This is a new story…I have gotten inspiration from various stories I have read on fanfiction…I shall not name them as I have forgotten the titles and the authors.

I do apologize for this though as it is not very good, but on the bright side…if your story idea thing has been used in mine, truly it just means I enjoyed your story and you are very inspiring so I'm jut gonna take this moment and thank you…so thank you.

CHAPTER 1

Stella's POV

Fucking great. Not only do I have to come to the same school as Brandon Shields, he has to get even hotter than last year?

It's like he's having a fucking competition with the bloody mirror.

It just annoys me that however much I want to I just can't stop liking him.

It gets on my nerves at times…so fucking annoying, like honestly, what the hell?

At this point, you may be wondering who the hell I am and why I'm going on about why I can't stop liking someone with the name Brandon,

I'm Stella Solaria, I live in Malibu, I'm an 18 year old, and like most people my age, I go to school, I have 3 best friends, Flora, Musa and Tecna. I've known them for as long as I could remember, but being me, that isn't very long, so as long as I could wish to remember, yes that seems about correct enough.

Most people would think I'm living great life seeing as I live in Malibu, I have friends, I have education, don't get me wrong, I love all these things, it's just that the life I'm living ain't so grand as you'd think it is.

Let me tell you why, in my school, the idiot my head master is, decided to come up with a new education plan, and that was… each year or grade would be split into 3, high, middle and low.

Which is fine, unless you're in the bottom group that is.

Like Musa, Tecna, Flora and I,

It actually doesn't suck that much to be honest, like I have my best friends in the class, but I also have a teacher with the name Mrs Adolf.

I'm no genius or anything, but seriously? Isn't it illegal to name your child that?

The bitch gives us so much homework, and nothing she says makes sense, like why the hell do you need letters in math? What the hell? They are 2 separate subjects! And I respect that!

But does she? Hell no! she ain't give no fuck, ZERO fucks given, none, nope, not even 1.

I wish we had a teacher like Ms Grace, like the high group does, she is so kind. Like what the hell? Where was Mrs Adolf when God was giving hearts? Probably sending Musa and I to the head masters office.

And another problem about me being in the low group is that Brandon Shields isn't.

You see, I'll openly say I'm not that bright, I'm not, I accept that, I do not deny it, I may not understand fractions and decimals and all that crap, but that doesn't give anyone the right to call me a dumb, idiotic, good for nothing weirdo,

I mean COME ON!? What kind of mean, arrogant jerk says that?

Brandon Shields that's who,

Yes, I do act very dumb sometimes, and I may seem idiotic at times, I agree, I am very weird. And why does this bother me?

Because I fucking love this mean, arrogant jerk.

That's why.

My life ain't so Grand anymore is it?

And if you think that doesn't suck

Try knowing him for 8 years now, falling in love with him for 3, building the courage to finally tell him how you feel about him, then getting embarrassed in front of the whole flipping school, BY THAT 1 FUCKING IDIOT!

Yeah, literally. We've all gone through it haven't we? Answer: no!

Only I have, actually all 4 of us have, this of course includes me, Musa, Flora and Tecna.

Happened to all 4 of us.

Just our luck we fell for the biggest idiots in the whole school, the 4 of the idiots are so full of themselves, just because they have the looks (God yeah they do) and they have money and drive cool cars, and are so smart, and get to travel the world.

What the actual fuck?

The main problem is I have one lesson with Brandon Shields, and okay, it isn't exactly a lesson it more of an extra curriculum that my mum made me join, its art.

But we changed over the summer.

We weren't those little Barbie dolls who would do anything to get noticed, we didn't really give a fuck about what went on.

We were now what people would call bad girls.

We even looked different, for instance, we didn't have glasses, we had contacts, we didn't have braces, we dressed differently, we had lost A LOT of weight I shall admit, we even acted differently.

In summer school, we got into so much trouble, the four of us, with the teachers, head masters, parents, students, even the fucking JANITOR! We didn't give a fuck.

You mess with us, you get that.

Anyways…

I woke up at 6:30 like usual, went into the bathroom and got ready.

I wore a white t-shirt that said "Cheers bitches'' and white skinny jeans, a black thin sweater and white converses, I wore my black shades and I let my butt length blonde hair loose, and applied a light coat of makeup, I'm not anything like those girls in school who wear tones of makeup and end up looking like a flipping Barbie doll that has gone through a rough moment of puberty. I used to be just like that, and wear all those crop top, and shorts, and dresses and shit like that, but not any more…

I ran down the stairs and said goodbye to my parents, and then headed for my first day of school, but first I made a quick stop over at Starbucks, then I went to school.

AT SCHOOL

I met Musa in the corridors, she was pinning a dude called Mark to the wall and she looked really pissed, she was also drawing a lot of attention to herself.

