AN: The titles of the chapters will be named after Marilyn Monroe movies

AN: The titles of the chapters will be named after Marilyn Monroe movies. She is my favorite actress in the whole wide world :)

The Doyle School

The Hallways

Monday, September 24th

9:03 AM

The Doyle School looked like a place that used to be dusty and old and dark, but it wasn't. Everything was clean, and there was a statue of St. Catherine in the courtyard. Doyle also seemed like a place where the students wore uniforms, but that wasn't the rule. There were a pair of wrought-iron gates that had been opened, allowing the new students in for their first day of school.

Jackie found herself getting lost wherever she went. She felt like a sixth grader again. Now she was spinning her locker combination, but it wasn't opening. She was going to be late for class and without her books.

"Here's how to do it," a male voice said. A hand reached over and in a matter of milliseconds her locker was open. Jackie looked up. It was Dempsey Solomon.

Jackie thought of Dempsey as Bigfoot or Yeti – everyone was fascinated with him, and he was hardly ever seen. Except while Bigfoot and Yeti were hairy monster things, Dempsey did charity work and donated to the poor and started all the food drives for the homeless. He was the guy that traveled to slums in Mongolia or Bombay during the summer while everyone else went to their holiday homes in Italy or Hawaii.

"Uhh…yeah." Dempsey crinkled his brow. Jackie still wasn't saying anything.

"Th-thanks," she managed to say. She coughed and roamed blindly around inside her locker.

"No problem," Dempsey said. "I'm Dempsey."

Jackie nodded. "That's coo," she said. Oh my God, she did not just say 'coo'! That was the type of thing Tessa said! Except when Tessa said it she didn't even mean it!

"And you?"

Jackie gulped. "Jacqueline," she said. 'Jacqueline' sounded sophisticated. She sounded like the type of person who actually had holiday homes around the world and wore 300-dollar shoes and owned a mixed-breed dog.

"Thanks for the locker," she said, and if she could she would punch herself in the face. It's not like he gave you a locker! He just helped you open it!

"No problem. Look, I gotta go. I'll see you later." Dempsey slammed his locker, which Jackie realized was next to hers, and disappeared into the crowd.

Jackie sighed and shut her locker. Then she looked down at her books and realized she had grabbed the wrong books.

The Doyle School

Room 236 – Homeroom

Monday, September 24th

11:33 AM

"Parker, Aly," said Tessa's homeroom teacher Mrs. Coleman. She had shoulder-length blonde curls and violet eyes. She looked fresh out of college.

"Present," Aly said. She was doodling something in her notebook.

"Peak, Stacey," Mrs. Coleman said, marking something off her clipboard.

"Here."

Tessa stared at the ceiling. So far Doyle was boring. Everyone was the same. It was as if BOCD had never existed, even though only half of the school had been deported.

"Plovert, Chris."

Tessa dropped her pen. As she bent over to pick it up, her eyes widened. Plovert?! As in Chris Plovert?! Her first kiss? Her first fling? The boy she hooked up with at soccer camp? No…it couldn't be.

But what if it was?

"Plovert, Chris?" Mrs. Coleman searched the room.

"I'm here!" he shouted from the back of the room. He was snicker-punching Josh Hotz because Dylan Marvil's bright turquoise bra strap was showing through her Tory Burch tank top.

"All right." Mrs. Coleman marked something on her clipboard, too afraid to yell at the boys for making noise.

Tessa kept her eyes on the front of the classroom. She stared at the chalkboard and folded her hands. She pressed her lips together and crossed her legs. Then she uncrossed them. She had to look. I mean, it sounded a lot like his voice.

Tessa picked up her notebook and held it in front of her face and turned around and discreetly as she could.

It was him.

She turned back around, smacking her hip into the side of her desk. Owch. The desk kind of shook and everyone glanced over.

"Tessa?" It was Chris. "What are you – "

"Class, listen up," Mrs. Coleman said. "I will be passing out workbooks today."

Tessa took deep breaths. "I'm going to the nurse's. I don't feel so good," she squeaked, and ran out the door.

The Doyle School

The Cafeteria – Lunchline

Monday, September 24th

12:01 PM

"So what happened last night? Who were those freaks that vandalized your house?" Alicia asked.

"I have no idea. They ran the minute I appeared. Gawd. Shaving cream is suh-o hard to get out of grass!" Massie paused to drop a banana onto her tray. "These tables don't even have numbers!" she exclaimed as she pulled her friends along her into the lunchline.

"This isn't BOCD, Mass," Kristen said. She held up a mottled-brown green apple and sniffed it. Then she dropped it into her plate.

"Eww, why are you getting that?" Alicia said, pouring some fat-free ranch over her Caesar salad. "It looks rotten."

"It's ripe and juicy. I can tell." Kristen giggled.

"Ehmagawd, should we sit with the soccer boys?" Dylan butted in, sprinkling some shredded cheese on her tofu patty.

"You just want to be with Chris Plovert," Claire giggled.

"So what? He looks soooo cuh-yoot this year!" Dylan exclaimed. She sucked in her tummy. "Did I lose any weight this summer? I went on that cottage cheese diet last week."

"If we're going to sit with the HARTs, we're going to have to sit with Derrington!" snapped Massie. She eyed her clique with a contemptuous glare. "And Derrick and I are nawt on the best terms." She slid her tray daintily off the countery after paying and swept her eyes over the cafeteria. A few losers waved at the Pretty Committee, beckoning Massie to sit with them, but she knew better.

