A/N: This is a Mimi x Jack fanfic! As you read the story, pretty early on, you will notice that I have well… very biased opinions. I absolutely loathe Schuyler (except when she's with Oliver ;D), just fyi. I also hate Bliss and almost every other character except Mimi, Jack, and Oliver… haha. But I will try to be nice about S & B. (the keyword is TRY) haha I just realized Schuyler and Bliss are S and B like Serena and Blaire from Gossip Girl. :] Oh and I only read up to the third book and I'm desperate to read the fourth, but I have to wait until my friend lends it to me. So to control my desperate needs to read the Van Alen Legacy, I decided to write a story that I've been wanting to write since a while ago.

PLEASE READ THIS: Notice, the characters names have been changed. This is due to the fact that this story takes place in another cycle of the characters! Also, this story takes place in "our world's time" as in like 2010/ 2011. Yes, yes, I know Blue Bloods take place in "our time" too, but just bear with it please. It may be a bit confusing at first, but do not fret! All will be revealed in due time my friends and readers. x]

As the young teen finally started to drift into slumber, after hours of struggling to fall asleep, she was welcomed by a bright ray of sun in her eyes. She was walking down the sidewalk in her new city, New York. This was a dream of course. In her dream, she was wearing a light pink Ralph Lauren polo shirt with the tiny logo embellished on her chest and her destroyed Stitched for Civilization iceberg skinny jeans. She had on her wrist a Prada clutch. She kept on walking down the sidewalk until she stopped in front of a huge mall where she was most likely waiting for someone. She saw through the eyes of this girl, a young man around the age of sixteen jog across the street. She was waving to him. Just as she was about to shout out his name, she woke up.

Mira Glenn has been having these almost flashback/ memory like dreams ever since she's turned fifteen two years ago. She has been living in the suburban Midwest her whole life until three months ago. Her father had insisted that she attend the Duchesne school for the elite. Duchesne had been a prestigious private academy for generations. Mira's entire family had attended the school. Now, according to her father Charles Glenn, it was her time to carry on the family tradition.

Duchesne had recently (as in the last ten years) been expanded into a boarding school due to the wide variety of students attending the school from different parts of the world. Or so they said. This was probably a façade. All the students ever did was party, do drugs, and get drunk. After they had their fun, they would usually get caught by paparazzi. Bad images spread like wildfire and the parents' reps were damaged. They were accused of having bad parental influence and no control on their kids. That's when the parents met, making a deal that the students can do whatever they please as long as whatever goes down at school, stays at school. And thus, Mira was tossed into this crazy world defenseless.

Mira reluctantly got up from her bed and washed up. She took a quick morning shower and dried her medium length platinum blonde hair that had shaggy layers with unevenly cut side swept bangs. She walked over to the almost vacant walk-in closet on her side of the room. Each student was given a queen sized bed to themselves, a delicately carved wooden study desk with a "twirly" chair made with probably the most expensive black leather you can find, a shared bathroom and flat screen television for you and your roommate, a bookshelf, and a private telephone line for each inhabitant.

Mira looked to her sad collection of clothes. Most of her clothes were on a vibrant color scale of grey-white-black-navy. Sarcasm intended. The clothes she owned mostly came from Abercrombie & Fitch, Hollister, Macy's, Bloomingdales, Urban Outfitters, and Vans which were all considered cheap and ugly compared to all the expensive and designer "In" clothing that the girls and boys alike wore in school which ranged from four to seven digits in cost. Sometimes for special occasions, her father would get her designer brand items like from Vera something, Jimmy Choi, Something about Jacobs and Marks, Valentine, and so on. Fashion wasn't Mira's strong point. Mira came from a well off family, her father being a well known business man and corporate leader back in the Midwest.

Mira sighed. She was never close to her parents. She never knew her mom too well for her father had divorced her when Mira was still a young child and her father was much too busy to her. On top of that, while the majority of students at the school visited their families on private vehicles and jets for mandatory family visits on the weekends, she stayed in her dorm. Life was dull.

Mira decided to wear a white Hollister tank under her navy blue school cardigan that had two marigold stripes on the upper part of her arm, and a patch of the school crest sewn on her chest. (Students were given and required to wear either a school cardigan, blazer, sweater vest or vest at all times during school hours) She randomly grabbed her dark blue faded size zero skinny jeans from Urban and put it on as she struggled to tie on her Keds. She put on a thin layer of mascara, navy eyeliner and C.O. Bigelow lip gloss. She put on a thick red headband and did a final mirror check. Mira looked at herself in the mirror one last time. She thought of the dream she had that morning. She thought of the girl. Every time she dreamt of her, it was like she was her. Seeing, feeling, tasting everything she did.

