I woke up late. Again.

The housekeeper Annette wasn't going to be here today, so I knew it was my responsibly to set my alarm. And of course I was so busy watching the latest James Cameron movie, that I forgot. James Cameron was one of my favorite Directors. In my personal opinion he's always doing things that seem to big or lager than life. It's also what makes him and all of his movies so great. I don't know what I'd do if the Titanic wasn't in my DVD collection when I was feeling lonely.

But anyway, now I had to jump out of bed, and practically run to my closet. I found a simple pair of dark faded jeans and a dark tee. I wasn't really into fashion. It wasn't my thing. I went to my vanity mirror and applied some eyeliner, brown to make it look more natural versus flashy, swiped some mascara on, and dabbed lip-gloss onto my lips.

After getting my worn converse on, I ran down the long spiral staircase. Our house -despite the lack of people living in it- was huge.

Why does my father buys large houses when he himself barely lives there, is beyond me. He mentioned something once when I asked him about it. He said it makes us look like a nice family. It's why he hires maids, butlers, and people to clean the pool once a week and mow the lawn of our huge bare backyard. It's also why I get driven to school by our driver Milos, to keep up the charade that I'm well looked after and cared for properly. It makes me want to puke what my father will pay to make it look like were normal.

If only he and everyone else knew how not normal I was. If they only knew the truth about me and what I live with everyday. About what I could do. It would scare them senseless. I wondered if it would scare them more than it scared me.

When I got into the car, Milos had his black sun glasses on, he said it made him look tough, but we both knew the truth, he was just a big softy.

"Late again."

I nodded sighing.

"It's not my fault Avatar was such a great movie. And you know very well that I can't stop a movie in the middle. The suspense would of killed me. I wouldn't of been able to sleep anyways."

He only smiled and muttered something about teenagers and their weird fazes.

I ate my strawberry pop tart that I snuck in the car, being careful not to let Milos see I was eating on his precious leather.

I looked out the window dreading as the time passed to quickly, knowing I would have to get out of the car soon.

People usually stared.

I mean, it's not everyday that someone gets dropped off in a limo. Again an act of my father keeping up the charade.

It's embarrassing though, I begged him to let me walk. It was only a few miles from our house to the school, but he just gave me a stern look and said, "Chloe, now what kind of father would I look like if I let my only daughter walk to school alone?" The question wasn't suppose to be followed by an answer, but it still didn't stop me from muttering, "A normal one." before stomping up to my room and slamming the door.

I tried sneaking out early just so I didn't have to ride in that awful limo, but Milos always catches me. And the worst part is that dad makes sure Milos drops me off right in front of the school, so the whole school gets to see 'the apparent rich stuck up kid' being escorted in her daddy's 'million dollar money bucket'.

I got lucky today, because since I was late, only a handful of students were left on the school steps and most of them were running before the bell gave it's final ring. But there were always a few left behind just so they wouldn't have to go into school so early. Those were the ones that looked at the limo as Milos pulled up to the curb.

I swallowed nervously and gave him a nervous wave as I got out of the limo, slamming the door behind me. I walked a few feet, before I felt my messenger bag slipping off my shoulder. As I hiked it up, I wasn't looking where I was going and slammed into something- hard- and being unable to catch my balance, fell to ground.

"Watch where you're going." A deep voice ground out, lowly.

Disorientated, I tried to pick up my contents that had spilled out of my bag during the fall, and when the voice spoke, I looked up, way up into a set of narrowed, piercing, green eyes. And they weren't just any green eyes.

No they were the most vivid green eyes I had ever seen.

I know I must of looked insane.

Here I was splattered on a concrete floor and practically gawking up at this stranger with the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen, no doubt I had just ran into him and had been knocked down in the process.

But I still couldn't speak.

This guy was large, I couldn't tell if he was muscular or just overweight because he was wearing an oversized sweat shirt. His black hair was hanging in front of his face, he was in desperate need of a haircut. There was a few blemishes that covers his face, but it looked like he was getting help for it because it didn't seem that noticeable.

"God, bro, it was an accident. Here let me help you." This voice belonged to a different boy, he was shorter than the one that knocked me down, and when I looked at his face as he bent down to help me I did a double take. He had just called the other guy bro, but they couldn't be brothers. He was Asian, and had blonde hair, and his eyes were dark. He was cute.

"T-tthanks," I managed to get out, but my voice seemed to not be working with me. "Are you g-guyy-ys new here?"

He smiled. "Yeah, just starting today. I'm Simon, and the guy next to me is my brother Derek who seems to have misplaced his manners."

I glanced at Derek, wondering if I was missing the resemblance or any kind of indignation that they were related.

Simon must have seen this because he laughed. "Derek's my foster brother."

I tried to smile, but it probably looked like a grimace. "Right."

Simon handed me my bag and we both got off the ground.

"Well, thanks," I said to Simon and then glanced at Derek, "S-sorry for r-running into you."

He didn't say anything or even gave an indication that he heard me. He was just staring straight ahead, looking at the front doors of the school, with the a deep scowl, like those doors had deeply offended him in some way.

Simon sort of coughed/cleared his throat and then gave me a dazzling smile. "Well, Chloe, we should probably go get our schedules, and get to class. But I have a feeling we'll see you around."

I nodded, and the three of us made our way into the school.

When it was time for me to head down the hall to my first period class I felt eyes on my back. And sure enough, as I turned around I caught Derek who was following Simon into the office, stop and he just stared.

At me with those green eyes, and I stared back.

And I felt strange, like he could see right into me, and could see my secret.

When he noticed we were just staring at each other in the empty hallway he glared at me, and went into the office.

And I went my own way down the hall thinking about those penetrating green eyes.