A/N: Alrighty! I made few renovations to this chapter…just some grammar and changed some stuff I thought was cheesy. Nothing big, enjoy!

-Angel

Los Angeles Country Day
Thursday, August 20
9:00 am

The tall, double doors swung of the school opened from Chrissie's push. She strutted through the entryway, looking only straight ahead, so people could stare at her and not be given a get-your-eyes-off-of-me look from Chrissie. A boy whistled as she walked by. She scanned the halls for a girl who seemed to meet her rules. She saw a very pretty Asian girl who she had never seen before. She must've been new. She had pin-straight hair and perfect bangs that went just below her eyebrows. Her blue off-shoulder shirt and salmon colored necklace looked great against her tanned skin. Tapped away on her iPhone 5 c, looking casual and preppy.

Not bad. Chrissie thought.

Chrissie stood up and walked over to the locker the nameless girl was sitting by. She tinkered around with the lock on the locker for a moment.

"Whoops." Chrissie said. She didn't finish her sentence until the nameless girl looked up from her phone. "Wrong locker." She finished. The Asian girl forced a smile and a chuckle, and then went back to texting or whatever she was doing.

"Ehmagawd!" exclaimed Chrissie. "I love your top!" she cooed, as if she was just now noticing how awesome the nameless girl's outfit was.

"Thanks!" she said. "I like your dress! Ralph Lauren?"

"Given!" said Chrissie. "The only time I can pull off a t-shirt dress is when its Ralph Lauren."

"No joke." Said the girl. "Ralph rocks."

"I'm Chrissie. Chrissie Fisher."

"Oh. My. God." Gaped the girl. "You're Claire Lyons's daughter?!"

"The very same." Said Chrissie. "What about you? Do you have a name?"

"Lindsey Gin-Lee. It's such a pleasure to meet you!" Said the girl called Lindsey. "I saw you pull up. I love your limo!"

"Thanks." Chrissie sighed. "What about you? what kind of car do you have?"

"My mom drives a Cadillac, and my dad drives a Mercedes. But my Nanny, Andrea, drives me to school in a Porshe." Said Lindsey.

"Awesome!" gasped Chrissie. "We should totally go shopping together after school!" Chrissie exclaimed, breaking out an award winning smile.

"Um, well, okay!" said Lindsey. "My mom and dad are both lawyers, and there working on a murder case right now, so I'm sure they'd be okay with it." she stated. Lindsey's parents were probably very successful, due to all the expensive things they had. Alpha, check. Beta, check. Gamma and delta, soon to come.

"Ew." Said Chrissie and Lindsey as a nerdy boy blew kisses to them. "Why did this school have to be girls and boys?" asked Chrissie.

"Probably because the board wants us to be in a "natural" environment so we don't get all screwed up." Said Lindsey. She put air quotes on "natural".

"Well I think it's weird." Said Chrissie. "My mother went to a private school. It was all girls. It's just weird I guess"

"Agreed."

The pair strutted to homeroom, gossiping and pointing out flaws in every person they passed. "Oh god." Lindsey said as they passed a cute guy who flashed them a toothy smile and a wink. "Why do I love buzz cuts?!" she asked the ceiling.

Nope. Chrissie thought. I'm cool with boys.

"You gotta be bold girl!" said Chrissie. "C'mon, let's go flirt!" she motioned Lindsey towards the guy.

"Erm…" said Lindsey. "Can it wait? We're gonna be late for homeroom." She tried lamely.

"No it can't wait." Chrissie pushed. "Let's go." Lindsey had no choice but to follow Chrissie. She plastered on a weak smile as they made their way to the group of boys.

"Did you guys see the soccer game last night?" Said one of the boys in the group, not noticing that Chrissie and Lindsey had approached.

"Yeah!" said another. "Fisher's defense was spotless!" he exclaimed. Chrissie smirked at her father's soccer skills, even though he was 38, he was very experienced and fit, even for a MLS player.

"Sorry," she said. "I hate to butt in, my name is Chrissie Fisher, and I-"

"Wait." said one with a side-swept, dirty blonde hair. "The Chrissie Fisher…your parents are-"

"Yep." Said Chrissie. "Claire Lyons and Cam Fisher."

"Does that mean your dad is the, you know, famous soccer player?"

"That's the one." Yawned Chrissie, getting tired of all the praise, while Lindsey was completely silent. Chrissie elbowed her in her arm while the boys talked in hushed, excited voices.

"Um…" Lindsey spoke up. "I'm Lindsey. Um, Mr. Alberts is my homeroom teacher um…speaking of that, we're going to be late, Chrissie." She said, trying to hurry things along.

"Mr. Alberts is my homeroom teacher too." said the boy with the buzz cut. "We should go, he can be strict. I'm Lucas by the way." He motioned her to walked with him. (talk about cliché) but gawd he was tall. He resembled Liam Payne from One Direction, tall, buzzed, and masculine. Chrissie did remeber him from grade school though...but he certainly has changed.

"Hold on just a sec, Lindsey." Chrissie pulled Lindsey back. "Gimme your number." She whispered. She pulled out her phone, then went to her contacts list. "223-9454," Said Lindsey.(A/N random number. Please don't try to call it. -_-) Chrissie punched in the number, then made the new contact under "Lindsey". Then Lindsey waved goodbye to Chrissie, and walked to Lucas's side. Then Chrissie waved to the lingering group of guys, and then took off for her own homeroom.