She was wearing a black t-shirt that said "bitchcraft" and black skinny jeans and a black thin sweater too, she had black converses, and her butt length dark blue hair was left loose.

I rolled my eyes, that Mark dude deserves whatever he's about to get.

I strolled towards them lazily, rolling my eyes behind my shades again as people watched me, come on, like as if you haven't seen people changing before?

"Sup Musa, what's up with him?" I asked taking a sip of my coffee.

I could literally see Musa roll her eyes at Mark behind her black shades,

"Hey Stella, the dick thought he could chat me up, the idiot was wrong," She growled letting him go.

"Don't act as if you didn't enjoy it dear," He smirked, "And wait Musa? Stella? I couldn't even recognize you," he said looking really serious, I could hear people gasping and saying things like "Musa and Stella? Whoa," and "This has got to be dream,"

The 2 of us looked at him, frowning,

"What the hell are you still doing here?" I snapped.

"Get the hell outta here," Musa snapped at the same time.

We grinned at each other and then turned back and frowned at the idiotic dick named Mark.

"Okay, okay I'm going, but first give me your number," He smirked.

Musa and I stared at him, we removed our glasses, and looked right into his eyes.

"I don't THINK so!" We said at the same time, then put our glasses back on, and spun round and walked down the corridor.

Everyone in the corridors were watching us walk, and we could hear them whisper to each other things like "Damn! Summer did them good," and "Whoa, Is it me or have they become hotter?" Musa and I just ignored them and walked to our class.

But apparently, we weren't doing this high low shit anymore.

We were just one normal class.

NO POV

The 2 girls walked into the classroom, assuming they would see Mrs Adolf and the rest of the low group students, but damn were they wrong.

Mrs. Adolf was there, yes. But so was the entire Year 13, Musa and Stella froze at the door,

Everyone in the class turned to look at them, their eyes widening at the sight of them, all were so surprised to see them there, and of course they didn't know it was Stella and Musa.

Mrs. Adolf stopped writing on the board and turned to look at the 2.

"The hell? Musa?" Stella asked, she turned to look at Musa.

"I have no idea Stella," She scoffed.

"Ahh, Stella and Musa, welcome back, you're late!" Mrs. Adolf snapped.

Musa and Stella looked at each other,

"D'you hear that Stell? We're late," Musa grinned.

"Hey look, over there, it's a fuck I don't give," Stella grinned pointing to the window, everyone in the class turned to look at the window, but when Stella finished her sentence they all gasped.

"SOLARIA! MELODY! DETENTION!" Mrs. Adolf barked.

The 2 girls rolled their eyes and smirked.

"You can sit down here in the front, next to the other 2 trouble makers, I'll deal with you 4 at lunch,"

Musa and Stella grinned when they saw who the other "troublemakers" were.

They walked to them and sat down, everyone watching as they did so.

Mrs. Adolf turned back to writing on the board.

"SOLARIA! MELODY! DETENTION!" Flora mimicked quietly

The 4 girls burst out laughing.

"NO LAUGHING!" Mrs. Adolf barked.

"And why not?" Tecna asked leaning in front and rest her elbows on her desk, giving Mrs Adolf a challenging look.

Flora was wearing a white t-shirt that said "Cool Story Bro!" In different colours, black leggings and black converses, her long butt length light brown hair left loose and some killer shades on. And a black jacket.

Tecna wore black shirt that said "No photos please!" in white, white jeggings and red converses, her purple shoulder length hair left loose, she had cut it so it would fit her bad girl look, she had long hair like the other 3 but…she had black shades on and her sleeves were rolled up, a grey jacket tied around her slim waist.

"Because it is a distraction, you should know that Zenith, as just last year you were complaining about it!" Mrs. Adolf said returning the challenging look.

"Oh but miss, what YOU should know, is that people change, and I know that because I am one of those people," Tecna smirked.

Mrs. Adolf snapped, "Do not make me keep you after school young lady, because I sure can,"

"I never said you couldn't miss," Tecna grinned.

Everyone else, minus the 4, were baffled by the way the girls were talking back.

Just last year, the 4 were almost teacher's pet worthy, but now…?

Brandon, Riven, Helia and Timmy were sitting at the back of the classroom, and were all really shocked and amazed at what the 4 had become.

"Whoa, what happened to them?" Brandon asked.

"I have no idea bro, but I like it," Riven said.

"Are they the same people or…?" Helia asked watching the girls talk back.

"This is just wrong man, weren't they the 4 girls with the glasses, and the braces and the really, umm, fat goody two shoes?" Timmy asked.

The boys shrugged, watching them in shock.

AFTER SCHOOL WITH STELLA
STELLA'S POV

Fuck. Just fuck.

I can't believe I have Art with Brandon.

I can promise you, I'm gonna go home in another flipping colour.

