A/N: SO I had this great idea for a new story. I'm going to take a break from my other story "permanent record". Don't worry though, I'll still continue it. I really hope you guys like this one.

Claire POV:

My name is Claire Lyons. I am 17 years old. Have blue eyes. An annoying brother, 13 years of age. Two amazing parents, (My dad owns a business, and my mom is a party planner). And an obsession with candy.

OH yeah. I'm also the new girl, to a private school by the name of BOCD. I also have no idea what that stands for.

BOCD. The name rang in my head. I had been imagining my entrance to my new school ever since my parents told me we were moving. And I had been thinking about it ever since.

Don't get me wrong though. Its not like I was excited about entering 11th grade in the middle of the year. Because I wasn't. I was just excited to maybe meet new people.

So I decided to come to school 15 minutes earlier. So here I am, in the school's cafeteria, at 7:45. Dressed in a simple skinny jeans and a tank top, with a loose cardigan. You can probably tell, I wasn't the most fashionable person in the entire world.

I was getting stares from almost everybody in my area. I couldn't tell if they were happy to see a new student, or was I just another fling in their social lives. Either way, I didn't exactly feel comfortable under their intense stares.

I was seated at a random table, praying that I wasn't 'stealing' some persons seat, and going through my schedule. Everything seemed to be in order. I have all honors and 2 AP classes. I sighed happily thinking that, even if I don't have a great social life in this school, I was guaranteed a spot in a top notch college.

I sounded like such a nerd.

As more students filed in, I noticed how the amounts of stares I was earning had increased. I swear I think I was turning red. I flipped my blonde hair and placed it over my shoulder. My nicely styled side bangs fell on my face and I swept them away.

"CLAIRE!" I heard my name being shouted from some place far from where I was sitting. I turned around and scammed the cafeteria for the person.

Todd. My brother. Was shouting my name. Adding additional stares. Like I needed the attention.

As I walked to my brothers place, I felt more and more eyes.

Has anyone never seen a new girl. God.

When I reached my destination, Todd's smile was evident. He better have a good reason for calling me over like this.

"What Todd?" I said sternly.

He made a fake sad face.

"Is that how you treat you're little brother? Besides I just wanted to say 'hi'."

I rolled my eyes. "Look Todd. When I drove you here in my car, do you not remember the promise you made me?" When he didn't say anything, I continued.

"You said you wouldn't talk to me unless it was something extremely important. Example: Someone dying."

"But Claire…. This is more important than someone dying." He whined.

I raised my eyebrows.

"I don't know anybody here, and I don't want to look like a complete loner the first day of school." he said quietly, making sure no one could hear us.

"How do you think its going to make me look if I was hanging out with my little brother?" I asked. He thought about it.

"Well….. Seeing as I am a sexy beast, I'm guessing you're going to be extremely popular if you sit next to me.

He said it so seriously, I couldn't stop a laugh.. He had a good point. Not about being a sexy beast. But about looking like loners. I looked around the Cafeteria. I spotted one vacant table and I ushered Todd to it. We both took our seats.

I busied myself with my phone. Todd opened a bag of skittles and gave me a few. I thanked him.

"Don't look now, but a girl is coming this way." I heard Todd say casually.

I looked anyways. A girl with long black hair and big green eyes, was making her way to us. She had on a very interesting shirt on. It had a frog that was saying "Cut class, not us" or something. She also had a funny looking hat.

She also was wearing a smile. Which, in my books, count as something better than outer appearance.

She stuck her hand out once she reached to us. I met it with mine.

"Hey. My name is Layne Abeley. Your new here?"

"Is it that obvious?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Kind of. I just wanted to welcome you here. Can I sit down?"

"Sure. And thanks for welcoming me. So far I don't think I've seen a single smile directed towards me."

"Don't worry." She said eyeing my brother who was sorting skittles by the color on the table. "Their probably jealous."

I was kind of taken aback by that one.