The girl's name was Mimi. She was the total opposite of Mira excluding the identical facial features, blonde hair, green eyes, and lean physique. Mimi had long blonde hair and was beautiful, strong, popular, intelligent, a bit obnoxious a lot of times, but confident. Mira looked at her reflection, feeling a bit discouraged as she packed her bag and left the dorm to go to class.

When Mira got to class, she quietly sat down at her desk in the far most corner next to the window. She took a peek around the room. She saw her dorm neighbor Shannon Van Alen socializing with her clique of the upper east side's most fab. The circle of friends included her boyfriend Jonathon "Jon" Force who was away at the moment and her best friend Blaire Llewellyn along with some others.

Mira was an outcast in this school. She could have been a loner too if the heavens hadn't blessed her with a loyal comrade, Chase Lennox. Chase was her best friend and her roommate. He had brown hair that was cut and styled in a emo-rocker hairstyle which included uneven side swept front bangs similar to her own. He wore black rimmed rectangular glasses and had the lightest icy blue eyes that she has ever seen. He had about ten piercings in total including the ones on his lip, tongue, and eyebrow. Mira felt a subtle attraction to him. He was good looking and Mira knew it although she refused to acknowledge it for it was like calling her dad hot... well she tried not to acknowledge it. And besides, Chase wouldn't like a girl like her. He was so exciting... rebellious... She was just plain and boring. She had nothing to offer to him. At first, Mira thought that the room pairings was the most scandalous arrangement ever. What school in their right mind paired roommates co-ed? She changed her mind later on. Having Chase in her life was the best thing that's ever happened to her. Chase always stayed at school on weekends to keep her company even though he could have been going home to see his family. She thanked God that she met Chase and for him being her roommate. Her stay at the school could have been even worse had he not been assigned as her room mate. The two got along from the start. Chase was like her twin. They both liked listening to rock, playing endless guitar hero, watching slasher movies, etcetera.

But with good things also comes bad things. She had no idea why, but Shannon Van Alen seemed to be after her since day one. On her first day when she got introduced to their AP English class, she remembers Shannon waiting after class for her.

'"I- I don't know how you're still here Mimi, and I don't know what made you decide to come back, but I suggest you stay from 'us' if you don't want to get hurt again."' she had threatened nervously. Mira could tell that Shannon felt uncomfortable saying this. She didn't look like a mean girl.

'"I don't know who or what the hell you think you are, bitch. But you better watch what you say to strangers. You wouldn't want to get yourself into any unnecessary trouble."' she had whispered back into her ear. '"And for the record, the name's Mira. Get it memorized."' she said as she glared at the girl with her cold, green eyes and turned to walk away.

'"I'm- I'm sorry. I must've got the wrong person."' she said with a stutter than walked the other way. After that, Shannon never spoke to Mira again.

Mira's thoughts were interrupted when she felt a soft tap on her shoulder. She turned her head to see who it was although she already knew who it was.

"Did you miss me babe?" said the familiar face as he wrapped his arms around her.

"Of course." she said sarcastically. "The five minutes we haven't been together was too long. Where have you been my love?" she joked

"Oh puhleaseee. You are such a bitch, how could you not wake me up? I was almost late to class." he said trying to sound appalled.

"I'm sorry, but the last time I checked, I was your best friend. Not your mom. Why? Did the wittle baby need help picking out his clothes again?" she cooed in a mocking voice.

"Oooooh. You did not go there." he said as he took a seat beside her desk. "So, what do you want to order for dinner tonight? It's fast food Friday and your turn to pick." he said.

"Hm… I'm feeling Popeyes Chicken."

"DEVIL!" he shouted. "You know I only eat from KFC!" he exclaimed dramatically as he pointed a finger at her accusingly.

"Well, my word is law. At least for dinner tonight." she sneered with a smirk.

"That's it. It's sushi next week." he said angrily.

"NO! I can't stand raw fish!" she shrieked.

"You like raw meat, so I don't get how you think raw fish is so gross."

"They are COMPLETELY different things."

"Ha to the ha my dear. Karma is a bitch. And as our ten commandments go, thou shalt eat whatever the appointed roomie chooses to eat on fast food Friday."

"Psh. Ohhh whatever." she said.

"Haha. So what's big shindig happening over in the world of face lifts and plastic surgery?" Chase asked. He was talking about Shannon and her crew.

"As if I'd know sir Know It All."

