Hellooo. I'm so hyped for this story its unreal, probably because I have so many ideas for it. I'm not gonna bore you with a long ass speech or anything, so you can get reading. Enjoy :)

Stella's P.O.V

"But why dad?" I wailed, banging my fist onto the arm rest of the couch.

"Sorry, but thats just how it is. And with everything that's happened in the past year, we need a fresh start . You need a fresh start " My dad sighed.

"Besides, you'll make lots of friends there." he added.

"Thats not the point. I wanna stay here in Miami because...well, I've lived here all my life, I love it too much to leave. Plus, Disneyland is only 3 hours away" I said.

"Well in California they have Disney Land, Universal Studios and not to mention, a LOT of shopping malls" he said.

Can't argue with that, can I?

"Ugh, fine." I sighed, getting up and going to my room to pack.

Oh right, forgot to introduce myself.

Hey, I'm Stella Solaria, I'm 17 years old and I currently live in Miami, Florida.

That argument with my dad? Well, my parents think it will be 'beneficial' to ship me off to live with my mom in the town of Gardenia, which is somewhere in Southern California near Los angeles I presume. Yup, thats right, my parents are divorced, yet they manage to sustain a healthy relationship.

So back to the point - I have to go live with my mom and my plane is leaving tomorow. I didn't even get a say in this, but I guess my parents are doing it for my own good.

And it's nothing to do with my mom, infact, I love my mom to death and I couldn't ask for better parents. Its just, I'm not ready to move to a different state yet, as I said before, Miami is my home.

Whatever, maybe it won't be all that bad in Gardenia..

"Now remember, don't trouble your mother, and don't max out her credit card with your shopping craze" my dad lectured, as he handed me my bags.

"Okay okay I get it. Now I'm gonna miss my flight, so I'll see you in the summer?" I asked.

"Yep. Bye Stellie, love you" he said, hugging me.

"Love you too" I said, before walking into the airport.

"There's no going back now. You can do this" I said to myself, before boarding the plane.

After about 6 hours, we finally landed. As I walked out of the airport, I spotted my mom standing next to a matte black range rover. A huge grin spread on my face as I immediately dropped my bags and sprinted to her, surprising her in a hug.

"Stella! God you've grown since the last time I saw you" she said.

"And you seem to be doing quite well" I smirked, motioning to the guy next to her.

"Oh, sweetie I want you to meet Angelo. Angelo, meet my daughter, Stella" she smiled, as the guy shook hands with me.

Angelo huh? I'm guessing he's my mom's new boyfriend or something. I took a good look at him, tan skin, greenish blue eyes and short dark brown hair.

"He's a hockey player" she whispered.

Well that explains it.

You see, my mom is crazy about hockey. She used to drag me along to every national game and would dress extremely patriotic...it was pretty embarrassing if you ask me.

"Nice to meet you Stella. Your mother's told me all about you, I think we'll get along just fine. Now what do you say we go home and I'll cook Italian? My treat." he said.

"I love Italian food!" I squealed, as I got in the car.

Yup, we're gonna get along great.

The sun hit my eyes, waking me up. I looked over at my phone and it was 6AM, so I got out of bed and started to get ready.

Now, I'm not normally a morning person, but today's my first day at Gardenia high, and I don't wanna make a bad impression, now do I?

Trust me, this getting up early thing will wear off in a week or so.

I took a quick shower and changed into a pair of black ripped jeans, a white graphic tee and white low top converse. I tied my hair up into a high ponytail and applied a little makeup before grabbing my bag and going downstairs.

After eating breakfast, my mom drove me to school, and I entered the huge building which was swarming with students. I went to the principal's office to get my timetable, and then to my locker.

"Maths first? Fuck my life" I groaned, rolling my eyes.

I SUCKED at maths.

Like, really, really badly.

But its not my fault its so boring, now is it?

A couple minutes later, the bell rang and everyone was rushing to their lessons. I looked back at my timetable to check what classroom I was in, and while I was distracted, I bumped into someone.

"Watch where you're going, klutz" the guy snapped.

Did I say guy? My mistake, I meant jerk.

"Hey, it's not my fault you're too blinded by your ego to see me walking, so back at ya" I hissed.

