Hey guys, rewritten my old story and decided to upload. disclaimer: I don't own HM or the characters.

Chelsea POV

I mumbled in my sleep, groaning at the feel of the sun's rays pouring into my bedroom whilst a busy mother stomped out of my room to awake my siblings. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes blinking a numerous of times to get my eyesight clear. I frowned.

School.

I should really be used to it by now but I have at least been to four different highschools these past three years. I'm sixteen. And greatly hoped this highschool would allow me to leave but according to my father, I don't get to leave till another two years. I groaned to myself at this thought as I hoisted myself out of my comfy soft bed. I don't like highschool. Who does? It's like a zoo. Everyone in their beloved cliches and their animalistic behaviour they have towards eachother and the teachers. I always kept to myself. Why make friends when you're gunna move out again?

But this time round, we're not moving. A permanent stay this time round. I sighed and entered the bathroom. I allow myself to relax in the warm water splashing over me, closing my eyes to bring the image of what our new neighbourhood looked like.

It was large, full of oak trees on the worn out pavements. All the houses built neatly to eachother with enough space in between with arrarys of full luscious green grass. All these houses were Victorian styled. They were all so different and unique. They were so beautiful. My house was had three neat floors including the mini tower on the left side of the house. There were three different balconies. I had one located at the right side of the house that seemed to eerily close to the one opposite me. You could literally swing on the branch and land on the other side. The house was a cream colour with rusty red roofs. The railings were decorated in detail, each flower connecting to another. The front door was a large oak one with two long panels of glass, a sixtey-nine neatly scrawled above it. I sniggered at the number, oh my childish thoughts.

Time. Oh shit. I jumped out shower, grabbing a towel flailing to wrap it around myself. Only as I reached my bedroom I tripped face forward naked. Great. I quickly grabbed some underwear, lovely big ones with little monsters drawn on it. I stood up in front of my open balcony to see a pair of green eyes raking my exposed upper body. The heat rushes to my face as I dragged my curtains tightly shut. I cannot believe how stupid I was. I glared at the floor and pulled over a tangy orange hoodie and some shorts that hugged me perfectly.

I raced downstairs noisily only to bump into my sister. Correction. My bitch of a sister, Claire. And nothing unusual wearing something provocatively for school.

" Watch it Chels." She glares, acid in her response obviously concerned about her hair not screwing up. I rolled my sapphire eyes and flipped her the finger, shoving her past to go to the kitchen.

Kamil, my older charming brother by one year ruffled my hair like a child. " Hey Chels, ready for school?" He smirked his award winning smile. I frowned, my usual expression.

" No."

He lifted his chin up, adjusting his jaw. " Awh come on, don't be like that." Even though I prefered his company to Claire's, he was too enthuisastic about everything. Honestly, where he gets that energy I don't know. I kept the frown on my face and shovelled down my breakfast. Kamil went off to the bathroom where an argument broke out.

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

"Clothes Kamil if you hadn't noticed." Claire huffed, in a 'as a matter of fact' tone.

"Change. Now." He calmly asked awaiting for her no.

"No." And with that she stormed out the door and walked. He sighed, and returned back into the kitchen running his hand through his chestnut brown hair that resemble my own.

" So the whore left, heh?" I sarcastically drawled. He shot me a look. Kamil was a good brother. And he really did deserve someone. He was always left broken hearted. Sometimes I wonder if his good looks and charms were a curse, but then again, Claire and him were always the popular ones. Not like I cared. But I was average I guess... I pushed that thought out of my head and stood up, slinging my trusty red rucksack over my shoulder.

" Coming Kamil?" I unlocked the door, holding it open and waiting an answer. He shook his head. " I'll catch up with you later. I better tidy you guys up before mum and dad return in the evening." I nod and walked off. I inhaled the clear fresh air and walked down the path onto the worn out pavement. Five minutes of walking and someone walks past me, knocking me to the side of an oak tree. Annoyed, I responded verbally. " Watch it you stupid twat!" The guy turned and there are those green eyes.

Mark POV

I smirked slyly to myself as I raked the chance to look at the new neighbours chest. I chuckled as she drew her curtains tightly shut. Her own fault really but I can't say she isn't a pretty one. Long straight chesnut hair with those piercing blue eyes filled with anger and embarrassment. I stood up and flexed my muscles, ruffled my bed hair and put on my teams varsity jacket. Vain as I am, I looked myself up and down the full body length mirror.

" And you my friend, are looking fine." I grinned.

I jogged down the stairs. No one was home. I yawned and flipped out my iPhone, texting Denny to meet up by the corner. I gazed around the kitchen, grabbing an apple to lightly chew on. Days like these bore me to death, no training today and piles of homework will definitely come at me. Of course, everyone would think that being a jock I was a completely thicko. Wrong, I was fairly good at school thanks to my father's strict manner about my grades though I have many times skipped lessons for the gym.

Realising the time, I exited the house and made my way along the pavement noticing her again. Her long hair bathing in the light showing off highlights of gold and red. My gaze shifted down to her behind. I smiled. Those shorts hugged her ass nicely, hiding her kiddy underwear. I sped up a bit, nearing the corner and deliberatley shoved by her. The fiesty girl responded. " Watch it you stupid twat!" A smirk adorned my face as I turned around, to find her expression priceless. She marched up to me, not surprised she was a foot shorter than me.

" You fucking perverted bastard! What is your problem, huh? What right do you get to look at me like that?" I cocked an eyebrow at her useless shoving at me, though her fiesty look is sure arousing. I backed her up into the tree, staring down at her. " Who wouldn't?" I smirked, putting my hands on the bark with her nestled inbetween. I watched her cheeks flush a lovely shade of red.

"Speechless huh? What happened to your foul dirty mouth?" I asked, emphasizing dirty.

"You invade other peoples space too. Great. Now move it Blondie." I moved my face closer to hers, my lips hovering over hers as I spoke. "Don't tell me what to do short stuff." I smirked, my gaze locked onto hers. Before I could even move, hearing the footsteps of my friends come along, a bolt of pain hits right through me as I clutch my groin toppling back at how painful it was. She stepped over me and walked off mumbling ' just did '.

Through my blurred vision, I see Denny biting back a laugh and offering a hand I reluctantly ignore as I steadlily try to stand up straight adjusting my fatherhood on the way. " Fuck off Denny." I hissed. " That bitch will get it." He held his hands up as if surrendering.

"Dude, chill...ahaa.." He crossed his large arms across his chest who also had a great strong build on him. "Who was she anyways?"

" My new neighbour." I gritted my teeth as four more figures come up by Denny. I look to them and my eyes fall to Julia. Then Natalie, Lanna and Will. " Let's go." I mumbled, leader of this assemble of course.

Before the shoutouts who she is going to end up with, this isn't only focused on her. I'll break into the third person soon! Review;)