New story, new fandom.

Just thought I would experiment with this, I've been rewatching SoN for ages now and I love some of the storys on here. I've also had this idea in my head for ages now and thought I'd try to fit it into this fandom

Sorry for the shortness, I always find getting started to be the hardest bit...

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Chapter One

I settle my Prada shades on the bridge of my nose as I climb on top of the table in order to get the best view and relax. Leaning back on my elbows and trying to look nonchalant I survey the scene unfolding before me, striking my usual pose as LA's biggest diva.

A growing crowd had gathered around, accompanying a few stray photographers which had managed to make it past King High's security guards. A large and flashy limo had just pulled up in the school's parking lot. Everything about it, from the flashy alloy wheels to the way the sunlight glinted off the reflective windows, screamed money; they typical limousine one would associate with Vuitton and Versace and Prada…

A collective gasp sounded from the crowd as the door of the black limousine swung open. A moment passed in utter silence before emerging from the confinement of the car, to much awaited anticipation, came a battered old converse sneaker, shortly followed by a pair of worn out jeans, a baggy tee-shirt and a baseball cap, shielding the wearers face slightly from the gawks and stares of her peers gathered around.

"Oh my God," came the voice of best friend, and possibly the second biggest diva in LA, Madison Duarte.

I peer sideways at the Latina, who was watching the newcomer over the top of her shades, her jaw dropped and an eyebrow quirked in disbelief.

Her shock was understandable; this was LA after all. And this was King High's newest and biggest 'celebrity', who just ambled out of a limo in sneakers and jeans. Not even a label in sight.

I allow my gaze to wander back to the retreating newcomer, whose head was bowed with her cap pulled low over her eyes, hiding her face from the onslaught of questions and the clicking of cameras as she walked briskly towards the school.

I furrow my brow as I watch the door swing closed behind her. I've definitely seen it all now. Most girls in LA, heck even the guys as well, are so overcome with the 'rich bitch' look, and that's just the average citizen. When you've got money in LA you're practically God.

And let me emphasise, I have money.

Well, my parents do. They made it pretty huge, my mother a successful surgeon, who set up her own private practise, and my father a councillor and lawyer to the stars, known for his high success rates. I mean I'm not going to actually tell you how much they earn a year…because I don't know, but I can tell you it's a lot.

Just F.Y.I.

I'm pulled from my musings by a horrible sucky-squelshy sound, and I turn to find Madison attached to her boyfriend by the lips, her legs wound around his waist and his hands wandering to low for me to be comfortable sitting near them.

"Eugh," I screw my nose up in disgust as I pick up my Gucci bag and make to leave, throwing the old "get a room" comment over my shoulder as I walk away from the pair. I hear Maddy's giggle, followed by a hasty "Bye Spence-" which is almost certainly cut off by Aiden's mouth.

The bell goes shortly after I pick up my books from my locker and I begin to make my way to homeroom to be registered.

It's an absolutely pointless ten minutes at the start of every day, seeing as it only takes the teacher 2 seconds to register us. None the less, I plop into my usual chair beside the window and wait for Madison to sit beside me. No one even dares steal our seats in this class, in any class for that matter.

We will hurt them.

Bitches.

Oh, point to be made; no one fucks with me and Maddy.

I sort of feel like a gangster now. Smirking to myself, I pull out my iPod and push one bud into my ear, pressing play and allowing the music to fill my head as I recline in my seat. Madison enters the classroom a few minutes before the bell is due to go, and I smirk wider as I watch her straighten out her top and fix her smeared lipstick.

I swear to God her and Aiden are like fucking rabbits.

She sits down beside me, telling me to "shut up and stop smirking", mumbling that at least she's getting some.

I roll my eyes and begin flicking through songs on my iPod.

"Sorry I'm late."

A totally new voice sounds through the classroom and my eyes immediately flick to the doorway. The new girl stands in the doorway, clutching her cap in her hands and looking slightly bashful.

"Ah, Miss Davies I take it?" our form tutor, Mr. Willis, beams at her, beckoning her into the classroom.

"Yeah, Ashley," I smiles, revealing a row of sparkling white teeth and cute little dimples on her cheeks.

Cute? Seriously Spencer?

I roll my eyes at myself. I don't do cute, I do sexy. And I don't do converse and baggy tee-shirts, I do Dolce and Gabbana and other designer shit.

I hear Madison exhale slowly, then whisper in my ear.

"The Ashley Davies? As in daughter of Raife Davies? My dad fucking loves him."

I nod, not taking my eyes off my iPod as I continue to shuffle through the songs on it until the bell rings. This new hoe definitely is going to have to earn my time and attention. Or so I convince myself because apparently the increased beating of my heart tells me she already has it…

The rest of the school day passed slowly.

Or I would assume so, seeing as me and Maddy ditched to go shopping. Why the hell would I stay there and die of boredom? I could probably buy my grades out of there anyway.

It's getting late when I finally collapse into my bed and allowed the events of the day to wash over me.

News of this so-called celebrity was not new gossip to me at all. Aiden's dad worked in real estate and had told us about the Davies' moving to town weeks ago, seeing as he had sold them the house.

I keep telling myself I was only surprised by her normality, because I was so used to seeing these up-themselves bitches that think they are the bees-knees because they are distantly related to someone famous.

