Hello again :D! Sorry I'm so late. No need to explain, you all probably already know what school and flu's can do to a person. Anyway, I was going to post yesterday, but I wanted to alter a few things and make sure the chapter lived up to it's best ability. I apologize in advance for any grammar issues, I tend to make a lot of those. I hope you enjoy it. :)

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Katie's POV
The end of the day came by fast, and before I knew it, I was lying down in bed, exhausted. There's only so much that a 17 year old girl can take in one whole day. Something I couldn't get off my mind was the brief phone call I received earlier. How did he find out I was back, and why didn't he want me back here? I groaned to myself, frustrated that I couldn't figure it out.

Just then, I heard my door open. In the darkness, I could barely see a tall figure come into my room and shut the door. "Who is it," I whispered, sitting up.

"It's James," he answered back in a whisper, sitting on my bed. Did he not get the message earlier that I didn't want to talk to him?

"Just get out of my room, James," I replied, lying back down and putting the pillow over my head. I heard a muffled voice, but I couldn't hear any words. "If you're trying to talk to me, I can't hear you," I said, clutching my pillow tightly so it would continue to block out noise.

Suddenly, the pillow was snatched away from me, and my eyes adjusted to the darkness so I could see him throw it across the room. "Hey," I almost yelled, but made my voice softer after I realized it was too loud.

James laughed and whispered, "You never stopped acting like a little kid, did you?"

"I don't act like a little kid! And I want my pillow back," I yelled half whispered to him. He smiled at me, as I tried my best not to smile back. Unfortunately, I gave in, and let my mouth curve into a smile. Ugh, I hate that smiles are contagious! "What do you want?" I asked, sitting up on my bed.

"I just wanted to talk to you. You seemed mad at me when I walked in," he said.

"I have every right to be mad at you," I replied.

"What did I do that was so bad?"

"Look, I don't feel like talking right now, especially to you, I've got a lot on my mind," I snapped at him. I got out of bed and walked across the room to get my pillow. I looked back at him, just to see him still sitting on my bed. "Do you mind?" I asked, walking back to my bed.

He sighed and slowly walked to the door. My eyes couldn't see him very well in the dark, but I saw his figure opening the door and walk out, then shutting it quietly. I told myself that he deserved it, but my heart was begging me to go after him. We used to be close friends a long time ago, but that was before the day I left, and he didn't say goodbye to me. He could've at least called before I left. Maybe he did? Maybe he came too late and didn't get a chance. But what are the odds of that happening? He's James, since when has he actually cared more about a person than himself? Actually, he hascared about his friends every once in a while.

"I'm so confused," I said outloud, falling back on my bed. My eyes were getting heavy, and the blankets beneath me were warm and fluffy. I honestly think I deserve at least one good night's sleep before tomorrow, when my new life begins.

*Next Day*

The sound of guys yelling at each other was what woke me up on that "pleasant" morning. I opened my eyes, and squint them for a few seconds, forgetting how bright the sun was in Los Angeles. I looked over to my right and checked the time. 10:27am? That gives me enough time to go out and buy some clothes. I got out of bed and headed straight to the bathroom. I fixed up my hair and brushed my teeth. It was still the morning, so I decided to keep my PJs on. They were a light blue. The top was long sleeved, and the bottoms were shorts. PJs were the only things you could bring to the boarding school that wasn't part of the uniform.

I walked out of the bathroom, and towards the kitchen. Immediately, I heard the yelling get even louder.

"You're unbelievable!"

"Says the one who ruins a 10,000 dollar textbook!"

"You have the money to pay it off, so stop complaining!"

"I know I have the money, but that's not the point!"

Logan and James were in each other's faces, telling each other off. I was a little worried for Logan. Yes, he was basically a man and pretty tall, but James was six foot one and towered over him. "Hey!" I yelled, getting them to stop in the middle of their argument. They both looked over to me in a flash. James expression turned into a calm one, and Logan's into a surprised one. "Thanks to your little cat fight, I woke up earlier than I wanted to."

"I have to go," Logan said, hurrying out the door. What's with him this week? He's acting as if he's trying to avoid me...

