad or good? I wanted to update and also I will try to write the next chapter sometime this week because I have no school on Wednesday, Thursday or Friday. GO ME! I seriously have never screamed so loud after the day was over! LOL! REIVEW!