Helloooo my fellow Zevians! This is my very first fic!

P.S. December, also next month (depends on when you read this) is ZEVIE MONTH! Then you can do anything you want that has to do ZEVIE!

Anyways, my very first fic! Hope you like it!

Zander's POV

I walked into the school gates of my new school, Brewster High. Just thinking of the name makes me sick. I just moved here from New York. I know I should be exited that i'm going to a new school but now, that's not the case. So as I was saying, I walked into the school gates. Not missing one single glance of my new schoolmates.

I notice a few girls staring at me, winking and trying to flirt with me but I just ignore it. I go to the Administration to get my scedule, that has all of those important things of me in it. As I check me scedule, I see that I have History in first period. Eh, at least I can be happy that I don't have Spanish class. I look further in my scedule to my locker number, 228.(A/N: See what I did there? Lulu's b-day?) I reach a large hallway, 222, 224, 226.. 228!

When I reach my locker I see a cute girl standing next to locker taking out some books. Cute locker neighbor, Check! I walk up to my locker and see that the cute is taking out a songbook that looks like it's going to explode in a few seconds. So apparently she likes- no LOVES writing her own songs. I spin my locker combination, 15 - 03 - 11. Opening my locker I see the girl writing stuff down in her songbook. I can see her glancing at me sometimes which makes me smile to myself. While I put my backpack in my locker the girl asks, "You're the new kid in town aren't you?"

"Why yes I am", I say trying to act cool, "How'd you know?" the girl looks at me from head to toe, "Well you look new" she says. I look at her with a confused expression on my face. We just at eachother like that for a while. I can see that the girl is trying to figure out what I am which makes me mentally smile. After a few minutes the girl pretends like those last minutes where nothing and says, "I'm Stevie, your new locker neighbor"

She holds out her hand and I shake it, "I'm Zander, your new locker neighbor" , I say smiling. I looked at her, she was wearing black skinny jeans, a midnight blue t-shirt that said 'Don't make me angry' in white, a black leather vest and gray combat boots. She isn't like other girls, I tought to myself. I was snapped out of my toughts when the bell rang and before I knew it, Stevie was gone. I take out my History book and head to class. When I walk in class I see that Stevie is sitting at a desk in a corner writing stuff down in that songbook of hers.

I sit down two seats across her when I see a middle-aged man come in the classroom, probably the teacher. "Sit down my little zit poppers", okay so now I know that he's trying to act like 16 year old. "I see that the new kid is here" he says looking at me. "What's your name kid?" "Zander Robbins" I say simply. The teacher nods and says, "Okay, I'm Mr. March. Welcome to Brewster High!". I just nod and Mr. March starts talking about American History. I wasn't really paying attention to what he was saying. But I kept looking at Stevie. I don't know but there's something different about her and I'm going to find out what that was.

-At Lunch- (Still Zander's POV)

I walked in the Courtyard and the first thing I see are a couple of girls in matching outfits dancing on a red sparkly table singing a corny song. I just get my food and sit at a table. When I sit down I see that Stevie is sitting at a table with two other guys playing on their gameboys. I just eat my food when suddenly Stevie comes up to me and says, "Hey, you wanna come sit at my table?".

That shocked me a little. Obviously seeing my confused expression she says, "I know how it is to be the new kid in town. So do you wanna come sit with us?". I just nod and pick up my tray and sit with Stevie and those two other boys. When I sit down one of the boys look up from their games and put it aside. The boy that has brownish hair and a blue shirt says, "Who's that?" "This is Zander, he's my new locker neighbor", Stevie says.

The other boy that has black hair and is wearing a black tank top and red shirt looks up and puts his game away and says, "And what is he doing at our table?". Stevie glares at them and says, " Come on guys, you know how it is to be the new kid remember?", the two guys just look at eachother and then nod their head. "I'm Nelson. Nice to meet you", He holds out his hand and I shake it. "And I'm Kevin, Nice to meet you to." I just nod and continue eating my food whan Nelson asks me suddenly, "So do you play any instruments?"

I nod and say, "I play the ukelele, guitar, key-tar and piano and I sing. Why?" "Just wondering", he says. "What about you guys? Do you play any instruments?" They all look at me like I'm crazy. They share a look and then Stevie says, "I play bass, violin, cello, ukelele, a little bit of key-tar and piano."

"And I play the piano and I'm also a DJ." Nelson says all coollike, which makes me laugh. Then Kevin comes up, "And I play the drums." he says also trying to act all coollike. I opened my mouth to say something but those girls from before cut me off. "Hello Loserberry. Finally found a new friend? Not like I think that you already had a friend" says one girl with long dark brown hair and a dark skin. Who is Loserberry? The other girls just laugh exept for one girl with long blonde wavy hair who looks like she's sorry. But I don't think that anyone has noticed.

For some reason Stevie rolls her eyes and pretends like their not here. Then the girl turns to me. "Well hello there, I'm Kacey, head Perf. Are you the new kid?" "Yes, I'm the new kid" I reply kind of annoyed that 'new kid' is my new nickname. "Why are you sitting with Loserberry?" she says with a high-pitched voice. "Excuse me, but who is Loserberry?" I ask her confused. She smiles deviously and opens her mouth to reply but Stevie cut her off, "Um, come Zander we have to go." she says nervously while picking up her books and her bag. "We do?" I ask her. "Yes, we do" she says nervously and drags me in a room that looks an old janitor closet before Kacey could say anything else.