James glared at Logan and sat down on one of the stools in front of the counter. I took the seat next to him and grabbed a strawberry from a plate. "Where's Kendall?" I asked, trying not to make any eye contact with him, while taking a few bites of the strawberry. He shrugged, grabbing two pieces of celery and taking a bite out of them at the same time.

Carlos must be sleeping in today. I got up and hurried to his room. Sure enough, he was sleeping on his bed, game controller in his hand. I reached under his pillow and found his wallet. I'll pay him back later, but for now, I need to borrow $50. I walked back to my room to change into something different.

I decided to put on my uniform. It was a red jacket that had the initials B.H. on it, with a white button up shirt under it, and a red skirt. It wasn't the best outfit, but I had to wear it until I bought some new clothes.

I was on my way to the last store at the mall, with three shopping bags full of five shirts, three pairs of pants, and four pairs of shoes. Of course I would buy more another day, because this wasn't nearly enough as I needed. I looked up at a sign that said Vivi Fashion on it. It looked interesting, so I walked in. It was a small store with shirts, jeans, shoes, dresses, and accessories inside of it. I picked out a few more shirts, jeans, and earrings. If I bought any more, my hands would be full of bags.

I handed the money to the cashier, and felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around, and saw a boy standing in front of me. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a really nice smile. Immediately, I felt butterflies in my stomach. I haven't been around boys for so long, I forgot how cute some of them can be. "Hey," the boy said, "I'm Joey, I haven't seen you around before."

"Oh… Well, that's because I j-just moved here from New York," I managed to say, biting my lip in frustration. Katie, you're making a fool of yourself! Just calm down and talk to him normally. "I'm planning on finishing my senior year here in L.A."

"Cool, I'm in my senior year too. You should apply to Gracie High School, it's a good school."

"I'll have to look into that," I replied, smiling at him. Wow, he is perfect. I quickly turned around and grabbed my shopping bag off of the counter and turned back around. "Hey, maybe I can talk to you later, but I have be on time to an audition at Toni Universal in a few hours."

"Really? I'm going there for an audition too. Maybe I could pick you up at your place and give you a ride," he suggested.

"Sounds like a plan. Pick me up at 2:30 in front of the Palmwoods?"

"Sure. See you later," answered, walking off with a smile on his face.

"Bye," I said in a quiet voice, and a smile growing on my face. Once he was out of sight, I jumped up into the air, letting out a "Yes!" in the process. The cashier gave me a funny look, but I ignored her. It was my first day out in Los Angeles and I snagged myself a hottie.

I hopped out of my car, and into the Palmwoods. I could still picture Joey's perfect face in my mind. It was already 2:00, so I hurried to the elevator. I immediately skidded to a stop when I saw a desk in front of the elevator, and a little girl with black hair sitting behind it. She had on a black shirt with a few sequins on it, black leggings, and dark brown sunglasses. I gave her a weird look before I took a few more steps to press the elevator button. Before I could even extend my finger, the little girl said, "If you want to press that button, it's gonna cost you five bucks. Pay up lady."

I raised my eyebrows and let out a small laugh. "You don't own this elevator, so technically, I don't have to pay you anything," I said, crossing my arms. Who does this little girl think she is?

She pulled out a contract from under her desk and said, "No, I don't own the elevator, because it costs too much money. But the idiot who works here sold me these buttons for 20 dollars. So technically, you DO have to pay me if you want to use this elevator," she replied, taking her glasses off and putting her feet on the desk.

"Technically, couldn't I just wait for someone to come down to the lobby using the elevator, and not have to pay you anything?"

"Technically, you could, but who knows how long that can take?"

Wow, she's good. Almost like how I was when I was younger. "Who are you?" I asked, curious.

"Tracy McLauren, Los Angeles's soon-to-be best manager. If you need help with contracts, you know who to call," she said in a professional voice, flashing me a smile.

"Thanks, but I'm pretty good at handling contracts myself," I replied. Suddenly, the elevator opened, and an old woman stepped out. "And it looks like I'm not paying you."

Tracy sighed, and took her feet off the desk. "You seem cool. What's your name?"