"Why in gods name would they be jealous of me?" I asked, still in shock.

"Well. For starters, you my friend, are the new girl."

I was confused. "So?"

"So," She said as if it were obvious, "Everybody is interested in the new girl. Second, you have the looks to qualify for an Alpha."

"An…..Alpha?" I said, perplexed.

"Yup. An alpha. That's like the head of the school. EVRYBODY respects the Alpha. it's the rule." She looked around and pointed her fingers at somebody. "That brunette over there is the Alpha of BOCD. Massie Block. That's her whole group."

I looked at where her finger was pointing. A group of girls, our age. The were…..stunning. I could tell why people were so crazy about them. They looked perfect.

Layne wagged her finger in my face. "Don't get nervous. They can sense it. Act confident. Raise your eye brows a lot. Their the queens of the school. I wouldn't get on Massie's bad side."

"Thanks. But I think I'll stay with just being Claire." I snatched a few more skittles from Todd, and the bell rang. I waved good-byes to them both and made my way to my next class.

As I passes their tables, I noticed their stares. I tried to do what Layne said. I held my head up high and walked past them.

"Who is she?" I head one of them ask.

"We'll have to find out." I think it was Massie who answered this time.

In Biology:

My biology class room….looked like a green house. Plants were everywhere and so were animals (In cages obviously). I made my way to the professor to introduce myself.

"My name is Claire Lyons. I'm new here. Would you mind showing me to a open seat." I said confidently. Talking to teachers was 'my thing'. It was easy. All you had to do was act like you know what your talking about and say it sweetly.

He looked up at me and smiled.

"Good morning Claire. Welcome to the land of Biology." He said enthusiastically.

I smiled. I watched him flip through some papers.

"You will sit next to Mr. Fisher." He said.

Like I was supposed to know who that was.

"I'm sorry sir, but like I said, I am new here. I don't really know who that is."

"Sorry. Slipped my mind." He scanned the classroom obviously looking for him. When he didn't find him he shook his head.

"late again. That boy has no sense of timing." He marked something on his paper, and lead me to the seat. I situated myself, taking out my science binder and a lead pencil.

As the professor lectured the class about 'Life's greatest Miracles', I sort of zoned out. I was a good student, however, I had the concentration capacity of a 5 year old. Not very long.

20 minutes into the lecture, Someone walked into the classroom.

"Mr. Fisher, you are late again." The professors' disappointed voice was heard.

So this was the famous Fisher character. He was dressed in a black Lacrosse jacket and dark wash jeans. His dark hair fell on his face, casting a shadow over his eyes.

"Sorry Sir. Alarm didn't ring."

"Again?"

"Yup. About time I got that thing checked." He was very bold, and I could tell already he was the class's bad boy. Or class clown. Whichever fit.

"I'm sorry Fisher, but that's 3 ;ate days in a row. Detention after school."

He mumbled something underneath his breath, and made his way to his seat.

His eyes landed on me. He sat down and continued to look. I turned to him.

"Is something on my face?" I asked him politely. "You've been staring at it for a while." I noticed his eyes were blue and green.

He smirked. "Feisty one we have here. You're the new girl I'm presuming?"

"Yeah. But I prefer to go by the name Claire." I turned away, forcing myself to pay attention to the teacher.

"Well, my name is Cam if you were interested." He said, trying to get my attention.

"Actually, I really am not interested. We should be paying attention." I tried again to not give in to his intent stare.

"You." he said in my ear, "Are extremely pretty." I couldn't tell if he was teasing me or being honest. Either way, my cheeks turned red.

"Look here." He said with a smirk. "We have a blusher. I think I'll call you Cherry."

I don't think I could have turned redder than I already was.

Throughout that class, he continued to pester me. No matter how much I hinted that I wanted to not talk to him.

As the minutes ticked by, Cam sort of gave up. I saw him from the corner of my eye staring at me. I wish he wouldn't. I didn't enjoy that kind of attention from a person a barely knew.

