Chapter 1: The Beginning

AN: I'm just reuploading this with minor changes. Specifically one of the boys' appearances. It's for plot. Check my profile for updates.

-March 20, 2009-

A young fourteen year old female with shoulder length chestnut hair sat on an ordinary bench in an ordinary school. Her matching chestnut eyes scanned her latest canvas, a paintbrush in hand.

"Kassyyyyy... My ass's nuuuuumb..." The female, aptly named Kasandra Wiliston lowered the canvas ever so slightly to glare at her taller, short chin forest brown haired friend, her friend's silver eyes distinctly illustrating her boredom.

"Too bad, Sylvia." Kasandra continued her strokes.

"Come on, my story was just getting good! The kiss, Kass! The kiss!" Kasandra glared at her taller upper back ravenette friend who dared widen her bright blue eyes into innocent puppy eyes.

"What did I just say, Elena?" Kassy hissed, dipping her brush for more paint none too gently.

Before Kasandra's friend could speak, she narrowed her eyes at the tallest female with golden brown waist length hair, her roaming eyes with the color matching her name, "I don't care what your excuse is, Hazel. Or any of yours for that matter. Stay. Still."

After another few rounds of threats, as well as insults, the other three females obliged until Kassy had finished. "Finally!" Sylvia sighed out loud her relief before all but jumping over to her guitar sitting lonely next to her brunette friend.

"Kay, what d'ya guys think of my new song I've been working on?" While they listened to her newest masterpiece, Hazel passed out her special brownies she'd made earlier that day.

After strumming the last note, Sylvia sighed, "We gotta get together this week. Anyone free Monday?"

Kasandra shook her head, "I have archery practice."

Elena sighed, "I have fencing class."

Hazel pouted, "Ballet."

"Yeah, okay, I have karate as well," Sylvia paused before asking, "Okay then. How about Tuesday?"

Kassy shook her head once more, "Artillery."

Elena, who had began focusing on a story she was writing, didn't look up from the paper, scribbling words, "Judo."

Hailey groaned, "I have track this week. Damn."

Sylvia groaned, "Right. Judo night."

"Wednesday we have swimming practice so technically we can hang out then." Kasandra shrugged.

Hazel took another brownie from her bag, munching noisily, "Fursay an Friay ith surial cam." Everyone gave her a deadpan look. She swallowed before repeating herself, "I said Thursday and Friday is survival camp."

Sylvia laid down on the bench, strumming random notes, "Damnit... We're so busy lately... What the fuck do you want?" She ended her demand with a sharp note.

Kassy's POV

Hazel, Elena, and I whipped our gazes towards a young male with a long fluffy untameable black bob, his skin almost as black as night, "You were here. We were bored. End of story."

Biting my lip, and tugging a clump of my hair, I smiled shyly up at him, "H-Hi, Nathan..."

His gold tinted, only seen by the keen observer, chocolate eyes immediately flickered in my direction, his face a mask of his usual cold indifference, "Wiliston."

I shivered. Clutching my canvas a bit tighter, I gathered what little courage I had, "H-How are you today?"

"Do you really wanna know the answer to that, Kass?" I blinked, only to smile at the young male who had appeared beside him with a shoulder blade platinum, almost white, pony tail, his skin almost a translucent white. His vibrant green eyes sparkled kindly.

"Asshole! Get the fuck off me, Mitch!" I bit my lip to stifle my giggles as he sat down on Sylvia with a large grin to match hers.

"Hey! Don't start the orgy without me!" All eyes shot to the young male with a fluffy violet bob and pink skin, his sky blue eyes sparkling mischievously.

"We always start without you, Blaise. The girls fake theirs when you get here didn't you know?" Everyone stared at the young male with cropped dark brown almost black hair and dark chocolate skin before bursting into laughter. He kept on a calm blank face, but his chocolate eyes gave away his amusement.

Sylvia abruptly shoved Mitch onto the floor, "Thanks for the distraction, Oliver! So, girls, sleepover tonight. 'Cause I fucking said so."

Blaise grinned, "Can we come? I want some action. Whether I witness or participate."

I blushed darkly, looking away, avoiding everyone's gazes, even though no one was looking at me. She scoffed, "It may be no secret that I'm half lesbian, but that don't mean you get a show."

Everyone's laughter drowned out his protests.