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Chapter 2: The First Day

"God, why didn't dad get me the car?" Jenny Tinkler complained as her sister's car ambled into the school parking lot. Cassadee rolled her eyes and moved the shift stick back. Her car wasn't even that nice.

"Because if he let you drive a car, you'd kill us," Cassadee said calmly. "Besides, I thought you were getting a ride from one of your friends." Jenny turned the rear view mirror towards herself and fixed her lipstick. Cassadee noticed her and looked down at her outfit. Was it okay? She was wearing a short, girly dress over her white jeans. On top, there was a tight, button-up vest. Cassadee suddenly felt inadequate as she stared at her pink Converse.

"Katy couldn't pick me up because her dad's car is too small," Jenny explained, messing up her makeup once again. "There wasn't enough room for me."

"Let's go!" Jenny exclaimed, snapping her fingers in front of Cassadee's face. "I see Kendall!" Just at the mention of Kendall's name, Cassadee's cheeks flushed. She looked out the window to hide her stupid grin. he'd been so nice to her the day before.

Cassadee felt her arm being pulled for the seventh time that week. She followed with her sister, but then she started to trail behind. She suddenly wasn't even sure Kendall would even remember her.

Kendall was grabbing some of his essentials out of his trunk: hockey stick, hockey puck, hockey sweater, etc. He bumped his head against the car interior when he heard a screech outside. He pulled himself out of the back and glared. His expression softened when he saw it was a friend of his.

"Hi, Layne." He waved at a girl with sleek, dark hair that ran down her back. Her bangs were pinned to the side, like always. She had bronze skin, just like her cousin, Carlos Garcia. She was wearing baggy sweatpants, button-covered Crocs, and her volleyball T-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. She never bothered to dress amazingly for school. She claimed that it was a waste of energy that could go towards something more meaningful.

"Have you seen Carlos?" she asked, leaning on his car. Kendall shook his head.

"He'll be here." He heard another screech and cringed. What was with the girls at his school? He turned around and Jenny and her posse were staring up at him in awe. Kendall cleared his throat uncomfortably. Then he saw Cassadee standing a few feet behind them.

"Hey Cass," he said, as if they were old friends. "What's up?" Everyone looked at her, including Layne, and she hated the attention. It made her feel like she'd been caught doing something illegal.

"Hi," she said quietly. When she said this, they turned back to Kendall, the center of attention. That is, each person but Jenny.

"Since when do you know him?" she whispered. Jenny stared at her sister accusingly. Cassadee nervously picked at the fringe on the rips in her white skinnies.

"I saw him at the party," she replied. "No biggie." Just then, Kendall started on an exciting hockey story and Cassadee sighed in relief. Jenny was distracted again. She began to make her way out of the crowd, but someone grabbed her arm and twisted her around. Suddenly, she was face to face with a tall, toned girl with a cute pin in her hair. It was keeping her bangs from falling into her face.

"Who are you?" she asked, frowning menacingly. Cassadee tried to pull away, but she just tightened her grip.

"I'm Cassadee," she squeaked. "New student here. Sister of Jenny Tinkler." Layne let go of the girl, who instinctively jumped away.

"Are you a weirdo like her?" she inquired. Her lips were forming a jokey smile.

"I hope not," Cassadee laughed. "But I'm her twin, so you never know." Layne nodded, observing her thoroughly.

"I like you, Cassadee," Layne stated bluntly. "Sorry about crushing your wrist and all. I just wanted to know how you knew Kendall and not me. He's one of my best friends. I'm Carlos' cousin. He's one of Kendall's friends. He's always wearing this idiotic helmet. I really don't get why, but…" Layne continued to babble as Cassadee tuned her out. She was beginning to like this girl, but she talked a lot. Words shot out of her mouth faster than bullets out of an AK. She glanced over her shoulder and saw three attractive guys join Kendall in the group. Kendall shared a high-five with the tallest one, who had perfect hair that was the color of honey.

