A story about 4 teenage girls who find love while they're in high school... and with people that are not expected. How will they manage when many of the people around them don't approve of their relationships? Spoby, Ezria, Haleb, and Paily

Chapter 1

Caleb POV

I am so sick of living this way. I still want to meet my dad, but I never will. I have no place to stay. I live on the streets of Rosewood in Pennsylvania, sleeping anywhere I can, getting part time jobs, and showering at public places. I just need to go somewhere where I feel secure. I put the few belongings that I have managed to collect down at the bus station, where I am sleeping tonight. I usually settle my stuff down at the bus station once the lights go off and no one is here anymore. I lay down on the bench at the station, throwing my blanket over my body.

"You can't just leave me like that!" a girl yells. "How could you? If you walk away from me... Dad! Dad! Mom and I want you to come home. Can you just get on that bus and come back? I didn't think you were serious. I don't care if the station is closed. Come back tomorrow then! Just come home! Don't you dare hang up on me, Dad! Dad! I can't bel—"

I look all around. There's a blonde girl that is certainly frustrated with her dad. She shoves her phone into her purse. That stupid girl thinks she has problems. At least she has parents who want her, a stable home, money, and the necessities of life. From what I can see in the dark, she's wearing designer clothing. How can she act like she has so many troubles? I know that girl. She's Hanna Marin, a really popular girl that goes to my school. I'm so annoyed that she thinks she has so many problems! What about people with real problems like me? Jesus Christ!

"I hate you, Dad!" she screams, kicking a trash can angrily. "I can't believe you! I hate you!" She turns and sees me. "Who the hell are you?" She's so freaked out that she's not alone. "Are you spying on me?" She takes a step back, startled. She thinks that I'm watching her? She's the one who intruded on my sleep!

"This is where I sleep, Princess," I say bitterly, rolling my eyes. "Not everyone has an expensive home like you. I'm not here for you, so no need to be so conceited. You're the one who intruded my night time sleep." I shut my eyes and shut her out. But she doesn't seem to be comprehending what I'm saying.

"You live at a bus station?" she asks, surprised. "What about your life? Friends? School? All that good stuff. You're running away from your parents or something? It would be smart to go back home instead of being a run away. Your parents love you."

"I go to school. We go to the same school, too, but you probably don't know who I am because I'm practically invisible. Caleb Rivers, if you care enough. And go back to my parents? Problem is, I don't know where the hell they are," I say, and she grins at me. What? Does she think she can play detective and help me?

"Sorry I don't know who you are, but I can help you find your house since you're lost!" she exclaims brightly. "I've been living here for a long time, I know this town inside and out. Come on, get your stuff. I'll take you home, Caleb." I scoff. She really thinks she can find my parents? I guess I wasn't clear enough when I said that I don't know where the hell they are.

"Sweet heart, there's another problem with that," I say. "I'm not a run away. My parents gave me up when I was younger. I'm not a run away, I'm an orphan without a foster home. They left me with some strange people, I grew up with them until I was thirteen, and then they didn't want me anymore, so they just dropped me off, and I've been living solo ever since that day. And there's my life story summarized for you, doll."

She looks at me intensely and asks, "They just gave you up like that? And you've been living all by yourself for three, nearly four, years? That's... that's terrible!"

I shrug my shoulders.

"Well, here's something you can probably learn from my story," I say. "Life isn't a bowl of sugar plums, magic rainbows, and ponies for everyone. Some people are just luckier than others."

Ezra POV

I sigh heavily as the bell rings and the fleets of students jet out of my classroom. The day is finally done! I grab my red pen from my bag, and get out all the papers I have to grade. Once I'm done with grading these essays, I can finally go home. I start to look at a paper by Noel Kahn, which is at the top of the stack when my classroom door creaks open. It's a student from my first period class—Aria Montgomery. She's quite a poetic girl who seems to really enjoy English.

"Hello Miss Montgomery," I greet, putting my red pen down on my desk gently. "What can I help you with? Is everything all right?" I look up and see the worry on her face. She certainly looks like she's struggling to tell me what she needs to say. "Miss Montgomery."

"Right, sorry," she says. "Mr. Fitz, I have been thinking a lot... Um, there's this short story writing contest, and I actually would really like to enter it."

"Wow! Wonderful!" I exclaim. "That's great, I'm very happy that you're aspiring to write a short story for this contest. Is there something in particular you need? A signature from an English teacher? You name it, and I can help you."

