For those of you who have read and reviewed my other story Fallen Star, thank you. That meant so much to me. This is the other story that I was thinking about. I hope all of you find it well.

You do need to know that I believe I'm taken on a different writing style for this one. Not just because of the fact that this one is in First Person POV, but because I include Simons and I'm attempting to involve other Characters. Please, give me a break if I get a few things wrong avout them. Jinx is allowing me to barrow the book series for research, so I will be reading them again. I am a fast reader and will do my best to maintain my once-a-day updates.

Please, give this story a chance and tell me what you think of this style of writing in a review. This one is a little less innocent, but I believe just as heart-wrenching.

Chapter One

Derek POV

I frowned at Simon as we walked down the hallway. We hadn't gotten five feet through the door before girls flocked to him, wanting to know who the new kid was. It was beginning to annoy me. We couldn't even get to class, but, of course, I knew there was no point in trying to talk to him, so I just sat by and waited.

As I waited, I examined the walls of our new school. They were an off-white color with posters supporting after-school groups, jobs, and news. There were signs on and beside each door that described what that class was; World History, Algebra, Lynx Graphics, etc. It was an interesting school. I didn't have a problem with that, but even as we were signing up, some people were informing us that it may not be the best place.

I didn't understand why. I watched some of the kids flowing in-and-out of the classrooms, but they all looked happy and content. The teachers were all up-beat and seemed to be enjoying themselves. There was an aura about the place that was inviting and calming. It most definitely wasn't the worst school I'd been to.

"Derek, ready to go?" Simon asked, jogging me out of my examinations.

I nodded, but didn't speak, unwilling to associate with the girls present.

With that, we finished making our way to our intended classroom; English. Simple enough. We walked in and were greeted by a smiling teacher.

"Why, hello there! You must be Simon and Derek. May I ask which is which?" she asked kindly.

Simon grinned, "I'm Simon. This here is my brother Derek."

I kept my head tilted slightly down with my hands tucked in my pockets. I was always uncomfortable when it came to being around a lot of people.

"Nice to meet you guys. I am Mrs. Tessa. I don't have a seating arrangement, so feel free to sit where you please. I will go easy on you today until you get used to the flow of things. Does that sound good?" she explained.

I half-nodded while Simon confirmed it verbally. "Of course, Mrs. Tessa. Thank you."

Then, we made our way to our seats. There were no two seats together, so Simon sat by a group of girls that waved him over eagerly. I, on the other hand, sat in the last remaining seat in the back row. From this spot I could attempt to hide from the penetrating stares and watch the classroom.

I was looking for someone in particular. I had a piece of paper with her name and description on it as well as a few others. I'd memorized the list and Simon and I were off to find them. It was important to find the people listed in order to protect them. It was our job to watch them.

Though, we couldn't let it known why we were suddenly here at this school. We had to keep quiet and work quickly, but stealthily. I didn't expect it to be that hard. Especially since most of the names on the list were female. I was almost positive they'd be attracted to Simon. After all, he was the more out-going of our duo.

I listened to the whispers going on around me. Though I tried not to, it was hard not to overhear. It wasn't that they were being rather loud or anything, just the fact that my ears could pick up on it more easily than most. It had always been that way for as long as I could remember. Usually, I could control it and select what interested me, but sometimes -especially lately- I had a harder time ignoring the background noise.

Of course it was the usual whispers. There were people talking about me and Simon, talking about his blonde hair and almond-shaped brown eyes. A lot of the girls wouldn't shut up about him. Then, there was me. Most of them were just talking about how tall I was and how I looked antisocial. Thankfully, most of them circled back around to Simon.

I did notice, however, one girl in particular that didn't seem to be involved with all of the discussion. She was leaning over an English book, glancing at it then, scribbling down some notes in a notebook. Her blonde hair was covering her face, and she was slim and small. There were a lot of blonde girls in the classroom, but I had a feeling about her. I just had to see her eyes. If they were as blue as the pictures, then I had found our target.

As if sensing my thoughts, she looked up and her hair fell away, exposing her pale skin, button nose, and shocking blue eyes. She met mine for a moment before blushing and turning back to the book.

I smiled. Yes, I'd found her.

Chloe Saunders.

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