All the students around us started yelling 'BURN' and were muttering amongst themselves, some even laughing.

I mentally pat myself on the back for that. Already roasted a guy and its only 8:15 - impressive Stella, impressive.

Gee, this guy must actually have a huge ego, since what I said seemed to make sense to people.

"You messed with the wrong guy" he mumbled under his breath, as he walked away.

"Dude, that was fucking dope" someone said, making me turn around. It was a asian girl with pale skin, midnight blue eyes and hair, and a huge smirk on her face.

"Thanks. I'm Stella" I said.

"I'm Musa. Are you new or something? I've never seen you before" she said.

"Yup" I said. She glanced at my timetable and then back at me.

"We have pretty much the same classes, want me to show you around later?" she asked.

"Yeah that would be great" I said.

"I have maths first too, and an empty seat next to me. Trust me, the back of the room is the best, so you're sitting next to me and thats final" she said as we walked to class.

Once we got there, all eyes were on me, and then the teacher started to talk.

Please don't embarrass me.

"Class, we have a new student, Stella" he started. "Now since I'm nice, I'm gonna save you the embarrassment of introducing yourself and let you sit down."

Thank God.

I walked to the back and took my seat next to Musa, who was currently arguing with the guy on the other side of me.

"Oh get a life, Shields!" she whispered, narrowing her eyes at the guy.

I looked over and saw the same guy from this morning. I didn't really get a chance to look at him, since he was so fast to walk away. He had tan skin, chocolate brown eyes and hair, and a fringe that was sharply angled to his right eye.

"Says the girl who spends her time making noise" he said.

"You did not just call my music noise. I will fuck you up so badly, you'll be needing surgery" she growled, leaning over my desk.

She's a feisty one...should've expected that.

"Can't he see you?" I asked, pointing at the teacher who was oblivious to the catfight going on over here.

"Nope. Switched his glasses to short distance ones at the beginning of the year so he can't see whats going on in the back. He still hasn't realised" she said.

"Should've given him earplugs too, save him the excruciating pain of your voice" the guy scoffed.

I looked over to Musa, who was still angry but a there was a flash of hurt across her face.

"Damn, why are you so rude?" I asked.

"None of your business, blondie" he said.

"I have a name, douche" I said.

"Does it look like I care?" he asked.

"Why are you even sitting here, Brandon? Go sit with your friends" Musa said.

So that's his name - Brandon Shields.

"He has friends?" I asked, making Musa burst into laughter.

"I'm serious, how does he get friends with an attitude like that?" I asked.

"He hates girls, snaps at each and every one of them. But he's fine with guys" Musa said.

I would joke about how she said he was 'fine with guys' if you get what I mean, but he's gonna flip a table.

"Anyways, why are you sitting here?" I asked, repeating Musa's question.

"Yeah, tell her" Musa aksed.

"I'm only here to tell you to fuck off, because you may think your all that, but you haven't seen anything yet" he said.

"So you're officially 'declaring war' on me?" I asked jokingly.

"Yup" he said.

"You can't be serious dude" I said.

"Why, are you scared?" he smirked.

"Fine then, consider us enemies" I said.

"You better watch out, blondie" he said, before walking to another seat next to a group of guys.

"He's um..."

"Egoistic? Cruel? Cold hearted? Hot headed? I know. His friends are fine though, I mean the magenta haired one over there, Riven, he's my boyfriend." Musa said.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yup. And the blonde one is Sky, he's Bloom's boyfriend" she said.

"Who's Bloom?" I asked.

"She's my best friend, its normally just the two of us. But now we have you" she said.

"I didn't expect to make friends that fast, but okay" I said.

"Don't worry, not everyone is like Mr Sunshine over there" she said sarcastically, referring to Brandon.

"And then, guess what she said!" Musa said, sipping on her soda. We were currently in the cafeteria and I was sitting with Musa and Bloom.

Bloom's actually really sweet and positive and bubbly. She has cerulean blue eyes, long red hair and pale skin.

"What?" Bloom laughed.

"She said, um, wait...say it again Stel?" Musa said.

"I said, It's not my fault you're too blinded by your ego to see me walking" I repeated.

