Hey, this is a new story. Gonna keep his note short. Hope you like it!


America POV:

I pressed my binders to my chest as I slipped into my first class. I double checked my schedule then glanced up at the board. Yup, right class. I had made that mistake on multiple accounts when starting a new school.

I slipped into a seat in the back in the near empty classroom and arranged my stuff. Binder's under my desk and a sharpened pencil at the ready. Slowly, students began to trickle in and sit down. None paid much attention to me, losing themselves in their own conversations. I twirled a piece of my red hair as I waited.

I didn't mind too much. This wasn't my first time being the new girl. At my last school I had a lot of good and bad. I had started dating a popular guy named Aspen. He had bright green eyes that I could get lost in for hours. But of course, this had gained me the attention of Bariel. A girl determined to make my life miserable. And when Aspen broke up with me I was ready to leave. And determined to not make the same mistake again.

Suddenly, someone plopped next to me and waved her hand in front of my face. I snapped out of my reverie looking at the heart shaped blonde girl. She was smiling brightly.

"Hey, you okay? You seemed a little dazed."

I smiled. Just because I didn't want to involve myself with popular guys didn't mean I couldn't have friends. Right? And this girl seemed sweet. I turned myself in my desk.

"Just thinking. I'm new."

"I figured," she extended her hand cheerily, " I'm Marlee."

"America," I shook her hand. She shook it then gestured to the guy beside her.

"That's my boyfriend Carter," at his name the boy looked up from his phone and gave her a smile, eyes glistening, and waves at me. She grinned back and I felt both happy and intruding. I wonder if I would ever find a guy like that. I had thought Aspen had been that guy. She turns back to me her face brightening.

"Hey, you should sit with us at lunch! I can introduce you to my friends."

"That sounds great!" Who was I to decline the first kind person I had met? She nodded just as the bell rang. The classes before lunch were less then eventful. There were some people I caught giving me odd glances and in most classes I would sit in the back and mind my own business. Marlee hadn't been in any of my other classes.

Right after the lunch bell rang a blonde streak appeared next to me, "America!" I laughed at her enthusiasm. Carter had his arm wrapped around her waist as he talked to a tall dark haired boy.

" You're still eating lunch with us, right?"

"You're the only people I know, Marlee," I laughed. She nodded then turned and kissed Carter on the cheek before the two guys left to go in the other direction. She grabbed my arm and began to drag me to the lunchroom.

The lunchroom was reasonably packed. Many students were already sitting with their lunch and a long line stretched the length of the cafeteria. I was glad I had brought lunch today. As small as it might be. Marlee leads me to a table where a group of girls are already sitting. She waves to them excitedly and they all wave back. Suddenly, I feel a bit nervous of meeting all of them. She sits down in a chair beside an extremely pretty girl and pulls me down with her.

"Everybody," she announces, seven heads all turn to her, " This is America!" Then their heads turn to me. I flush a little and give a small wave. The beautiful girl smirks and sticks out her hand.

"I'm Celeste." I recognize her from a few of my classes. The rest of the girls spoke after her. Almost as if rehearsed.

"Elise," a dark haired Chinese girl smiled.

"Natalie."

"Tiny."

"Hannah." When they all finish they turn back to their conversations. However, Celeste turns to me, bending over Marlee who is already eating. Marlee rolls her eyes and keeps chewing.

"Anybody caught your eye yet," she smiles flirtatiously. I shook my head.

"Well…" she's cut off by an abrupt ceasing on conversation at our table. I turn to look at the object that had stopped their conversation. Or actually, the person. It was a blonde haired boy with chocolate brown eyes. And judging by his clothes he was both hot and rich. There was no denying this boy was the most popular guy in school. He carried all the traits of one.

"Who's that?" I whispered to Celeste.

"That's Kriss. She's nice until you get on her bad side," I turn my gaze to the brown haired beauty that's draped over his arm. He's smiling as she talks to another person, "Then she's a bitch who had no problem clawing you up and tossing you out."

"Celeste," Marlee draws.

"Come on! You know it's true. Remember when I dated Maxon."

"Is that the guy?" Celeste looks up at the blonde haired guy who is sitting now, Kriss telling him something enthusiastically.

"That's Maxon." Celeste smiles giving me a knowing smirk.

Maxon POV:

I like Kriss. I really do. It's just sometimes when she gets overprotective and touchy that I get annoyed. And I couldn't say I wasn't glad to be released from her grips. This was the only class I didn't have with her. I slipped into Calculus, ignoring the whispers of the girls around me. I slipped into a seat in the back near Celeste.

She nodded at me and I nodded hello back. I had dated her a long time ago. Our parents were friends. But we weren't good together. So we had accepted a mutual breakup and become friends. I stared at the front of the class when suddenly I saw her.

She was dressed modestly compared to the other girls. Her bright red hair cascaded around her oval shaped face. Her blue eyes striking. She scanned the classroom and I saw Celeste waive her over. She smiled, her whole face brightening. She weaved through the desks and sat right beside me. My breath caught in my throat.

As she sat down I turned to her, "Hey." I said smoothly. She turned to me surprised, her eyes widened and she smiled softly.

"Hi?"

"I'm Maxon. Are you new?"

"America," I let the name sit in the back of my head. " Yeah." I nodded. And she turned away. Celeste looked past her, her eyes narrowing at me. I shrugged. The day past slowly after that. America was in some of my other classes but she didn't look up once. And I couldn't deny that I hadn't looked at her. Much to the words of Kriss. Whose grip would probably form a bruise on my arm. Right as I stepped out of school my phone pinged.

Celeste: Saw you ogling America. What's the deal? ;) I rolled my eyes.

Maxon: I wasn't ogling.

Celeste: Don't lie Max.

Maxon: Fine, I think I might like her.

Celeste: Woah there, what about Kriss.

Maxon: I was planning to break up with her soon. This is different.

Celeste: Woahhhhh

Celeste: Max is in loveee. I smiled.

Maxon: I don't know. But I already like her.

Celeste: Well, she's better than Kriss. I approve.

Maxon: You approve?

Maxon: Does she like me?

Celeste: Idk

Celeste: You just have to up the charm.

Maxon: I'm already charming.

Celeste: Sure, pretty boy.

Celeste: But if you hurt her. I'll rip you apart. And if Kriss hurts her, I'll rip you both apart.

Maxon: Now I'm scared.

Celeste: You should be.

Celeste: Go get em, cowboy.

I chuckled, slipping my phone into my pocket. I had Celeste's blessing. This would have to go right. And maybe it was love, he had never felt this way about someone before. Never so suddenly. And he wasn't going to mess this up. She wasn't like other girls. They'd start as friends. And then he'd ask her out.

He felt his palms get clammy at the thought. He got this. Right?


How was it? I know it was a little slow but there's a MAXAMERICA moment coming! Don't forget to read and review. Love you all!

DQ: Will America accept his friendship? Will Maxon be able to ask her out? Will Celeste end up ripping someone apart? Who?

- Fae