"Actually," Aria begins, pressing her lips together. "I need help... writing the story."

Paige POV

Now that school had ended, swim practice has just began. I go into the locker room and get my bathing suit from my bag. I start to pull my shirt over my head when I feel a tap on my shoulder. Who is it? I look back, and it's one of the star swimmers on the team—Emily Fields, with the record times. She's a big competition for me, since scouts only look for a few people per school, and they're obviously going to want her. She has some of the best times!

"Hey there, Paige," she says politely (Emily Fields has always been a very poised and polite, as well as shy, girl). "I was wondering if you... if you... um... could unzip my dress for me." I tense up. Usually girls don't ask me for that kind of stuff. I don't know why, but I feel sort of weird doing this. I nod my head, and she smiles. "Thank you!"

I go to her back side, and my hands meet the zipper of her dress. I slowly and cautiously unzip it, revealing her very muscular back side. She steps out of the dress right in front of me, revealing her athletic and toned body. She's left in only her lingerie, which she's soon going to undress out of as well... Wait, why do I care? It's not like I'm going to see her do that. Wait, that's not even the point! I don't even care what she does. We're all friends on this swim team. It's nothing weird. Seeing her in her bra and panties is just like seeing her in a bikini, which shouldn't be weird at all, since we are both swimmers.

"Thank you so much, Paige," Emily says, and walks away from a very tense me.

All through swim practice, I can't help but stare at her gorgeously tan and athletic body. Why have I never noticed how good she looks when she swims? God, I love the way her body moves in the water! I love how tight her swim suit is against her body. She even looks hot with her swim cap covering all of her luscious hair—

"McCullers!" Coach Fulton yells. "Jesus Christ, do you want me to sit you out at the next meet? You're up, McCullers. What has you so distracted? Get in there and give me a good time!" I nod my head, shaking off any thoughts of Emily as I try to do a good dive into the water.

"Good work, Fields," I hear Coach Fulton say as I return to the surface. "Hey McCullers, no slacking off like you just did at the meet. Got it, woman?"

I nod my head weakly. Why does Emily have to be such a distraction? It's not like she's a cute boy or anything. I don't understand why I love her body so much. It's infatuating!

Ezra POV

"Thank you for all your help, Mr. Fitz," Aria says, collecting all her draft papers for her short story. "This really inspired me. A teacher and a student romance story... It's going to be great." I nod my head and smile. "Can I come again tomorrow for more help?" I nod my head again. How can I say no to her and her big hazel eyes, flawless skin, flowy hair, bubbly personality, an— Get it together, Ezra! She's your freaking student.

"Of course," I say with a weak smile. "I'm happy to help. Aria, you're welcome here any time you need help with anything."

"That's good to know," she says, and shoves her short story folder into her book bag.

She's about to get up from my desk. I can't help myself. I'm such a pervert! I lean over and kiss her gently. Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap! I pull back quickly. I cannot believe I just let myself kiss my innocent student. What if she tells Principal Hackett? I could lose my job for kissing her.

"S-sorry!" I cry.

"Oh, uh, it's okay," she mumbles, getting up quicker now. She's blushing as she walks to the door. "Goodbye. I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Fitz."

Toby POV

After finishing my history report at the library, I leave and start walking towards my motorcycle. As I'm walking back, I accidentally bump into some girl. Holy crap, this is not good! I bump into Spencer Hastings! She's extremely popular, and she will probably ruin my life and tell everyone what a klutz I am. I'm already an outcast at school.

"I'm sorry!" I cry, picking up her books.

To my surprise, she just laughs.

"It's okay," she says, smiling at me. "Toby, right?"

I nod my head, baffled she knows my name.

"I'm Spencer," she says. "Whoa there, nice motorcycle. So, you're a bad boy, huh?" I tense up. Does she like bad boys or something?

"Well... I don't really think I'm bad, but..." I mumble.

"I'm kidding," she says. "Maybe some day, you'll take me for a spin in that baby." She pats my chest as she walks off.

Okay, she is not mean at all. What was I thinking? She's far from a jerk! Jenna always tells me how awful and mean she is. I don't know much about Spencer Hastings, but I can tell she's nicer than Jenna says she is. Maybe I don't know the stuck up side of her, but she has a good side. And maybe I want to get to know all of her.