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"It's looks fine."
Cassie scrutinized her appearance in the mirror. She didn't like what she saw. Her dark brown hair and gold eyes were missing, and in their place sat the California stereotype of bleach blond hair and bright blue eyes. Her curls were ironed flat and her skin was a shade darker than it had been a month before.
"Daddy, I hate it." She whispered as she tugged at the blue baby doll dress that hung on her small frame.
"But you like your shoes right darlin'?" He smiled in his southern drawl and nodded at the black cowboy boots.
"Yes, but I'm not sure this is quite the style in California." She replied as she kicked off her shoes and slipped on some flip flops.
"You look beautiful."
"I feel so girly." She scrunched up her nose.
"It's a nice change." Her dad teased.
"I gotta go." She rolled her eyes.
"I won't be home when you get here. I have to go down to the station and meet the chief."
"Silly blue suiter" She laughed.
"I can't help it. They put my at the police department instead of the sheriff's department."
"I guess I should be happy they didn't put you at the fire department." She grinned.
"Have a good day." He kissed the top of her head. "I love you."
"Love you more daddy" She smiled as she grabbed her keys.
When she pulled up at Seaview High School, Cassie defiantly felt out of place. In a sea full of BMWs, Mercedes, and Corvettes, her big black Chevy Truck stuck out like a sore thumb. She grabbed her orange backpack and jumped out of the tall truck, causing a boy walking past to jump.
"Sorry" She blushed. "I didn't mean to startle you." Her accent was thick and it reminded him of his friend Miley's.
"Are you from Tennessee?" He wondered.
"Wow, you move fast." She laughed. "I'm from Alabama."
"So you just moved to Malibu?"
"Just in time for school." She nodded "Lucky me"
"What grade are you?"
"Senior"
"Cool, me too. Maybe I will see you around. I'm Oliver Oken by the way." He stuck out his hand.
"Cassie Reynolds" She smiled and shook it.
"I'd be happy to walk you to class, show you around, and introduce you to some people if you want." He offered.
She smiled nervously. She couldn't believe how cute this boy ways.
"I'd really appreciate that. I have no idea where I'm going. If you could just take me to the main office it would help me a lot."
"No problem, I just need to meet some people first, and then we can take you."
"Ok, thanks"
"So, you're from Alabama huh?"
"Born and raised and proud of it." She grinned.
"So what brought you to Malibu?"
She thought quickly.
"My dad's job."
"What does he do?"
"He's a cop. He just got hired on the Malibu P.D."
"My mom is the detective at the station." He exclaimed.
"Small world" She shrugged.
"So do you have any siblings?"
"No, it's just my dad and me." She replied quietly.
"I know how it is. It's just my mom and me." He smiled re-assuring.
"Very small world" She smiled.
"So are you liking Malibu so far?"
"I've only been here a week, and I spent most of it helping my dad unpack our apartment, so I can't really say one way or another." She shrugged.
"Well, it's great here. I'm sure you'll love it. We got the beach, and Hollywood, and all kinds of cool hangouts nearby. And school's not that bad either…except for Jake Ryan goes here. That can get kind of crazy."
"Who is Jake Ryan?"
He looked at her and laughed. "I think we are going to be good friends."