If anyone is actually reading this, I'm seriously sorry for taking so long on an update

Chase closed his locker and went over to the circular island bench in the middle of the entrance hall to hang out with his siblings before first bell. Bree was absorbed in her phone while Adam and Leo were talking about some movie. They all turned to the entrance doors at the odd sound of hard wheels rolling over the floor of the entrance hall. Three teenagers, two boys and a girl, stopped their skateboards and picked them up. They were obviously related with their brown hair, natural blonde highlights and different shades of blue eyes. They reminded Chase of someone, but he couldn't think of who. The girl wore a leather jacket over a black t-shirt that read Thousand Foot Krutch in bold grey script above a grey fire symbol with a black mask and pure white eyes, a pair of worn jeans and grey running shoes. The brother on her left was dressed in a light blue plaid shirt over a plain black t-shirt, ripped jeans and a pair of dark blue Nikes. The other one was wearing an old army jacket over a grey t-shirt with IWU in the middle of his chest in alternating grey and red letters with white outline and Indiana Wesleyan University printed just below in smaller white script, ripped jeans and a pair of grey All-Star high-tops. Both boys had an army dogtag hanging around their necks.

The girl looked down at her hand as the three walked towards the lockers. Obviously, they were new-he'd certainly never seen them before-and their locker numbers and combos were probably written on her hand. She stopped at a locker, which happened to be next to his own, and unlocked it. She propped her board up in the locker and stuffed the rest of her things in, keeping a notebook with her as well as a pencil. She then showed her brothers their locker info and waited as they opened them, propping their skateboards inside before stuffing everything else in and keeping out a notebook and pencil. They all turned and headed for the stairs. Seeing Chase and the others watching them, the girl smiled and gave a small wave. Chase smiled and waved back. He felt drawn to her, but not in an attracted sort of way. Not that she wasn't attractive, but there was something else about her.

"You two know each other?" Leo asked.

"Aww, does Chase finally have someone other than Bree to talk about girly things with?" Adam mocked in his best babyish voice. Bree glared at him for dragging her into this while Chase gave him a long suffering look.

"No, but it's polite to wave back. Not that you'd care about that sort of thing." Chase shot back. Adam scrunched up his face in confusion. Before they could continue any further, the bell rang which warned them they had five minutes to get to class.

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Chase walked into his first hour, Spanish, and immediately saw the girl from earlier. She sat in the third row on the far side of the room, headphones plugged in while she sketched in her notebook. He took his normal seat in the front row, closest to the door. Within a few minutes, the bell rang and the teacher, Sra. Carlson, entered the room and closed the door. She walked up to her desk and leaned against it, mentally taking attendance like she always did. When she finished, she went to her computer to e-mail it to Perry. Not that she would check it.

When Sra. Carlson looked back up, her eyes narrowed on the new girl who still had her ear buds in. The teacher strode up to her, crossing her arms over her chest. The new girl glanced up, taking out her ear buds.

"Señorita Cordlin, no sé cómo hizo cosas en Montana, pero aquí no escuchamos a la música mientras la profesora está hablando."

"Lo siento, Señora." The girl said, wrapping up her headphones and sticking them into the pocket of her leather jacket. Sra. Carlson nodded and returned to her desk, beginning to explain what they would be doing that day; reviewing with partners. As per usual, Chase was avoided by his classmates because they all knew he would leave them in the dust. The new girl was also alone. He smiled at her, subtly offering to partner up. She smiled back, letting him know she understood, and stood up. She took the desk beside him and slid it closer. Sra. Carlson passed out the review sheets and everyone started talking, most not working on their review.

"Hi." The girl said, slightly nervous.

"Hey, I'm Chase Davenport."

"Felicity Cordlin. I just moved here from Montana a few days ago."

"Well, welcome to California."

Felicity laughed and he was compelled to join in. Her eyes were a brilliant sky blue. Again, he was reminded of someone, but he couldn't think of who.

"Well, we should probably start on this. I guess you'll want me to do it?" He asked her.

She snorted derisively. "Not on your life. Just try to keep up."

With that, she took out her pencil and began working on the paragraph they were supposed to translate for review. Chase grinned and started to do the same. He was seriously liking this girl.

Señorita Cordlin, no sé cómo hizo cosas en Montana, pero aquí no escuchamos a la música mientras la profesora está hablando-Miss Cordlin, I don't now how you did things in Montana, but here we don't listen to music when the teacher is speaking

Lo siento, Señora-I'm sorry, Miss