"That's him!" Layne exclaimed, whacking Cassadee on the shoulder. She stumbled backwards, but Layne didn't seem to notice this. Kendall smiled at Cassadee again when she straightened up, so she looked away focusing on her pink Converse sneakers. His eyes were so gorgeous…

"Guys," Kendall said, putting his arm on Cassadee, "This is Jenny Tinkler's twin sister, Cassadee." Cassadee weakened; he made her name sound like something beautiful. She barely realized one of Kendall's friends had begun to shake her hand.

"I'm Logan Mitchell," he said. His crooked smile and cocoa eyes made Cassadee feel a bit overwhelmed. How come popular people were so hot? He jerked a thumb at a boy with dark hair that was being attacked by a black hockey helmet. Cassadee immediately knew that he was Carlos. The resemblance between him and his cousin was uncanny. He waved in a cute, boyish way. The last one opened his mouth and Cassadee was instantly blinded. His teeth outdazzled diamonds.

"I'm James. James Diamond," he said, batting his long eyelashes. Cassadee was surprised that they didn't get tangled up in each other. He and the rest of the in crowd (and Jenny) gave her another round of stares. Cassade inwardly groaned. Then, a bell began to blare from inside the school building and the students trampled unaware passerby with their expensive Vans and Uggs, trying to get inside.

Cassadee didn't particularly enjoy being shoved and pulled by the populazzi, but it was the only way to find her way to her first class. She found herself in a science room with a few of the kids she'd met outside. The others were strangers. Her sister wasn't in this class, which both relieved and annoyed Cassadee. Although she was a wack job, she would know how to guide Cass through the giant school.

Kendall was sitting on one of the lab tables, checking out the small yellow bird inside the cage hanging from the ceiling. He stuck a finger between a pair of metal bars, urging the bird to step on ot it. The canary tentatively eyed his finger with suspicion. Cassadee clutched her schedule and backpack in her arms even tighter as she silently urged the bird to trust Kendall, watching the two from afar.

Cassadee found herself moving over to them. It was like she was drawn to Kendall or something. He peered up at Cassadee when she approached and opened his mouth in surprise.

"Oh," he uttered. His lips curved up slowly and the curious glint returned to his eyes. "Hey. I didn't know this was your first class, too."

"Y-yeah, it is," Cassadee stammered. God, why did he make her feel like someone replaced her limbs with grape jelly? Kendall jumped off of the laboratory table. He was even closer to Cassadee than before. "Are none of your friends in this class, too? Well, technically I don't have any friends here. I mean, Layne is my new sorta friend, and I guess my sister is okay to have around"— Cassadee stopped herself when she realized that she was rambling.

Kendall just nodded as if he understood. "I know a bunch of people in here, but my closest friends are Logan, Carlos, James, and Layne. And maybe Steve."

"Who's Steve?" Cassadee asked, scanning the classroom for a boy who looked like a Steve. But then Kendall shook his head. He pointed up at the birdcage.

"Steve is the class pet," Kendall chuckled. His laughter was contagious, because Cassadee began to laugh, too. "Hey, I forgot to ask: what are your classes?" Cassadee surrendered her schedule to Kendall and he looked over it quickly. He made little comments about each period, like what teachers to look out for and how much homework Cassadee would be in for.

"Looks like we only have two classes together," Kendall pointed out. He made a cute little sound of annoyance. "Oh well. At least we have the same lunch hour." The second and final bell of the morning sounded and the teacher walked into the classroom. Cassadee timidly followed Kendall to the front, racing into the seat next to him.

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"Thanks for letting me sit here." Cassadee placed her tray down next to Layne's. On the left side of their lunch table, there was a bunch of Layne's indoor volleyball teammates scattered about. All of the popular kids were on the right side. They were also the most talkative. Cassadee was sitting smack-dab in the middle.

"No problem," Layne replied, tearing open a packet of honey-mustard with her teeth. She squirted it into the ketchup and barbecue sauce already on her plate and mixed the condiments together. It looked like someone had thrown up a hot dog.

"So how're you liking your first day?" Cassadee looked up to see her sister sitting down across from her, along with Carlos, James, Logan, and, sigh, Kendall. He was beautiful: hot enough to bake cookies on.

"It's good," Cassadee mumbled, staring at her carrots. She didn't want kendall to see her with her mouth full. "I'd like to join a team soon. There are tons of things to choose from here, not like my old school."

