chapter one

It was always the boring, uneventful life for the geek. I stay up all night studying for the lessons and exams for the next day while the "elites" stay up because of all the partying, the alcohol, the loud pumping music, the debaucheries and the like. It seems as if those things are only reserved for the ignorant, elite, popular people who only get their A's because they bribe their professors with money…or something else. Screw them stereotypical media.

Tonight was just one of those uneventful nights. I sat in my plastic folding chair, poring over the pieces of paper and the handouts given to me by my teachers. I was, once again, drowning in all the tasks I offered to do in order to get extra credit. Some might see me as the teacher's pet, but I was only doing it to please my parents.

"Charlotte?" I heard my mother shouting through the door. I tore my head away from the desk and checked the clock. Half-past eight, dinner time. "Coming." I rose up my seat somewhat abruptly. I've got my butt glued there for the past three hours and no one really wants to sit in an uncomfortable plastic chair for that amount of time, right?

I grabbed an old, worn-out jacket, put it on hastily and sped downstairs. Everyone was already there: mum, dad, and my older sister, Chelsea. Wow, she was never home on weekdays.

She broke into a smug grin as I sat next to her. The scenario? The black sheep sitting right next to the perfect lamb.

Chelsea was one of those "elites", even if she wasn't as rich as them. The reason was that she made friends with one of the Queen Bees of our high school and it just so happened that they kicked out a member of their group and needed another.

And Chelsea just had the right timing. And it just so happened that Hanna, the Queen Bee, apparently liked her (but not in that kind of way) and so, voila, she became part of the Rich Bitches. And the rest was history.

I always hated being compared to Chelsea. How people described her as "pretty, sweet, popular, charismatic" and me as "silent, unattractive, nerdy" and all their synonyms. But I knew it was true. Chelsea was porcelain skinned, having long brown hair that could be the object of envy of even the shampoo commercial models. She was skinny, gorgeous, charismatic and, well…perfect.

And I was the exact opposite. The shadow of my popular, perfect older sister. As much as I hated it, I know I will never be the same as her.

I didn't even notice how little I ate when I left the table and ran towards my bedroom, with my mother calling out to me, and simultaneously locking the door as I slammed it shut.

I found myself once again walking the familiar, elaborately-decorated hallways of Brookeburgh. The school, at first sight, was extremely intimidating. With its' sprawling lawns, jade green marble floors, and the aura of grandeur it was emitting, I definitely knew that I won't be accepted here.

But due to some circumstances, I became a full-fledged Brookeburgh student. Which I wasn't expecting at all.

I took my usual seat at the classroom, which was at the back row. Almost all of the students were there in the room, either flirting, writing things on the board, throwing paper at each other or just plain talking. The usual scene in my classroom, or probably in all the classrooms here.

However, for some reason, they ceased making noises. Out of curiosity, I looked over from my desk to see an elusive figure standing on the doorway, his eyebrows furrowed in frustration and his lips turned down to a frown.

He was probably the closest thing I could compare to a god of beauty.

To be continued.

A/N : I know it's pretty crap for a first chapter, but please forgive me. xD Reviews will absolutely help. ;)