(AN- This is slowly starting things out and I've got more people showing up in the next chapter! If you've got any questions, don't be afraid to ask in a comment or PM or anything! I don't bite :) So please review!)

Chapter 1

She's Got Your Back

Brooklynn Davis sighed, twisting her side bangs as her third period World History teacher, Mr. Martinez babbled along, critiquing another student about their essay that was due today. He shoved his out of date glasses further up the bridge of his nose as he pointed out what the student did wrong. Who gives a shit? I mean in twenty years, this crap will be history. Do. Not. Care. Right behind Brook was one of her best friends and roomie, Briana May Otero, or Bri, whatever the hell works. And directly across Brook was Joseph Adam Jonas, the school stud. Gets with every other girl he can and flirts constantly, even his backside was drop dead gorgeous, but whose looking?

He stood 5'10 or so, shaggy black hair, and melting hazel eyes. Every ones dream guy, good thing he wasn't an only child. From what Brook found out he had two brothers, Nick and Kevin. Nick was almost the complete opposite of Joe, quiet, shy, and drops hints that he's flirting. Super curly brown hair, deep brown eyes, about 5'7 or so, and he was only a sophomore while their oldest brother, Kevin, was teaching the music class at Woodland Hills. From what Brook had heard, he looked almost exactly like Nick, but every morning he flattened his hair and spiked it, which was uber sexy. Dark brown locks and those caring brown eyes, you couldn't go wrong with any of them. Which made them even hotter was the music they played, they were trying to start a band- Jonas Brothers. Who knew?

"Brook!" Briana's voice was low and frantic as Brook heard shuffling of papers. "I can't find my essay, I swear I brought it," she muttered as she went through her binders and folders.

Brook slowly leaned back in her desk for better hearing. "Are you fucking serious?" She whispered behind her. "Did you even write it?"

"Yes!" Briana nodded vigorously, her brown eyes frantic as she continuously searched for the four and a half long page that was due only the second day back to Woodland Hills. "Can you distract Mr. Martinez while I sneak out or something?"

"What the fuck?" Brook hissed. "Are you insane?"

"My mom's going to kill me if she finds out I didn't turn in an essay the second day back," Briana whispered urgently. "And you know what that means..."

"Fuck," Brook muttered as she quickly schemed. "Ok, I've got it. Get your purse ready."

"Ok, but why?" Briana asked, startled that her friend had planned so quickly.

"Don't ask," Brook advised, twisting one of two rings before she slid out on her seat, then fell to the floor in a fake coughing fit.

Mr. Martinez turned, his eyes narrowed at the sight of a student on the floor, coughing hysterically. "What's wrong with her?" He asked anxiously, stepping forward in his ever shiny black dress shoes.

Brook coughed before she began wheezing and Briana jumped up. "Her asthma! She needs her inhaler," Briana shrieked as her best friend role.

"Are you her roommate?" Mr. Marinez questioned and Briana nodded frantically. "Go get it," he ordered. "You probably know where it is and if you get stopped, tell them to come to me."

Briana nodded before she took off in all of her Woodland Hills Boarding School uniform, yes, they sucked. The only day to dress in what you wanted was Friday, casual Friday.

"I'll need someone to support her head so her airways won't be congested," Mr. Martinez instructed as he read through a pamphlet that was taped to the door by the pencil sharpener. "Ah, Mr. Jonas, I'll have you do that for me," he urged, flapping his hands for emphasis.

Brook let out a huge cough in surprise as Joe got out of his seat and got down on his knees, holding her head there gently. He bent his head down when Mr. Martinez began to hyperventilate and whispered. "Nice acting," he flashed her a dazzling smile.

"How'd you figure?" Brook said in between coughs, clutching her stomach for emphasis.

"Besides the loud whispering, I think most of this class could figure it out," He produced a small smirk and brushed her side bangs out of her face with a free thumb and raised an eyebrow ever so slightly as Brook's chest began to hurt from all of the fake coughing and wheezing. Briana owed her big time for all this painful shit. "By the way, I'm Joe," he added.

"I know," Brook whispered, pausing her coughing to wheeze. "I'm --"

"Brook," Joe nodded knowingly. "Miss Brooklynn Davis, I know," he gave a half shrug and a sheepish smile.

Perfect white teeth, Brook sighed. God, only when I'm acting he notices me. "Can you still hear me, Miss Davis?" Mr. Martinez asked loudly, waving a pudgy hand in her face.