"Ehmagawd, Massie!" shrilled Dylan, "Dempsey just sat with the HARTs!"

"He did?" she gasped. "I mean, um, why would I give a crap?"

"Because you like him, ah-bviously," Kristen said. Massie felt vulnerable. Her friends were reading her as if she were the latest issue of Vogue! Massie tossed her hair and glared at Kristen, which shut her up. She quickly scanned the room.

"No tables ah-vailable," Massie said. "Guess we'll have to sit with the HARTs. I am nawt doing this willingly though!" she snapped.

Claire bit her nails. "Do we really have to?" she spoke up.

"Yes, Kuh-laire, we do!" Alicia said, although she looked pretty nervous herself. "Massie, I think I see a table over there. Maybe we can – "

Massie shook her head, her dark brown bob sweeping her shoulders. "I don't see any empty table," she said, gritting her teeth.

The Pretty Committee plopped down in the five available seats with Cam, Derrington, Kemp, Chris, and Josh.

"Hey, look, it's our entourage!" snickered Derrington.

Massie glared at him and peeled the sticker off her banana. She didn't really know what to say back, but her killer look seemed to do the trick.

Kemp leaned over the table and slapped high-five with Chris. "I can't believe how many hot girls came to Doyle this year," he said. "New hot girls."

Dylan grew red in the face.

"So why are you even sitting here anyway?" Derrick asked Massie. He eyed her derisively. "Missing me already?"

Massie ignored Derrington and turned to Dempsey, who was sitting at the end of the table and talking to Josh. His golden blonde hair glistened under the cafeteria lights, and his iPod-white teeth nearly blinded Massie. She wished Kemp could muh-ove so she could sit next to him. She pulled out her cell phone.

MASSIE: hey dempsey whts up?

"No, really," Derrington said, crossing his arms. "I know you want me back. Just admit it already." He smirked.

Massie smiled at Derrington. "I'll admit it when Kemp stops being pervy, hell freezes over and LBRs cease to exist."

The whole table "oooh"ed. Kemp shouted, "I'll never stop!"

Derrick glared. "All the girls love me," he said. "But why not Massie Block? Oh, that's right, because she has no heart."

"Girls do nawt love you!" Massie shrieked, losing it.

"Toe-dally," Alicia said. "I mean, they probably haven't forgotten your shorts-wearing phase."

"Ah-greed," Kristen and Dylan chimed.

"They do too," Derrick said, dragging a French fry through a pool of ketchup. "Want to bet on it?"

"Ah-ve course," Massie snapped back without missing a beat. "You flirt with…" she looked around the cafeteria and pointed to three girls sitting in random places. "…those girls and make them fall in love with you in a month." She grinned, proud of herself.

"Done," Derrick said. "If I win, you have to be a Derrick-fangirl for one week."

Massie gulped. The thought of being a Derrick-fangirl for even two hours made her sick to her stomach. Massie nodded. "Fine, whatevs. But if none of those girls fall in love with you, you have to be my fangirl for a week." She grinned.

The whole table erupted in more "oooh"s. Kristen tugged on Massie's flimsy purple Chloe blouse. "Massie," she hissed, "what are you doing?"

"I'm going to prove that Derrick is a LBR," Massie smirked. "Just watch me."

The Doyle School

The Cafeteria – Table in the Back

Monday, September 24th

12:40 PM

"Mac 'n cheese has more calories than spaghetti," Jackie said. "I read it in USA Today."

"Where's Tessa?" Skye said, twisting around in her seat like a pretzel. "She's late." She squeezed a bag of Doritos, trying to pop it open.

"No idea," Aly said. "I have a feeling that she's hiding somewhere." She leaned in and whispered, "Chris Plovert is in her homeroom."

The three girls gasped. "Really?" Jackie hissed.

"She said not to follow her." Aly bit her lower lip. "I'm sure she's fine."

Skye squeezed the Doritos until she looked as if she was lifting weights. "God, who does the packaging for this?" she gasped.

A pair of warm arms went around Skye's shoulders, snatching the chips out of her hands and opening them for her. "There you go," the voice belonging to the arms said.

Skye looked up and stared into the warm brown eyes of Derrick Harrington.

The Doyle School

Girls' Bathroom

Monday, September 24th

12:49 PM

"Tessa!"

Tessa stumbled into the bathroom, locking herself in one of the stalls. She had been hiding in Nurse Henrietta's office but she had gotten kicked out for eating too many of the little peppermints at the front desk.

She saw Chris' shoes on the bathroom floor. "Get out of here," Tessa said. "You're in the girls' bathroom." She sat down on the closed toilet seat. This was crazy. This was weird. Seeing Chris outside of soccer camp was just freaky. It was awkward.

"Tessa, come on out. What's wrong?"

"You go to Doyle, that's what's wrong!" Tessa said. Geez, the bathroom smelled like crap and burning hair. "And it's just…freaky!"

"No it's not," Chris said, although there was a trace of nervousness in his voice.

"Well, you're popular and I'm not," Tessa said. "So there's no way we can be together." She wiped her nose on her sleeve. "Forget it."

"I won't forget it." Chris stuck his hand under the stall, waiting for her to take it. Tessa stared at it.

"Are you saying…?"

"Yeah," Chris replied. "Let's get out of here before I'm busted."

Tessa giggled and touched his palm lightly before unlocking the door. They walked to lunch together.

AN: I apologize to Kendall for not bringing her into this chapter and Aly for not giving her any romance. (Yet.) I promise, the 3rd chapter is when the magic happens. Lol. R&R!