BRRRIIINNNNNGGGGGGGG

"OK Class." The professor shouted over the hustling of student. "Please write an essay explaining how fertilization occurs." There was a chorus of groans. Including mine. I just started school and I already had a one page essay.

As I was heading out the door, I heard someone shouting my name.

"Cherry!" Cam's voice was heard through the hallway of students. "Cherry wait up." I quickened my pace. This guy couldn't get a hint.

"I told you to wait. Not walk faster." He said annoyed.

"Sorry. I didn't hear you that well." I said casually. "And by the way, I think I mentioned before that my name is Claire. Not Cherry. Claire."

"Sorry. But I like Cherry better. I was just wondering what class you have."

"English." I said, trying to finish the conversation.

"Sucks. We don't have the same second block."

I did a happy dance in my head.

"That's pretty depressing." I said sarcastically. "Well I should get going. Don't want to be late."

I didn't give him a chance to respond. Instead I ran to my next class. Layne saw me and waved me over as I entered. I sat down beside her.

"I just saw you walking down the hall with Fisher. Whats the deal?" I could tell she had been dying to ask me that.

I shrugged. "Its no big deal. He's actually kind of annoying."

Layne was taken aback.

"I understand your new here and all…..but Cam is a Greek god. He is the bad boy of the school."

"He's a bad boy?" I scrunched my eyebrows.

"Yup." Layne said nodding fast. "Everyone knows that."

I didn't respond to that. Firstly because the teacher started the lesson, and secondly because I should have known. I mean the signs are there.

1. As we were in the hallway, he winked at almost every girl, or said 'hi' just to see them blush.

2. He acts like a bad boy

3. He is definitely gorgeous. I cant deny that.

4. He's supposedly popular.

I was so naïve. But it doesn't matter. Its not like I wanted to get to know him. I just met him..

So for the rest of the school day I decided to concentrate on making new friends.

But its hard to be in the same lunch room as him. Take it from me.

So there I was, minding my own business, talking with a group of friends I had just met. They had invited me over to the table, and we were having a swell old time when I Heard my name being called. Well, kind of my name.

"CHERRY!" His voice could be heard from the middle of the cafeteria.

Layne, Meena, and Heather looked at me like I was some alien.

"I never knew your name was Cherry." Heather said, obviously confused.

"Its not." I said plainly.

"Then why is Cam Fisher calling you that." Layne said in shock. "Not to mention, why is he even talking to you."

"Gee thanks." I said sarcastically, as Cam made his way towards us.

Please, please, make him not come to this table. Please make him call another girl Cherry. Please!

"Hello Cherry." He said sweetly.

"Hi." I didn't show any enthusiasm what so ever.

"Wondering if you wanted to chill with me and my buds over there." He pointed to some table, but I didn't even look. I Shook my head fast.

"No thanks. I'm fine right over here, and am way to lazy to walk all the way over there." I said quickly.

He made a weird face. I don't think he took me seriously.

"Ok." He said. "I'll carry you." He made a move to pick me up and I jumped up.

"Come one more step and I'll scream rape." I said seriously.

He did a smirk.

"You wouldn't."

"Don't try me."

"Have it your way Lyons."

"Thank you." I said curtly.

As he made his way to his table, I heard a few of his friends whistle, and he took a bow.

Total Bad boy. No doubt.

Layne, Meena, and Heather had watched our conversation the whole time. Before they could question me, I jumped into a new topic to talk about. I really didn't feel like explaining the relationship we had, even if I've only known him for less than a day.

As the school day ended and I was starting to walk back home (I don't ride buses and my mom and dad are at work) I heard him again.

"YO CHERRY. Wait up!"

Gawd save me now.

A/N: SO I hope you like it. I know I mentioned this, but I'm still going to update my other story, I'm not going to forget it or anything. Please update! The more reviews the faster I'll update! THANKS!