"Katie Knight, one step closer to being a manager than you," I answered, walking into the elevator and pressing the number 2. The doors closed and I leaned back against the wall. I have a feeling this little girl is going to cause me trouble. The elevator bell rang, and the doors slid open. I hurried out and went towards 2J. The door was unlocked, so I opened the door and stepped in. It was quiet, as if no one was home. I went to my room and searched through my bags. I picked out some skinny jeans, a green shirt with a sequined rose on it, and a grey jacket with the words "West Coast" on it. That seemed like a good outfit to wear to an audition, or rehearsal, or whatever it is.

I had already taken a shower before going to the mall, so all I had to do was put on the new clothes. I wonder why the guys aren't home. They don't have anything important to do today since it's their day off. Once my clothes were on, I went to the mirror and parted my hair to the side with a comb. Finally satisfied, I walked out of my room.

I could hear whispering coming from Carlos and Logan's room. So they are home? I wonder what they're whispering about. Leaning against the door, I pressed my ear against it and listened.

"-I wasn't thinking. I just thought it would be funny!"

"Well it wasn't," a voice that sounded like Logan's whispered, "And it could get her into big trouble."

"What's the worst he could do? It's not like he has that much power over us, right?"

"If anything happens, Carlos, I'm the one to blame. And you're second in line. So we both need to keep this a secret. Andstop laughing!"

"Dude, come on, it's funny!"

Logan sighed, and I heard footsteps come close to the door. I bit my lip and ran to the front door. I was out of there in a flash, and in the elevator again. I wonder what Carlos and Logan were talking about. It better not be about me, I already have enough problems as it is. Once the elevator was at the lobby, I ran out, surprised to see that Tracy wasn't there.

I hope that Joey didn't blow me off; it just seemed too good to be true that a guy like him would ask me out. Sure enough, he was sitting outside in his... car, which I have no idea what it's called. I smiled and waved, and he winked at me. He pulled up, and I got in the car with him. "Hey, you look stunning today," Joey said, looking me up and down. I blushed, and put my seatbelt on.

"Thanks," I said, feeling my face heat up. Gosh, he is so hot! He drove off at 50 miles per hour, making my head thud back against the seat. He turned the radio on, and it blasted out a song on what seemed like full blast.

I can see you standing there

You can see me girl, I stop and stare

I look you in the eyes

And then you realize

I'm the one you're taking home tonight

"Great song, right?" He asked me, nodding his head to the beat. I didn't know he was into this kind of music. Was it normal for guys to like boy bands?

"Um, yeah. I... I love this song," I managed to say. This song was kind of like a mix if BTR and Justin Timberlake, but sounded a lot more like the boy bands in the 90s. "So," I started, trying to get myself comfortable in the car, "are you going to be part of the cast of Summer in Westfield?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm playing the part of Shane. He's supposed to be the hottest guy on the show, so it isn't really a shock that I got picked."

I raised my eyebrows at him, thinking to myself how conceited he was. "I'm guessing you got the role of Christa, only because her character is gorgeous, just like you," he added in. I changed my mind. He's the best person ever.

"Thanks."

We pulled up to the building and he parked the car. He got out and opened the door for me. I happily hopped out, still beaming from Joey's comment. Once he shut the door and locked the car, we walked inside the building, with his arm around me. "If you're new to this, I've been on TV millions of times, so I'll help you learn how everything works," he said, walking us to a hallway.

"I'll be sure to let you know if I'm in any trouble," I assured him, looking around the hall. "Just being curious, but what shows have you been on?"

"Well, my first show as a child was Lola's Playground, and I was the best looking boy in the cast. Then in my pre-teen years, I was in three different shows at once. The first one was…"

I eventually faded out of the conversation, getting bored of his arrogant talk. He's lucky he's cute, or else he'd be single for life. Finally, he led me to a door that he opened while "enlightening" me about his rise to fame. "And now I'm part of the music group called Jo-E, named after me. Oh, and speaking of our band, there's one of our rivals standing across from us," he said, gesturing towards a tall guy with his back faced to us.

What a second, I think I know who this guy is. "James?" I asked, hoping that it wasn't him. This would just make things even worse, considering all the drama that's been going on at home. He turned around, revealing his face, and his signature long hair that girls go crazy for. Crap…

"Katie?"

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