I walked into the classroom and inwardly groaned when I realized I had Mrs. Adolf as the fucking teacher in charge.

Talk about seeing the witch after school,

She gave me a dirty look and told me where to sit.

Next to Brandon.

Fuck.

Just.

Fuck.

I could tell he felt uncomfortable with the seating plan as much as I was, but I'm not gonna let him ruin what I love.

Even if he is one of them.

"Look who it is, isn't it Stella bear? How nice to see you," He said smirking.

"Yeah, define nice," I sighed.

After 10 minutes, I had drawn a really great picture, I had ignored the little faggot I was sitting next to.

Then all of a sudden, something cold ran down my neck, and my head, and dripped down onto my favorite white t-shirt. PAINT, GOD FUCKING PAINT

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!?"" I yelled getting up and spinning around, I came face to face with the one and only Brandon Shields.

"What the fuck is your problem? Do you know how badly I want to fucking slap you right now? I swear to God you're a moronic, retarded, stupid IDIOT! WHAT THE HELL MAN!? What the fuck did I do to you?" I yelled. The itch had the nerve to laugh.

"I'M TALKING TO YOU! ANSWER MY GOD DAMN QUESTION!" I shouted.

"Things change Stell, you should know that," He grinned.

Did he just-?

"You know what? Your right, things do change," I picked up a pot of green paint and threw it at him,
"What the fuck?" he shouted.

"Thank you for informing me, I feel so much better now," I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.

"You bitch, this was my favorite white shirt!" He yelled.

"Well, now it can be your favorite green shirt," I smiled, "Big whoop,"

"No, I don't like green," He yelled.

"You think I like pink? Seriously?" I yelled back.

"You used to!" He argued.

"Exactly, I USED to, there's a difference, find it," I said through gritted teeth.

I was trying so hard not to start blushing, the fucking paint soaked through his shirt, revealing his killer abs, he ran his hand through his hair, making it stand up straight like a mohok, fucking hotness all over him.

What? Shut up Stella! No! Not again!

"Look I don't know what the hell happened to you over the summer, but I do know for sure, it makes you look so much hotter," He smirked.

"Ew," I said in fake disgust.

"Aw someone's blushing," He grinned.

"Look again hot stuff, I think some of the paint clogged your brain," I said rolling my eyes.

"What is going on?" Mrs. Adolf demanded.

"Gee Mrs. Adolf, I wonder, hey maybe the paint I'm covered in will help us figure it all out," I said sarcastically. "What the hell do you think happened?"

Mrs. Adolf glared at me, and then turned to look at Brandon who was still smirking.

"Since there is only 10 minutes left of the class, I will give you permission to go home early.

YASSS! THANK YOU! THAT'S ALL I WANT!

5 minutes later I walked up my street, and saw an ambulance, and a black rolls Royce parked in my driveway, my eyes widened in shock and I ran as fast as I could.

"WHAT HAPPENED?!" I demanded, asking a police officer who had come out of the house,

"Are you Stella Solaria?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Miss, I'm afraid your parents committed suicide 20 minutes ago, here, their note," He said handing me the note.

WHAT!? SUICIDE!? WHAT THE FUCK?!
Dear Stella,

We're sorry dear, we really are, we just couldn't handle life anymore, it was too stressing for us, you saw how we struggled to maintain ourselves, we couldn't afford food at a point,

Stella, we love you, and you need to remember that, we always will. Do not worry about where you are going to stay, and old friend of ours will take you in as their own, we love you Stella dear, Goodbye!

Love Mum and Dad xx

Tears threatened my eyes as I read the letter.

Why? We were doing just fine!

That's it, the tears started rolling down my cheeks.

Then a man and a woman came and patted me on my shoulder, I turned to look at them,

"Stella? I'm Alison and this is my husband Dave, your parents and I were very close, we went to college together, they left a letter saying well, what happened," Alison said softly, "Aww Sweetie, don't worry, we'll take care of you,"

"It's not that, I'm not worrying about that, its just, WHY? We were handling fine, well, at least I thought we were, I didn't even see this coming, I should have done something, I should have stopped them, instead I was at school, and the last thing on my mind was this, God Stella you're so selfish!" I yelled angry at myself.

"Stella, don't take it hard on yourself, it's not your fault, you couldn't have done anything about this, none of us knew, don't worry Stella, come on let's go home," Dave said softly.

I followed them into their black car and sat at the back.

"We've got 2 children of our own, 2 boys, aww I've always wanted a daughter, I was stuck with 3 men, lucky me," She said sarcastically.

I laughed, I was going to enjoy her company.

"Hey, I wanted a girl too! Well my boys act like girls anyways, since you are always making them dress up as one," Dave snorted.

I laughed,

"That was that one time Dave," Alison said sternly.

Yup, I was going to enjoy.

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