CHAPTER ONE - Its Rude To Stare.

Kennedy's POV.

Why did people always stare at me? A hundred pairs of eyes burned through me as I walked through the hall-ways of my school, but I can never understand why. The guys look at me as if I'm nothing but a piece of meat, they look at me like a pack of wolves ready to pounce on a lonely deer in the woods. The girls look at me like they could whip out a knife at any moment and stab me multiple times. Maybe it was because my dad owned a string of hotels all across the world, and I came from a reasonably weathly family. Why people always stare at me will remain a mystery to me, but if it was because of who I was then jealousy is an ugly thing.

"Hey, Demi." I said cheerfully to my best friend who was standing at her locker.

"Hey, Kennedy." She replied, smiling at me. "Did you get a load of the new guys this morning?"

"No, I skipped first hour." I confessed, I always skipped first hour on a friday. I hated math.

"They were hot!" Demi exclaimed, louder than she expected. Her voice echoed out through the quiet hallways.

Once again, everyone stared at us. It was like a competition with these people. They wanted to see how long I could take them staring at me, until I actually asked them why. If that was their game then I wanted no part in it.

"There was three of them." She nodded, ignoring the stares. "One for me, you, and Taylor!"

Taylor was my other best friend. Taylor was one of the most aggresive people you could ever meet, but she meant well.

"Come on, Demi." I said jokingly. "You're so boy-obsessed."

"I know!" She giggled, closing her locker and turning around. "There they are!"

I turned around too, and three tall boys were walking up the hall-ways. Suddenly, all eyes seemed to be locked on them. They all had chocolate brown curly hair, and deep brown eyes that anyone could get lost in. They wore really tight skinny jeans, each wearing a different button down flannel shirt and converse. The one in the middle, was wearing a pair of red Ray-Bans.

"The one in the middle is Joe." Demi told me. "Then on the right is Nick, and on the left is Kevin. How perfect, are they?"

"Pretty perfect, I guess." I agreed with her, my gaze always seemed to go back to the one on the right. Nick. There was something about him that I liked.

Nick's POV.

Why have people been staring at me and my brothers non-stop since we came here? Do these people have staring problems or something? I guess I'll never know. I ignored the thousands of eyes that were planted on us, and just made my way through the school.

"What do you guys have before lunch?" I asked, looking at my brothers who were standing to the left of me.

"I have English." My oldest brother, Kevin told me.

"And I have history." Joe told me, he was the goofy one. "Good old Abe Lincoln!"

I rolled my eyes, turned my head to right. That was when I saw her. She was looking at me with beautiful deep green eyes. Her long blonde hair hung in loose curls at her shoulders, and her perfect heart-shaped lips turned into a smile when she looked at me. Who was this girl? I had too know.

Kennedy's POV.

There was something about the way he looked at me. He didn't look at me as if he wanted to eat me, or to be more accurate, have sex with me. He had a look in his eyes that said he needed a friend. I could tell by his smile that he had loads of secrets inside of him, needing to be shared with someone he could trust. I needed to know more about this boy. I could tell he wasn't like the other boys at this school. I could tell he was different.