"You should try out for the volleyball team," Layne's buddy, Taryn, said from behind her. She had red ringlets that went down to her collarbone and braces fixed into her mouth. They were the same color as the aluminum foil her sandwich was wrapped in.

Cassadee shook her head. Taryn may have looked cute off court with her cornflower blue eyes and petite but strong frame, but she was vicious in the gymnasium. Gym class last hour had been beyond brutal. "No thanks, I suck at sports."

"Yeah, that was kind of apparent in gym," Logan laughed. Cassadee blushed and flicked a piece of cheese at him. Jenny widened her eyes at her sister, which meant she was being uncool. Cassadee looked away and took a sip of her Gatorade.

"You could try out for cheer," said a voice. Everyone turned their heads to see Peyton DiLaurentis coming towards the table. "Although, from seeing your performance in gym, I'm not really sure you'll make it." She stood between Logan and Kendall until they both moved away from each other, making a space for her. She smiled cheerily and smoothed out her miniskirt before sitting.

Peyton DiLaurentis was one of the most popular students at this school, and from what Cassadee had gathered, she was also one of the wealthiest. She had the power and money to make anyone do whatever it was she desired; her name was her freakin' credit card. To make matters worse, she was very pretty. She had strawberry-blond locks that went down to the small of her back and adorably pert facial features. She was wearing her cheerleading top at that moment and the v-neck was very low cut. Very low cut. James stared openly.

"Cassadee, didn't you used to take cheerleading a long time ago, like back in sixth grade?" Jenny asked, feigning curiosity. Cassadee glared at her. Jenny knew very well that Cassadee had been terrible. The only things she could remember to do were the splits and a cartwheel. Other than that, she was just as uncoordinated as her twin.

"If you have past experience, you should definitely try out," Kendall put in. He seemed sincere. "Plus, I'd love to see you cheering us on at the next hockey game." Peyton pulled a blue piece of paper out of her handbag and held it out to Cassadee. She had a sweet smile on her face.

"Come in tomorrow after school, Casey," she said. "We can't wait to see you." Cassadee didn't even notice the fudging up of her name. She smiled weakly and took the paper from Peyton. Peyton sauntered away, fully aware of the stares her swaying hips were getting.

Taryn grabbed the blue flyer from Cassadee's fingers and read over it quickly, her eyes darting from the top to the bottom. Layne rolled her eyes at Peyton, who was now on the other end of the cafeteria, talking with her entourage of cheerleaders.

"Please don't go to the dark side," Layne groaned. "The cheerleaders are practically carbon copies of Peyton. I don't want you to turn into one of them." Cassadee giggled at how dramatic Layne was being.

"Come on, Layne. She seems sweet," Cassadee argued. Layne shook her head, disagreeing.

"She's sweet until you get on her bad side. Then she's a bitch," Layne insisted, gossiping. "I called her out last year, and she's been humiliating me ever since. Too bad I'm untouchable." Layne closed her eyes and tilted her head back, attempting to drop a fry into her mouth. It narrowly missed her mouth and nose dived into her sweatpants. The fry bounced off, but the ketchup left a stain.

"Yeah, completely untouchable," Kendall said sarcastically, handing Layne a napkin. "So you gonna try out?" It took Cassadee a few seconds to realiza he was referring to her.

Jenny looked at her sister, waiting to see how she'd respond. "Uh, probably not. I'm not even very good."

"If you don't try out, Peyton will think you chickened out," Jenny said, checking her Bubblegum-Boy-pink nails. "Then she'll treat you the same way she treats Layne. And you don't want that." While what Cassadee's sister made sense, Cassadee was annoyed by Jenny's taunting tone of voice.

"Fine. I will," Cassadee declared, glaring at her twin. "And, unlike you, I will make the team." At that moment, the bell sounded and Cassadee was grateful because she couldn't be around Jenny for any longer. She stood up and stormed away with her tray in hand.

A/N: Don't judge Jenny so quickly. She may seem kind of bitchy right now, but she's just being sisterly. Plus, she's a little jealous…I hope you liked this. Sorry 'bout spelling mistakes.