Hey guys! Sorry I have not been updating lately – I have had writers block and I have been reading the GONE series by Michael Grant – which, in fact, is the fandom in this fic. Anyway, I also wanted to mention I'll have a weird update schedule – my aim is to update once a week, or if I'm busy, once a fortnight. Another thing I wanted to say was that the title of this (Long Live) is a Taylor Swift song. The line in it "We were the kings and the queens" inspired it. Idk why, but it did. And also, I know that Caine and Diana weren't dating Pre-FAYZ, but in this story, they dating-to-be, if that's a thing. Basically they will be dating later in the story. ANYWAY I'll stop rambling and let you enjoy the story.

Chapter One

Diana Ladris sat in the back of her Dad's limousine, with the tinted window rolled down, her hair flowing behind her in the wind. It was good to come home for the summer to see her friends, but it got a bit boring after a while. The car rolled into the poor excuse for a parking lot at Coates Acadmey – which was a rather large patch of gravel and dust. The car door swung open and she stepped out, wearing a pair of blue skinny jeans, a white T-shirt, through which you could make out a blurry image of her black bra, and a pair of black heels and matching Ray-Bans. Her manicured hand closed around the handle of her large, black suitcase. She spotted her roommate, Carmen Peters, and approached her.

"Hey, Diana! Good break?" Carmen asked. Carmen was one of the only girls Diana got along with at Coates, along with Iris Woods and Delilah Phelps. Diana and the rest of the girls suspected it was because of Diana's close relationship with Caine Soren.

"Hey, Carmen. It was good seeing my old friends and all, but apart from that, it was a drag." Carmen giggled at this remark.

"Look, I'll catch up with you guys later. Have you seen Caine anywhere?" Diana asked, her dark eyes scanning the 'parking lot'.

"Um, I think I saw his car somewhere over there." Carmen pointed off in some direction.

"Thanks, Carmen. See ya."

"See ya!" Carmen waved as Diana pushed through the crowd of people and cars towards the direction Carmen pointed to.

Kyle stepped out of his car. His twin sister, Isabelle, stepped out after him.

"Well, see ya, Izzy, I'm going." Kyle smirked and dragged his suitcase behind him. Isabelle huffed and sped off in the other direction. Kyle continued to make his way through the crowd, in hopes of asking someone (possibly a hot girl) where the front office was located. Soon enough, Kyle had his eyes on his prey: A girl with long, brown hair, a body structure that other girls would die for and casual yet classy clothes. Kyle didn't know what colour her eyes were, as a pair of black Ray-Bans were covering them. He approached her, grinning.

"Hey, sugar, could you show me to the front office? We could take a little stop along the way, if you" She cut him off.

"No. I'm looking for someone." She snapped and pushed him aside. Playing hard to get, is she? Hah, I'll deal with that, Kyle thought. He began to follow her, taking care that she didn't notice him. Kyle's eyes narrowed when he saw that she was standing next to another guy. This guy had dark hair and a slim figure. Their backs were turned, so Kyle couldn't see his face. At that moment, the girl turned her head, looking directly at Kyle. She gave him the finger and yelled "I don't like blondes!" And turned back around.

"I don't like blondes!" Diana turned her head around to face Caine again. Caine glanced behind him to see a blonde boy who looked like he had his head up his arse. Caine looked at Diana again.

"A complete idiot." Diana explained, answering Caine's thoughts. Caine nodded in response. Caine's brown eyes spotted another blonde approaching them. That blonde's name was Drake Merwin.

"Hi," Drake said gruffly.

"I think," Diana said. "we've already got one target."

"Who?" Drake questioned eagerly. Although Diana and Drake had a deep hatred for each other, they both had a deep passion for making people feel crap about themselves.

"That dickhead, I'm guessing." Caine gestured to the blonde kid which wasn't Drake. Diana nodded.

"Yep," she popped the 'p'. "You guessed right."