MITCHIE'S P.O.V.

Okay, today is the first day of high school. Hopefully it'll be better than last year, but honestly I'm not expecting anything. I've actually changed a lot over the summer. I went from this preppy, airheaded, blinded by love idiot to someone who doesn't give a damn about anyone or anything. I like it better this way. I'm still sensitive and shy, and I hate it, but hopefully I'll grow out of it.

"Mitchie! Time to go!" My mom called. "Okay, mom!" I called back, grabbing my stuff and running down the stairs. Well, here I go.

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"Mitchie!" Caitlin squealed, running over to me and giving me a huge hug. "Hey Cait!" I smiled back. "So, are you ready for high school? 'Cuz you're gonna be here for the next four years in this town…" She said excitedly, quoting a Taylor Swift song. I smiled and shook my head. Hey, what could I say? That was Caitlin for ya!

Suddenly the bell rang. Except it didn't sound like a bell. It sounded more like an alarm, which is the reason why I jumped. "Hey, calm down! It's just the bell!" Some guy passing us by said and laughed. I gritted my teeth. "Just ignore him." Caitlin said, dragging me along to homeroom. I smiled. "Yeah, just ignore him." I told myself, calming down.

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Well, today was pretty good so far. I didn't have any classes with Caitlin except for lunch, but in class, I kept my mouth shut so no one talked to me and so far it's been working. According to my schedule, this was Pre-AP English 9. I grimaced at the memory of trying to talk my Language Arts teacher last year into giving me permission to move up a level in this subject because I was the best student in her class.

She reluctantly agreed, because guess who's side she was on? Yep, that's right. The football players and cheerleaders. If they would make fun of me she's laugh too. Ugh. Well, that's over now and it's a new year. I looked at the seating chart that the teacher put on the overhead. I was in group three. I took my seat and patiently waited for class to begin.

Suddenly, someone said "And you're Mitchie?" I looked up and I saw a smiling, tall, dark-haired guy. I narrowed my eyes. "How-how did you know my name?" I stammered, terrified if my past was going to haunt me through high school. "Uh, you're name's on the overhead. If you're not Mitchie Torres, then I think you're in the wrong seat." He joked. I gritted my teeth. Who did this hotshot think he was, huh?
I ignored him and turned around. But, apparently, he persisted.

"So? Are you Mitchie Torres or not?" I sighed, annoyed. "Yes. I'm Mitchie." I grumbled, turning back around again. "Mitchie Torres?" He continued, oblivious of my apparent dislike for him. I turned back around, this time glaring at him. "Yes. Mitchie. Torres. That's me." I snapped. He flinched back. "Um okay. Sorry to bother you." He said sheepishly. I rolled my eyes and turned back around. Wait-did he just apologize?. No guy ever apologized to me for bothering me.

"Did you-did you just apologize?" I said, turning back around to him. He raised an eyebrow. I have to admit, he was kinda cute. "Wait, no! Shut-up Mitchie, shut-up!" I scolded myself silently. "Uh, yeah, I- I guess I did." He said, giving me a confused look. Okay, now I think I was really beginning to scare the poor guy. I gave him somewhat of a smile. "Okay look, let's just start over okay?" I asked, offering my hand. He smiled and shook it. "Haha, okay. I'm Shane Gray!" He said. I silently laughed to myself.

"Mitchie Torres," I shook back. "Nice to meet you Mitchie!" He said. "Nice to meet you too Shane!" He smiled. After that, the bell rang, and class started. Well, he seemed kinda nice. But I'm NOT going to trust him or fall for him-mark my words.