"Yup, too bad you missed it. You should have seen the look on his face, as if he was embarrassed because someone stood up to him" She said.

"Why is it such a big deal?" I asked.

"Well, Brandon's been jerk to girls since like forever" Bloom started. "No one really knows why, but apparently if you get into a fight with him, he will ruin you"

"Yeah, he finds out your weakness and then uses that to destroy you" Musa added.

"He must have some dark history then" I said.

"Yep, but you'll survive because you have us. And if he tries to do anything, Musa has whipped cream and rubber ducks in her bag" Bloom said.

"Rubber ducks?" I asked.

"For throwing at a guy's balls" she said.

"Ouch" I laughed.

"What up people" A guy said, taking a seat opposite me. He had sea green eyes, dirty blonde hair and tan skin, and was pretty good looking if you asked me.

"Stella, meet Liam. Liam, meet Stella" Bloom said.

"Wait, Stella as in the new student who roasted Brandon this morning?" he asked.

"Yup" I nodded.

Damn, why is is that big of a deal?

I mean, it's as if I was the first ever person in this school to talk back to him - well except Musa of course.

"You can call him Mustard by the way" Musa said.

"That was one time Muse, ONE TIME!" he huffed.

"What was one time?" I asked.

"Well, one day we were eating at Burger King and he accidentally spilt mustard on his shirt, and then this old woman who was probably off her meds saw him and started running around yelling 'Mustard Boy'. We couldn't stop laughing for like 3 hours. Ever since then we nicknamed him Mustard." Bloom said.

"Or you can call him Lia, Lee Lee, Lima bean, whatever floats your boat" Musa said.

"I'll stick with Liam" I said.

"Thank you" he said, glaring at Musa.

"So Stella, how exactly did you wind up here?" Liam asked.

"Well, I used to live in Miami with my parents, but after they divorced I stayed with my dad there. After a year, they decided it would 'beneficial' for me to live with my mom and her boyfriend here in Gardenia" I said.

"Something tells me you don't really like your mom's new guy" Bloom said.

"I only met him yesterday, so I'm still trying to figure him out. But we're cool for now because he's a good cook and always gets pizza. Like always." I said.

"You're making me hungry" Musa pouted.

"But you're eating already..." Bloom said.

"I know, but she's still making me hungry" she shrugged.

"Which way do you live?" Bloom asked, as we walked out of school.

"That way, like near the park" I said, pointing to the road which I was going to walk home by.

"You do? I live down there too, I'll walk with you" Liam said.

"I'll text you later" Musa said, as she walked off with Bloom in the opposite direction.

"Okay bye" I said, as I started to walk with him.

"You know, you look kinda familiar" I said, examining his face.

"I do? Maybe you've seen my parents, they're like wilderness explorers and they made a documentary about rare hybrids like ligers and zorses and zonkeys" he said.

"Yeah probably. Your parents sound awesome though" I said.

"Yep, but they're in Madagascar for a 1 year expedition, so I live with my cousin and his parents. I wanted to come with them, but they were all 'you can't miss your education' and that" he said.

We continued to talk a bit more, until we reached his house.

"So, I'll see ya tomorow?" he asked.

"Yeah...wait. What is he doing here?" I said, as Brandon walked towards us.

"I live here. What are you doing here" he asked.

"Hold up. You live with your cousin. And Brandon is your cousin. And you live here?" I asked.

"Correct" Liam said.

"That means-"

"Hey, Stel. Your mom told me to tell you lunch is in the fridge, and that she's working night shifts all week, and I have practice so I'll see you tomorow?" Angelo said, as he walked out the door with a duffel bag.

"Okay thanks" I said.

"Bye kid" he said, ruffling my hair before getting into his car.

"You live like right next door? Thats dope" Liam said.

"Dude what the fuck is wrong with you, how can that possibly be a good thing" Brandon groaned.

"Shut up, she's right in front of you" Liam said, shoving him into the door.

"Oh joy" I said sarcastically.

This war is gonna be a lot harder than I thought...

Soo, how was that? It's still Christmas where I live (20 mins till midnight), so this story is like a present for you all 😂. I have tons of ideas for this story so I'll try updating asap. Remember to review ;P