CHAPTER 1:
Prue Halliwell looked across the quad disapprovingly at her youngest sister, Phoebe, who as usual was lying out on the grass, with her 3 main friends, Heather, Chelsea and Libby. Guys as usual surrounded the four girls, even seniors, although they were only in 9th grade. Phoebe, should have been in 8th grade, but like everything else, she had started school early, striding determinedly after her sister, she wasn't particularly good at school or anything like that, she had just gone into Kindergarten a year earlier then she should have. Suddenly a hand came up behind Prue and pinched her but, hard. She yelped and turned around only to see the most annoying guy in the senior year, a jock, OK, he wasn't just any old jock; he was the quarterback of Desiree High. "Andy, I know you're slightly brain-dead, but could you try to comprehend the words KEEP YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY ASS" with that a flustered Prue, rushed off, whilst clutching her textbooks to her. Leaving a frowning Andy standing stock still, whilst his fellow jock friends laughed like hyenas around him.
Andy looked across the quad and saw Phoebe, well if I can't have one Halliwell, then I'll just have to settle for another, maybe Prue will even get jealous.
The four girls were busy basking in the attention of many of the cutest boys in their school, when Chelsea and Heather noticed Andy coming towards them. "Don't look now, but Andy is heading our way Libs" Chelsea shrieked, looking towards Libby, who had a known crush on Andy. Libby cast her eyes to the side, trying to look, without looking, which was difficult, she grinned to herself, and brushed away a guy who has been massaging her shoulders.
Phoebe had been casting her eyes over the pictures in the latest, Fierce Lady magazine, when she saw a pair of boy's shoes and legs in front of her, blocking out her light, her eyes traveled up until she saw the smiling face of Andy. Phoebe smiled sexily, and looked up, doe eyed at him. "Hi". She said softly. Andy looked hard into her face, trying to decide, which Halliwell was prettiest, then he remembered her friends, and his cast his eyes over them, he was a man after all, he looked at a blushing Libby, and remembered they'd had a brief connection, so to say at a party two weeks before. "Hey Libby, how have ya been my girl?" Libby licked her lips and nodded, silent for a moment, before replying.
"I'm good Andy, the team and me are planning a new cheer for you, for Friday's game" She smiled. Andy smiled back, nodding, before returning his gaze to Phoebe. Libby noticed that his gaze seemed to always be captured by phoebe and frowned.
"So girls, I was wondering if any of you need a lift back, the problem is I only have three seats?" All four girls blinked rapidly. Heather knew she could stay for the silent fight over the seat, but she knew she was busy and decided to speak up, silently cursing her self, being seen in Andy's car, would really add to her already well established rep.
'Well I'm afraid I'm outy Andy, I have Volleyball practice, and Coach might even promote me to Varsity today."
"Really that's impressive, you being only a junior". Andy smiled. Then he turned and left, giving the girls a wave good bye, all four girls blew him kisses, before returning their attentions to the other boys, who looked like they might explode with jealousy.