Pulling one of her curls she saw was too tight in the rearview mirror, the ambassador's daughter let out a nervous sigh, sitting back against the leather of the seat she was in. Her mother had insisted that their driver get Emily to and from school, but the teenager thought it would cause so much embarrassment for her. Sadly, their new mansion was out of the way of the bus route, and she had no other choice.

She still didn't have a car. No matter how much money they had, her parents didn't think she was ready to have such a responsibility.

"Are you alright, Miss Prentiss?"

Emily looked back into the rearview mirror and gave her driver a nervous smile. "I guess."

The middle aged man nodded. Knowing the brunette for years, the driver was sure she was just trying to keep it together. Another day, another new school. "I'm sure you'll do great," he grinned. "Straight A's as always, right?"

The teenager smiled. "Hopefully."

Pulling up to the school, the driver was quick to unbuckle his belt so he could get out and let his client out.

"No," Emily interrupted, sticking her hand out and touching her driver's shoulder. "Please don't add to the embarrassment."

The driver smiled, sitting back in his seat.

"Thank you for driving me," she smiled. "Do you mind not coming to pick me up? I can walk home."

"Miss Prentiss, it's eight miles."

Emily shrugged. "Exercise." She opened the door and stepped out of the expensive car and into the sunlight. Squinting, she moved a few ebony hairs from her face and gave a small wave to her driver before walking up the school's steps.

Up the stairs and in front of the front doors, the ambassador's daughter saw the cute football player she had seen the day before. He was so handsome: chiseled features, dark hair and a bright smile. She was able to see that all from underneath his helmet at football practice, and when he'd taken it off, she was sure she lost her breath.

Walking up the last few steps, she made sure to avert her gaze in case he were to look over. If their eyes met, she'd for sure trip or crash into somebody and embarrass herself in front of him.

And just her luck, the moment she looked away from the older boy her chest collided with another, and her phone and water bottle clattered to the marble steps.

"Here," a familiar voice said, kneeling down beside her to recap the spilled bottle.

Emily looked up to see James, the other football player, holding out the plastic bottle for her.

His eyes lit up. "Hey," he grinned, helping her stand. "Emily, right? How are you?"

The brown eyed teenager smiled smally to the older boy and shook her head. "Good," she laughed lightly, surprised to have such a reaction from who she knew was a popular boy. "How'd the rest of your practice go yesterday?"

"Great thanks to your tip," he laughed. Gesturing her over, he held out a hand to the boy Emily had been crushing on for a full day. "Aaron, this is Emily. The team's savior."

Emily did her best to hold in her snort as Aaron gave her his hand, and she gave him her most firm handshake. "Hi," the brunette breathed.

Aaron smiled wide to the beautiful girl. "Hey. Thanks for that tip by the way," he grinned. "Our team hasn't been able to fix that play for the past month, and we're down to the state finals. You really helped us out."

The brunette beauty shook her head. "It was nothing. I've played for a few years so I thought I could help."

"You really did."

Biting her lip, the ambassador's daughter got herself ready to ask the attractive teen to help her find the guidance office, where she needed to go and pick up her schedule, when a flash of blond hair invaded her eyes.

"Hey," the familiar face grinned. "Emily right?"

Emily remembered JJ from the day before and she gently nodded her head. "Yeah. You actually didn't give me your name."

The soccer player offered her hand to the new girl. "Jennifer Jareau. My friends call me JJ."

Emily gave a small smile.

"You could also call her Jenny."

The blond turned and smacked the football player in his peck. "You know I hate that."

Aaron laughed. "Why did you think I did it?"

Rolling her eyes at the cute boy, the soccer player turned back around to smile at the new girl. "Do you have your schedule yet?"

Emily silently shook her head.

"Why don't you come with me and I can show you to the office?"

The junior didn't even have the chance to respond before the blond was dragging her inside the school.

"So where are you from?"

Emily's cheeks puffed. That was a loaded question. If she were to get into the entire story, they'd be there until the last period of the day. "I just moved from London," she said softly.

JJ's head turned, her eyes wide. "You're English?"

"No, no. My family just moves around a lot."

Nodding her head, the blue eyed teen led her through the hallways. "Well I saw you eyeing Aaron again," she chuckled, seeing the embarrassment flood the other girl. "Sweetie, he has a girlfriend." Who would one day be her. She knew Haley was getting on his last nerve.

Emily quickly shook her head. "He's just nice."

"A lot of people here are nice," the teen said in a whispered tone, condescension in her voice. "But that doesn't mean they're for everybody. There's a hierarchy here, and Aaron's one of the ones at the top."

The brunette girl took her arm from the other girl's as they reached the office. "Thanks," she said flatly.

JJ gave a small smile to the brunette. "That invitation for lunch is still available if you're interested." Flipping her platinum blond locks over her shoulder, the soccer player waved. "Have a nice day."

Emily felt a sour taste enter her mouth, knowing she had almost associated herself with someone like JJ. She quickly entered the office and smiled to the secretary, wanting to do her best on her first day.

She'd rather have no friends than be friends with those girls.