Disclaim.

---Casey---

When I got to school then next day, Emily was more hyper then usual, and I was too tired to understand what she was saying. Honestly, it's way to early to be talking quite that fast.

"So there's this new guy, and he's really cute. His name is Lucas. He's not the only new student either...Casey are you even listening to me?"

"Em, I'm listening, but you need to slow it down a bit. I had to stay up late last night doing laundry."

"Why?"

"Derek hung my bras in a tree outside my window."

"Why would he do that?"

"I don't know. But I stayed up late to make sure that Derek didn't try anything else with my bras. I put them through the wash, twice, and I'm glad I did that. God only knows what the sick jerk did to them before hanging them in the tree." I could see Emily shudder.

"That's gross, and he needs to keep his pranks to a less private situation."

"Agreed. Now, can we not talk about him? I have a headache without thinking about him."

"Sure. So shall I continue to fill you in on the new kids?"

"Please. It will keep my mind off…never mind, just tell me about them."

"Lucas just moved here from the States. I think New York, or something like that. Somewhere near the border. He's not really trying to become popular, but he already is. Rumor is he's hot, and that makes him popular automatically."

"I hate how that is. I used to be popular. You didn't want to mess with anyone with a 4.0. They could figure out ways to get you in a ton of trouble without lifting a finger. No one messed with me. I was the queen bee, and here I am nothing. It's so degrading how your grades mean nothing here. Like my hard work is nothing."

"Casey, don't say that. The higher your grade point average, the better your chance is to get into a good college."

"Yeah, Casey, you should never feel like your hard work is for nothing," a voice comes from behind them.

I turn. My eyes go wide in shock, and I don't know whether or not my heart has stopped.

"What are you doing here?" I exclaim once I gets my voice back. He takes me into a hug. "It's been along time, Casey. Make up some story. I'll go along with it to every extent I can." He whispers softly into my ear.

"Casey, you know who this is?" Emily asks me.

"Emily, why did you never tell me the last name of Lucas?" groaning slightly from affect, and pulling out of my hug with Lucas.

"Because that wasn't all that important. Casey, what is going on?"

"Emily, Lucas Storm and I used to go to middle school together. He moved after seventh grade to the States. I think he moved to Vermont, then. He may have moved somewhere else in the past three years."

"I am standing right here, Casey."

"I'm sorry. I just thought that maybe it'd be good if she knew. What state did you move to after Vermont? It's been a really long time since we talked."

"I moved all over, but I just moved back here from New York."

"So my sources where right?" Emily whispers to herself, thinking that neither Lucas nor I have heard her.

"Yes, Emily, your sources where right." I say to her in a whisper. I can tell she's blushing. "How long do you think it will be until you move again?"

"I don't know. Hey, what class do you have first period?"

"Dance." Casey answers simply.

"Still a dancer I see. Ok, well I wanted to know what classes I'd have with you, that's all."

"Well, hand over your schedule, and I can tell you." He handed me his schedule. I scanned it quickly, and gave it back to him. "The only period we don't have together is first. Meet me here after your first. We'll walk to class together."

"Sounds like a plan." As soon as the words left his mouth, the bell rang, telling us we had five minutes to get to class.

"See you in an hour."

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"Hey, Case, could you help Missy with the routine? She's having a little trouble with the movements, and making sure they are fast enough," my dance teacher asks as soon as I enter the room.

"Sure, Miss. Dawn."

"Oh! And Casey, we have a new student to welcome to our class. Her name is Becca Newton."

I spin around so fast I swear I got whiplash. "What are…how did you…Ugh!" I stammer.

"Casey, you know Becca?"

"Know her? She's my best friend," I tell the class. To Becca I say, "B, how are you here?" a double meaning in my words. I didn't mean in a 'Why are you at this school?' way. It was more of a "How are you in this universe?' way. "Your mom swore you'd never go to public school." I say playing along, knowing things are going to be really bad.

"My mom had no choice. I have to be here. She got transferred, and no private school was accepting new students,"

"Lucas is here too. I have all my classes, except for this one, with him. What are your classes?"

"I have French next. Here, look at my schedule," she says as she hands me her schedule. I look over it quick enough to know that she has all her classes with me. "B, you are going to be staying with me the rest of the day."

She looks me in the eye, and raises an eyebrow. Telling me things that the class would never understand. She was here to help, and so was Lucas.

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Ah, a twist. Sorry it took so long to update. I was away over the summer, and didn't have a computer that I could have typed another chapter up on. When I got back, it was right before school started here, so I had to get into that. This is my first real chance to sit and write. I love you guys. I hope you like this chapter.

~Tori