Chapter 1

Casper High stood before me. New school new life was my new motto. I had vowed that this year I would be popular, even though this meant I would have to act like a brainless jerk and wear makeup. The two things a loathed doing, but oh well it would all be worth it in the end. Right?

I took a deep breath and began to take a step forward when all of a sudden something hard hit me in the back of my head. "Ouch" I yelled and turned around to see what had caused my new headache, but instead I saw a kid in a red beret leap forward.

"My PDA" the kid yelled as he knocked me into the dew covered grass.

"Watch it dweeb" I growled at him as I stood up now soaking wet.

"Tucker" two other kids yelled, one was a Goth looking girl and the other was a messy haired boy. Then three more ran over, one of these three was a girl with tan skin and long brown hair the other two looked like football jocks. 'This could work to my advantage.' I thought as I picked up the kid's PDA, the one they had called Tucker, and threw it in the other direction. He scrambled to get up and get it but I tripped him so he fell right back down. I felt really bad about doing this but the three popular kids seemed to be enjoying the little show I was putting on.

I couldn't say the same for the other two. The boy glared at me, his icy eyes made me feel guilty, but I smirked at him trying to make it seem like I was enjoying what I was doing. Eventually I let Tucker run after his PDA. While the other two ran after him the blonde haired jock came up and put his hand on my shoulder, "Hey newbie you're pretty cool, you should hang with us." He motioned to the other two behind him, "I'm Dash and that's Paulina and Kwan. So who are you?"

"Oh, umm I'm Cari Silver" I answered nervously.

"You'll fit in just fine. You're almost as pretty as me" Paulina said. She had an accent that I couldn't quite identify, but I smiled like a goof. "Well I guess we should show you in" she continued. I nodded at this so they walked into the school with me walking awkwardly behind them. As we walked they told me a little about the school and how I would be high in the social status since I was with them. This lightened my spirits, even though I already didn't like these people. They made me feel dirty, but at least now I wouldn't be bullied by them.

Finally after the bell had rung they took me to see a teacher. They had mentioned that his name was Mr. Lancer. He smiled when he saw me, "So you are our new student, and look you already get along with our star quarterback, you are going to get to big places here at the rate you are going." I smiled kind of shyly. "Why don't you go in and introduce yourself to everyone" I nodded and walked into the room.

"Hello," I said making a dramatic hand gesture hoping it would make me look confident, "I'm Cari Silver. I just moved here about a week ago and so now you are all stuck with me" I smiled and hoped that I had sounded brave. When I scanned the class to see if they were giving me odd looks I saw the three kids from this morning. All three of them didn't seem to be too pleased with the idea that they would be in the same class as me.

"Well I'm sure everyone is happy to meet you" Mr. Lancer said as he put his hand together, "There is an empty seat behind Ms. Sam Manson" he pointed at an empty seat behind Goth Girl. I smiled at him hoping it looked real, I then slowly and nervously walked to the back of the class not making eye contact with anyone.

Class went pretty well as long as you don't count the dirty looks I got from Goth Girl. Well that was until Mr. Lancer assigned my locker.

"Fenton" he yelled and the boy with the blue eyes from earlier looked up surprised, "You have an empty locker next to you right?"

"Uh-uh, yes I think I do" he said stumbling over his own words.

"Well can you show Ms. Silver to it, it is the only open one we have right now"

"But!" He yelled "I mean, there has to be another one somewhere."

"Fenton" Mr. Lancer said warningly.

The kid sighed. Sam and Tucker both gave him a sorry look, "Come on Cari," he said with a hint of bitterness to his voice, "follow me." I stood up and looked at Dash and Paulina for help, I had no desire to be alone with him after this morning.

Dash raised his hand, "I could help her to her locker. I know where Fenton's is." I smiled at him, popularity definitely has its perks.

"Sorry Mr. Baxter but don't you have practice soon, we don't want you to fall behind on the team" Mr. Lancer said. Dash sat back down and gave me an 'I'm sorry I tried look'. I shrugged my shoulders, at least he tried. So I followed Fenton outside.

I then made the mistake of trying to start conversation, "So uhh what's your name?"

He didn't look at me "Danny Fenton."

"Oh . . . a . . . that's cool. How long have you been going here?"

He stopped, turned around, and glared at me, "Look I don't know why you are even trying to talk to me. So let's just get this straight I don't like you and you shouldn't even pretend to like. That's how it works here okay. Or did Dash not tell you that?"

"I uhh . . ." I had no idea what to say, I guess this was the downside of popularity the guilt.

"That's what I thought." He muttered bitterly then turned around and we continued our walk in silence.