"Hah! I don't see what all those guys see in Shannon. She looks like a demented Barbie doll version of Amy Lee from Evanescence trying to fit in by wearing Dolce and Chanel." he pointed out. It was true as Shannon had twiggy limbs, long raven hair and blue eyes. She always had on fake eyelashes and the ugliest blue eyeshadow. "And her lackey Blaire is as obnoxious as ever."

"Haha dittoed."

"Do you know why her head's so big?" he inquired.

"Why?"

"Because it's so full of secrets." he whispered into her ear.

"Duuuuude! You've been watching Mean Girls without me haven't you?" she said.

"Maaaaaaaaaaybe." he replied. Blaire had thick red locks of curly hair and green eyes. For fun, she and Chase would put things in her hair and see how long it would take for the objects to fall out.

"Hey, I heard Jon's coming back on Sunday."

"Is that so? I don't see how this applies to me."

"You're right. It doesn't, but did you notice how Shannon's so possessive and overprotective of him. It's like… weird."

"Yeah, tell me about it."

On Mira's first day of school when the teacher introduced her to the class, she noticed that a blonde boy with lengthy platinum blonde hair and green eyes exactly like hers was staring at her. It was almost as if she was looking at a mirror. He looked so much like her. He was in shock. When she was assigned the seat behind him, he immediately went up to the teacher and told him that he had to go to the infirmary. Jon's been absent on sick leave ever since. That was the day Shannon had confronted her. Jon was supposed to be back on Sunday which was two days from now. She heard from Chase that Jon had been in and out of school because of some rare sickness that wore him out a lot. A few days after that short meeting, Mira started to have consecutive dreams about Jon, well not exactly. It was a boy who looked exactly like him except she knew somewhere in her mind that they were different people. Soon after that, she started getting nightmares too. She woke up screaming sometimes and was always drenched in cold sweat with tears streaming down her face while her heart beat rapidly in an unnatural raye. The weirdest part was that she couldn't remember any of those nightmares. She tried not to think too much about it. It scared her too much.

"Hey, so I've been thinking. I want to get another piercing for my right ear. Wanna help me pierce my ear after school?" Chase asked.

"Of course." she said. "Maybe I'll get one this time too." she said.

"Sweet. Right cartilage?"

"You know it."

"Good. you better come back as soon as you're done with that... y'know... catching-a-ball-in-a-netted-stick and hitting people while wearing grandma skirts practice."

"It's called Lacrosse Chase."

"You know I'm kidding."

"Haha I know."

The rest of school went by in a breeze. Mira's nine period day consisted of AP English, AP Chem, AP European History, AP Calculus, AP French, AP German, AP Spanish, Lunch, AP Art, and then after school Girl's Lacrosse practice. School's always been difficult for Mira until she turned fifteen. She somehow got photographic memory which made her academic life much easier. She also became more athletic and realized that she was fluent in French. That was a pretty sweet year.

Covered in sweat after practice, Mira walked back to her dorm room and ordered take out from Popeyes Chicken. Chase was currently taking a shower. She jumped onto her bed when she felt something hard underneath her back.

"Freaking, OUCH!" she shouted. She stood back up to notice a book settled where she had just laid. "What's a collection of O'Henry doing on here? This isn't mine… and Chase doesn't read any classic literature…" That's when Mira felt a gust of wind come from behind her. There on the tall window sill beside her bed stood Jon Force.

"I'm sorry." he mouthed. Mira was confused. She wasn't dreaming was she?

"I'm so sorry." he said louder this time. "You have to forgive me. I made a mistake. I betrayed you. I'm so sorry." he kept on saying. Mira saw the doorknob to their bathroom begin to turn.

"HEY MIRA! DID YOU ORDER THE FOOD YET?" Chase asked trying to open the door with his wet hands. Mira turned back to the window to find the window closed and Jon nowhere in sight.

'We'll talk later.' Mira heard Jon's voice in her mind.

"Whoa, that was one stubborn doorknob." Chase complained when he finally got out of the bathroom. "Oh hey, you got mail from the committee today." Chase said as he tossed her a thick white envelope.

"Isn't this that exclusive volunteer group that you've been in for like almost three years?" she asked.

"Something like that." he said.

"How did I get invited to it?" she asked as Chase shrugged.

"I'll open it later… she said as she threw the envelope onto her desk.

"First meeting's on Monday."

"Got it. You're going too right?"

"Haha I'm kinda forced to be there, but yeah. Now let's play some Guitar Hero." Chase said as he grinned and tossed her the black plastic guitar controller. "Then we'll do the sacred art of ear piercing." he said

"Haha, well of course."

TBC.