Brook nodded as Briana burst through the door with her purse on her shoulder and Brook's light sky blue inhaler that she had used last almost seven years ago, her mother insisted on taking it for emergencies. Briana tossed it to Joe who handed it to Brook, who shook it quickly and pumped it into her mouth, breathing heavily.

"Let's give her a moment," Mr. Martinez said as he tried to calm himself down. "Thank you, Miss Otero," he added to Briana, who was hovering anxiously behind Joe. She flashed Brook a small, triumphant smile and smirked.

Brook placed her inhaler on her chair and used her hands to prop herself up, her face flushed and her throat sore, it was then she realized she was leaning on Joe's leg, his muscled leg. Shit, there I go again, Brook muttered to herself.

"Can you stand up, Miss Davis?" Mr. Martinez asked, returning to the front of the class with a look of pure horror.

"I-I think so," She croaked.

"Would you like some water?" He pressed anxiously, prepared to send another student to the cafeteria for a bottle of water from the lunch ladies.

"No thank you," Brook shook her head and fanned herself down as she picked up the medical device on her chair and slid it into her pocket. "I think I'm ok," she added dramatically. "You owe me big time," she muttered behind her.

"You're such a drama queen," Briana giggled.

"Miss Otero! Since you're talking, I'd like you to come up front and read your essay aloud," Mr. Martinez shot a look in their direction, one of no tolerance allowed in his classroom.

Briana stood up, straightened that gay navy skirt thing we had to wear, and calmly walked to the front of the class, shooting Brook a look before she started.


"Hey Ashleigh," Briana waved to Brook's older cousin. "Did I ever tell you that your sister can act?"

"Yes, many times," Ashleigh nodded, looking up from her circle of senior friends. "What'd she do today? Nosebleed?"

"What didn't she do?" Briana giggled. "She faked an asthma attack," she grinned, bobbing her head in excitement.

"No!" Ashleigh and her friends gasped. "How'd it go?"

"Worked, third period, Mr. Martinez," Briana informed her.

"Sweetness," Ashleigh nodded with a sidelong glance as Brook walked up. "Nicely done," she commented.

"Thank you," Brook grinned, taking a fake bow. "Are you going out to the barn later?"

"Probably," Ashleigh nodded, tucking a stray piece of her side bangs back, her 5'6 frame slightly smaller than Brook's 5'7 1/2. Both were identically slim and fit with similar personalities, although Ashleigh doesn't swear as much.

"Cool," Brook nodded, shifting her load of a text book, a binder, and two compositions books from her hands to hugging her chest. "We've got..."

"Lunch," Briana interjected. "Where we're supposed to meet Michelle, Shayla, Karen, and Kristen for lunch," she emphasized.

Michelle Samson was Brook and Briana's other roommate. Shayla Nyxon their long lost younger sister and bestie, she was awesome too, while her two roommates were Karen Vasquez and Kristen Millan, both were fairly acquainted with Brook and Briana.

"Oh, right," Brook nodded. "Is --"

"EW! Get away from us!" Came the ear splitting voice of the bitchiest girl at Woodland, Isabella Gonzales, she's almost 16 and thinks she rules the world. If you don't hang with her, you're considered emo, gay or lesbian, your choice, or a loser. Then you've got the crowd of girls -the gigglers- always behind her, thinking they were just as popular. It was absolutely disgusting. Isabella could be nice ifshe tried, if being the key word there. Her right arm was Jessica Miller and her left arm was Sarah Coughlin, plus she needed a backside, so she had girls coming and going everyday. It was not only disgusting, but fucked up. "What a nerd!" She exclaimed loudly while the gigglers snickered and echoed her.

Brook and Briana glanced down the hall to see a poor girl who was practically pushed up against her locker looking completely lost, she looked about 14 with brunette hair and side bangs, with brown eyes, her cell phone clutched in her hand.

"Not another one," Briana frowned, shaking her head before she took off with a long legged stride towards Isabella. "Back off preppy, shit, I'm surprised you're still here after failing almost every class."

"What was that?" Isabella sneered.

"Leave her alone," Brook said with a hint of annoyance, I mean, who wouldn't be annoyed with Isabella and the gigglers. "And go back to Mario Land where you rule the fake world Princess Peach because you definitely aren't wanted here."