I surprise myself my noticing how much this newcomer was playing on my mind. I haven't even spoken to her.

Perhaps I'm just worried that her celebrity status may challenge me and Maddy's role as Top Bitches at school. Although, come to think of it, I've never worried about popularity before. Maybe that's just because it came naturally to me.

Perhaps the only reason I feel strangely about her is because I feel slightly threatened…

I shift nervously in my chair as I watch the clock inch towards the final bell, fiddling self conciously with the hem of my tee-shirt.

So far this day has been a nightmare.

I mean, first off there was a huge-assed crowd waiting for me in the limo my dad dubbed appropriate to drop me off to school in, idiot.

Secondly, everyone in this school has some kind of staring problem, and the only person whose eyes weren't glued to me the moment I walked into a room seemed like the biggest bitch in school.

Which brings me to the third reason; She. Was. Banging.

And I know for a fact that she is miles out of my league, seriously. I may be 'famous' and what-not but I'm a total nerd.

There, I said it.

My social skills and zero.

Probably have my dad to blame for that. We've been on the move pretty much my whole life, shifting from pillar to post as he pursues his dreams. I guess I never really got the opportunity to make friends in any of the other cities we lived in so it doesn't come naturally to me.

I'm pretty sure I'm not going to fit in here.

Everyone's parading about in shorts so short I can see what they had for breakfast, tops so tight they leave my imagination going in over drive, everyone's super tan thanks to the beating sun and they all blend in together.

The first thing I noticed when I stepped into this school was how much I stuck out like a sore thumb.

Damn, I feel so insecure, again.

So I continue to tap my pen against the desk in time with the ticking of the clock until the bell echoes throughout the school and I lose myself in the sea of students all scrambling for the exits.

I try to smile in a friendly manner to a few people who catch my eye while passing by, but already I can tell that popularity will not be my forte in this place.

At least, not unless I strut about in the typical LA fashion.

I watch most of the students turn their noses up at me, eyeing my clothes and pale skin with something akin to disgust.

I feel my mouth droop downwards.

As I amble home I watch the people go about their daily lives. And I realise that I'll never fit in here. I won't be seen dead in these types of clothes, anyone who is anybody only wears the flashiest designer brands, and though money is no issue, I've always been dead set on fitting in with normal, average people. I guess LA is totally different; whereas before I was struggling to be normal and get away from the celebrity image, here my normality makes me almost alienated.

I sigh heavily as I close the front door behind me.

The first few days of school pass by without interaction with the new girl. Yes, she is still called that in my book because she hasn't actually introduced herself to me yet.

I'm a bitch, I know.

Come to think of it, I haven't really seen her interact with anyone; no whispering in call, no idle chit-chat by the lockers…I scan the crowds of students eating lunch under the Californian sun and spot her in the far corner of the campus, sitting at a table on her own. I take a moment to observe her outfit today; the same old battered converse as usual, today with a pair of loose cropped denim pants and a baggy grey Mickey Mouse tee-shirt. Her hair is pulled into a messy ponytail and her finger pushed a pair of thick-rimmed glasses up her nose. In short, this girl is a fashion disaster.

I hastily shove any thoughts of how she's still actually rather pretty out of my mind.

I mean I have standards.

I quickly decide to voice my thoughts to Madison…except for those last few, they're getting locked away somewhere dark.

"This girl is a fashion disaster," I hear myself say, my eyes never leaving the lonesome girl at her lonesome table, looking pathetically lonesome. I hear the Latina surface from her and Aiden's latest make-out session with a horrible sucking sound before she notices where my gaze is directed at and quickly agrees.

"Damn, she just screams celebrity," she states dryly, her piercing gaze scrutinizing as her words drip with sarcasm.

I can't help the pang of compassion I feel in my heart.

"I feel kinda bad for her," I say honestly.

The Latina snorts.

"No honestly," I continue, "she supposed to have it made already; she's fucking famous and rolling in dosh, yet she can't even make friends with people her own age…"

I trail off into incoherent mumblings, embarrassed that I went off on one about a strange, geeky child I don't even know.

"Jesus Spencer, calm yourself. She's clearly a nobody, famous or not, I mean look at her! And we do not associate with nobodies, do we baby?" Maddy adds, returning her attention to Aiden and planting a sloppy kiss on his lips.

"She's right Spence," he pipes up after they break apart, "I mean, she's supposedly famous, therefore she's clearly going to generate some interest from the other students, making her instantly popular, but she isn't. She's obviously got some sort of issues, I mean seriously, look at her…"

He gestures towards her with his hands and continues on his ramble.

I zone him out.

Aiden has a tendency to over think everything. He's fucking clever too, whereas I skip class to go to shopping…

I allow his logic to mull in my brain as I heed his advice and look over at the girl once more, but his words do nothing to make me feel better.

I honestly have the urge to help this girl. I'm sure she just needs a little guidance in the popularity department, and who better than me? And Maddy and Aiden, of course. To me, she just needs a little help from somebody to make herself…somebody.

Still, it's very unlike the 'cool kids' to talk to those deemed unworthy of our time-those whose reputations are in tatters.

I silently curse myself and my high standards and my bitchiness.

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I know where I want to take this, but I'm not sure whether to continue, so any thoughts would be greatly appreciated and I'll hopefully get chapter two up ASAP!

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