She walked up to the classroom door and stood there, frozen. Her hands shook at her sides as she stood there, otherwise unmoving. Scared, she was ridiculously scared. She had never made a major change like this before, moving to a completely different school in a completely different state to start a new life. She raised her hand to knock on the hard, wooden door, but couldn't bring herself to do it, and instead placed her hand against it and closed her eyes. What if they didn't like her? What if they didn't talk to her, or if they all just hated her the second they saw her? She couldn't blame them, she would hate herself if she were them, too. She already hated herself, more than anything, and all she wanted was to walk away from that classroom door and never come back ever again, to never ever look them in the face. But she had to, she knew she had to, and it killed her that she had to step inside that classroom.

She had heard stories about the Palm Woods, that it was a great place to live and that everyone there was mostly friendly, but she still didn't like it. She still absolutely did not want to go in there, even if it was life or death. She moved to start a new life, and she knew she would just screw everything up like she did the last time. She pulled her sleeves down over her palms and bit her lip. What if they didn't like her because of the way she looked? She placed a hand over her stomach and held back tears. She hated the way she looked, so why should anyone else like her? Her entire life, nobody ever paid her any attention, and she basically gave up all hope of ever feeling happy ever again. She knew quite a few people that lived at the Palm Woods-not personally, but she knew of them, and if they didn't like her...nobody would.

But, despite all of her thoughts going against the action, she slowly raised her hand and, after taking a deep breath, knocked on the door, and gritted her teeth as she waited for a response.

The door opened and a tall, blonde, smiling woman opened the door. "You must be Chloe! I'm Ms. Collins." She exclaimed. She extended her hand to the younger girl and Chloe gently shook it, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room, her palms sweating with embarrassment as the teacher pulled her to the front of the room, introducing her to everyone.

Chloe closed her eyes as tight as she could until she was standing up there in front of everyone. She then opened her eyes and peered out over the room of watching eyes, all waiting for her or Ms. Collins to say something. Great, she thought, haven't even been in here three seconds and they already hate me.

"Guys this is Chloe Midler, she's from Pennsylvania." Ms. Collins said. "She's new here, guys. Try to make her feel welcome, ok?"

"Woah." James said. "She's pretty. Like, really pretty."

Kendall watched as the new girl walked nervously up to the front of the classroom, and a small grin spread across his face. James was right, she really was beautiful. She had long, so blonde it was almost white, hair that rested perfectly on her shoulders, the most beautiful blue eyes he had ever seen, and her skin, or what he could see of it, was free of just about any blemish. He also noticed her weight-she was incredibly skinny, almost too skinny, and it almost looked a little unhealthy.

"Kendall? Keeeennndaaallll?" Carlos said, waving a hand in front of Kendall's face. James and Logasn laughed as Carlos snapped his fingers in front of his face. "She is very beautiful, Kendall, but you can step off cloud 9 for a bit."

Kendall shook his head and glanced at the guys. "Ok, first thing, I was NOT on cloud 9!" He said, shaking his head. "Second thing, I was just looking at her. There's something different about her, something I can't quite put my finger on."

"You should talk to her." Logan said. "Before one of these two go after her first." He pointed to James and Carlos. "But remember, you agreed to let the girl pick who she wants, not an outrageous fight like the last few times."

"I know what you're talking about, Kendall, there is something different about her." James, trying to get a better look at her without getting caught. Nobody else was paying attention to the girl anymore and had begun their own conversations. "But I do agree. She is pretty. She's just...extremely skinny…"

Chloe nervously pulled at her sleeves, her palms sweating as her breathing rapidly increased. Everyone was watching her, staring her down, judging her every move, soaking her image in and spitting it back out in a disgusting manner. She knew deep in her heart they already hated her.

When she looked out into the crowd of students, she did recognize a few people, some of which she had seen on TV or heard on the radio or from online, but there were four boys which she knew of all too well: the boys of the band Big Time Rush. Almost, just almost, did a smile twitch on her face when she saw their faces, for she did listen to their music quite a bit, but then she remembered that she was new there and they were big time superstars, and as they watched her, she became scared, so scared that she almost made herself sick, because they were probably thinking she was ugly, fat, stupid, disgusting, what everyone else she had ever known had always called her.