Isabella huffled before she stalked down the hall with the gigglers following, sending Briana, Brook, and the other girl dirty looks. Brook smiled sweetly and stuck up one finger as Isabella turned. "Nice talking to you!"

"You ok?" Briana asked. "Isabella can be a complete bitch sometimes," she said. "I'm Briana by the way," she added.

"Brook," she stated with a simple small, friendly smile.

"I'm Jenessa Raquel Brown, but you can call me Sa or Essa," She stammered, her brown eyes glassy with fear as she timidly stuck her books into her locker.

"What period do you have next?" Briana asked.

Jenessa brought out her rumpled class schedule and handed it to Briana without another word.

"Lunch, perfect!" Briana smiled. "You can come with us if you want, we're meeting up with some friends."

"Sure," Jenessa smiled shyly before closing her locker.

"Who are your roomies?" Brook asked, easily keeping pace with the two as they strode down the hall and made a sharp turn to their left.

"Huh?" Jenessa asked.

"Your roommates?" Briana prompted.

"Oh," Jenessa nodded in sudden realization. "Um, a girl named...Jessie Michelle and," she paused in deep thought. "Ariana Naomi and Hayley Heath."

"You've got three roomies?" Brook blurted, most rooms held three girls or boys.

Jenessa simply nodded. "I'm not sure where they went though," she admitted. "But I think we're getting another roommate, so they're giving us a connecting room. Her name is...Carrah Roberts, I think."

"They're cheerleaders," Briana said in realization. "They like hitting on the jocks."

"Thank you Briana," Brook snorted as they entered the cafeteria and walked into line.

They grabbed their trays and began picking at the large array of food that was set out. Brook stared at Jenessa in surprise when she pilled her plate with anything potato, fries, little potato bites, hashbrowns, baked potatoes.

Jenessa looked up and blushed. "I like potatoes," she announced as she forked another spoonful of potato bites.

"Um...ok?" Briana said, making a weird face exchange with Brook.

"Hey Brooky," The girl's other cousin, Carmen smiled as she passed with a tray.

"Hi Carmen," Brook returned the smile as she picked up one of the salads. "How'd music class go?" She teased, knowing very well she had a liking for the eldest Jonas, who helped teach the class while he took online classes for a nearby college.

Carmen blushed. "It was ok," she giggled, which gave Brook the complete opposite idea of it.

Instead of eating in the teachers lounge, Kevin liked sitting with his brothers most of the time, enjoying how their first classes went.

"He invited me to sit with him," Carmen blurted. "Like...outside."

"Are you going?" Brook asked, grabbing those straight cruton things for her salad and a pinch of cucumbers.

"I think so," Carmen nodded, still bright pink. "He's pretty nice and stuff," she added with a wistful tone.

"But you'd like to get to know him better," Brook sighed loudly in exaggeration. "I've heard all of that shit before, now go before he ditches you for the plastics," the plastics were pretty self-explanatory, a group of girls with too much money and too little time to live, according to them, so they had at least a couple procedures done already.

"Ok," Carmen squealed before regaining composure and walking over to where Kevin was leaning in the doorway, sipping a Red Bull.

"Jenessa, what house are you in?" Briana asked.

There were two houses for each 'gender', four total. For the girls, there was Chestnut and Maple Hill, each held about 50 dorms each, so it was a small boarding school for 6th grade and up. The guys houses were Oak and Redwood Hill, talk about gay, huh? They had a huge building used for exams and anything you could think of, which included movie nights, dances, and parties, which was Pine Hill. But overall the school itself was pretty big, it had almost everything you needed for sports and activites.

"We're in Maple," Jenessa said after a moment of thought.

"Oh, too bad, we're in Chestnut Hill," Briana said sympathetically.

"Oh, hey! There they are," Jenessa said excitedly. "I'll see you around?"

"Sure," Brook nodded as they watched Jenessa pace away with her tray of potatoes. "Interesting girl," she commented.

"Ya think?" Briana asked, watching as she greeted her roommates and sat down before she dug in. "I see Shay," she nodded towards a large table by the fireplace. It was the begining of September, it's friggen cold in Colorado.

"Cool," Brook nodded before they abandoned their places in the lunch line and made their way to the table which Shayla Nyxon and a couple of other girls they knew had reserved. "Hi," she said cheerfully as she sat down next to Michelle.

"Hey," They chorused.

"I heard something happened in third period," Kristen asked giddily.

"Brook's a nice actress,"