"Chloe, you can sit right over there next to Kendall Knight." Ms. Collins said. She pointed to a desk next to the blonde haired boy and CHloe just stood there, nervously. "Can you tell us anything about yourself, Chloe? About what it's like where you're from, what you like to do, why you're here?"

She was making it sound like Chloe was entering some mental facility. But Chloe refused to say a word, and just gently shook her head 'no' as she now furiously pulled on her sleeves. Ms. Collins let her move towards her sit and she quietly sat down, avoiding eye contact with everyone. But Kendall watched her, with interest, and there was something about her that made him not want to talk his eyes off her. It wasn't just the fact that she was beautiful, there was definitely something else. He just didn't know what, and the other guys thought the same thing too.

She glanced over at him, and when she noticed him watching, she turned her head and hid her eyes from his view. She bit her lip so furiously it almost bled. Watching, everyone was watching, probably thinking what a freak she was, and she just wanted the day to be over with already. She already didn't want to be there, criticism was the last thing she needed and wanted. "I just wanna go home." She whispered to herself. Not back to her new apartment, or even back to Pennsylvania. She honestly didn't know where home was. Wherever it was, she hoped it was a lot better than what she was experiencing, because she just didn't want pain anymore.

"Hey." A voice broke her distant gaze and for once, she peered up in the direction of the voice speaking to her. She was afraid, afraid of what this person was going to say, and got even more anxious when she realized it was none other than Kendall Knight speaking to her.

She couldn't say anything, and didn't even want to. She just looked around the room, as if he wasn't speaking to her. "Chloe?" She turned to him, her eyes wide. He really was speaking to her. Why, why would he? She didn't want to open up her mouth and ruin everything again, like she did at her old school. She just merely parted her lips slightly as if she was going to say something but didn't. She hugged her arms closer to her, as tight as she could get them, and kept glancing at him with nervous eyes.

"Aw, you're quiet. New school, kinda nervous?" Kendall asked. He leaned closer to her and rested his head against his palm. She looked around. Why was he speaking to her?

"Yeah." First word she ever spoke to anyone in the room. Nobody else was really paying attention to her except Kendall, and the other BTR guys who were watching the conversation unfold.

Kendall noticed her pulling on her sleeves, and from what Logan had always talked about, it was a sign of anxiety. He just brushed it off as something normal from being new around that place and flipped his hair aside. "I'm always here if you wanna talk. And this is James, Carlos, and Logan." The other guys waved at her, but she made no reaction. She tried to say something, but didn't. She couldn't. And truthfully, she didn't even want to. She just turned from them and faced the front of the room, hugging her arms close to her.

Chloe's mind was elsewhere the entire day. She didn't think about anyone else, not even the four boys sitting next to her. All she could think about was getting out of there, and getting out of there fast. Her anxiety was eating at her like a ravenous animal, and she just needed to get out. Throughout the day, she noticed people watching her, whispering, and she could just make out some of the things they were saying.

"She's so weird, look at the way she's acting."

"She won't stop fidgeting."

"Who wears long sleeves on a scorching hot day in L.A?"

"Damn, this girl is strange."

Chloe began to shake. Not here, not now, she thought. She glanced up at the clock. Just a few more minutes. She began rocking in her seat, barely, but enough for Kendall to notice and watch her curiously. Chloe began biting her lip as sweat poured from her face. Her palms shook wildly, and as soon as that bell rang, she was the very first person out of the door.

As soon as she was gone, Kendall turned to the other guys. "What was that?" He asked, slinging his book bag over his shoulders. "She flew outta here like something was after her."

"Dunno." James said, flipping his hair to the side. "We're off today, which can only mean one thing. It's pool time, my friends."

The other three followed James excited out the classroom door, while Kendall stood there, puzzled. He scratched his head before shrugging his shoulders and following the other guys.

Chloe ran through the lobby so swiftly, nobody could catch who she was. She wasn't waiting for the elevator; she bolted up the steps with such a speed that an Olympic runner would be impressed. Up to apartment 2M she ran, where she unlocked the door and slammed it shut once she was inside, relocking it to make sure nobody would come in. Panicking, she ran to the bathroom, her entire body shaking. She began to see dark images before her eyes and started to hyperventilate. She ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut. She rummaged through the cabinet until she found what she was looking for. She then ripped her shirt off, tossing it across the floor like it was nothing,

and

she

cut.