Ok I'm short on time so I'm going to cut the crap cuz I know you'd rather read a story that me ranting on and on!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Nine Lives of Chloe King just like every other person who is writing fanfics about it. The number of people writing proves that the show is cared about and should be continued!

And this whole chapter is 2,000+ words!

Previously on What?

Alek is going on a date with Natasha so that she doesn't end up alone on a Friday night, but he doesn't really like her. Everyone has gotten over the fact that Chloe is gone, and although they still miss her, they aren't in constant tears. Or even tears anymore. In fact, there are days when no one says a thing about her out loud. Meanwhile, Chloe is on an island and has been tricked to thinking her name is Natalie Jensen and she is on a vacation with her friend and her friends' father, Alek, whom she HATES. She just finished her last day on vacation and is going to move out. However, she doesn't really trust her friend, Mariah, and Alek, so she lied about where she was moving to – San Francisco.

Alek POV

I'd gotten back from my date with Natasha around midnight. It had been terrible. After the movie, we went to go get some coffee. She'd ranted on about the time she broke a nail right after she got a manicure for an hour. I'd zoned out a few times, but I still got to learn about how gross a nail looks when you break it. And I had the "privilege" to see her zebra print nails. She said she'd gotten them done just for our date. I almost felt bad because there was no way I liked her but she thought I did, but when she started talking about her diet, I completely forgave myself because she was just so annoying! Worst date ever. I had no idea that a girl could care so much about gaining 1 pound that she'd gone off and bought a gym membership and a $100/month diet thing from a commercial! No way was I ever going to go on a date with her again. Valentina woke me up about 10 minutes ago and told me to go pick up a visitor from the airport. Some Mai girl had wanted to visit San Fran. She's looking for a pride she likes in America, so she's spending a couple days with each one. I wasn't looking forward to training a newbie.

Chloe POV

I woke up in the morning, cheerful and ready to go. I grabbed my bags and rushed out of my bedroom. I'd accidentally woken up extra early. We were on a special island Mariah's family had owned, so we had to have a helicopter come pick us up. I called the pilot and told him I was ready to go. While he was on his way, I rushed inside to leave a note for Alek and Mariah.

Alek and Mariah,

Thanks for letting me stay with you when my parents left. I appreciate it. I'm sorry I didn't say goodbye in person, but I'm just so excited to go to Africa that I couldn't wait any longer! I hope the helicopter doesn't wake you guys up. I was up really early. Once again, I really appreciate you guys giving me a home for a while. I'm POSITIVE I'll never forget you. However, I don't plan on visiting or contacting you ever again. So I'm just going to say this now. I hate you Alek. I hate you with all my heart. You've never been nice to me and I'm sick of you disrespecting me and abusing me. Go ahead and say I ran away and have them search for me. Too bad you can't because I was never legally yours. Show them this note and tell them I ran away. Yeah, well it says you were abusing me. I don't think they're going to like that. So stop complaining and be thankful I said thank you. And last but not least, I'm not really going to Africa. Good luck. Have a nice life. I know you're not going to heaven, Alek. As for Mariah, I don't want to predict.

-Natalie J.

As I finished writing, I heard the helicopter show up. I rushed out the door, leaving the note on the table. I threw my few belongings into the helicopter and jumped into the passenger seat. As soon as I buckled up, he took off. I could've sworn that, as I looked down from way up in the air, I saw Alek, running out to the shore with the letter in his hand waving it around and yelling. I'm extremely thankful that the pilot didn't see him, because there was no doubt in my mind that he would've lowered the plane back down if he had. I closed my eyes and sighed. I was free at last. I was on my way to the airport. Soon, I was on a plane on my way to San Francisco. It turns out I wasn't very far from it. It was about an hour long plane ride. I don't know why I wanted to go there. It just felt right. Like some part of me knew that there was going to be something waiting for me there.

The plane ride had been relaxing. It was early in the morning, so there wasn't much talking. I was excited for my new life. I'd been doing Alek's laundry, and he'd always left large amounts of money in his pockets on accident. I'd just been taking it. That had made me $2,000 dollars in a week and he hadn't even noticed it was gone. And then Mariah always had her wallet laying around with thousands of dollars in it. This family was rich. I'd taken $1,000 dollars from it, but then it had been lying on the counter this morning, and I'm never going to see her again, so I took everything in it. I now had $8,000 dollars total and a credit card with who knows how much money in it. I knew that they could trace purchases from the credit card so I took all the money out of its account at the airport. They couldn't find out where I was from that. There had been $105,000 in the account. I had enough to escape successfully and not be a hobo. I'd bought a briefcase and put the money in it – all $113,000 of it. Thankfully, the airport hadn't questioned the money and had let me take it on board. I was going to put it in the bank once I arrived.

I got off the plane at 8:45am. There were a lot of people getting picked up. It made me feel lonely, because I wasn't. I was going to have to do this alone. I signaled a taxi and told them to take me to the Comfort Inn that was in walking distance from the school. They gladly took me there. They kept trying to ask me why I was visiting San Fran and a bunch of questions and I just ignored him mostly. I just kept saying I felt like coming and he eventually stopped. Soon, we were there. I got my bags out of the back and went inside. I got a room on the first floor. It was nice and cozy. It was cheap too. Only $25 a night! I hope it didn't have bugs or rats or something…

It was still early so I headed out to the school to pick up the enrollment papers. I wanted to start school tomorrow. I loved my current hair, but I kind of wanted to change it up a bit and I figured why not now? I'm starting fresh, so I might as well change my look a little too. I kept my hair blonde, but I got 5 inches cut off, highlights, and a straight perm. It took an hour in a half. I looked a lot different by the time it was over. I mean sure, it's just a hair cut, but wow. This changed me more than I thought it would. I liked it. Why not change more? I wanted to be popular and this look wasn't going to cut it. I could still have my hair in a nice high pony tail now. It was still pretty long. My hair had been almost down to my waist. I wondered when I'd last gotten a haircut… I went to Target and got a bunch of new makeup. All of mine was pretty much wrecked or used up. I was going to start wearing thick eyeliner and mascara daily. Not so much that I looked like a raccoon, but just enough that my eyes looked different. I didn't need to go so extreme to get color contacts. No way. They might wreck my eyesight and they would definitely just cost me extra money that I wasn't going to have once I bought a house. I put on the makeup in the bathroom after I bought it and then headed to school for the papers. It was going to be my last year in school and I wanted to make it special. I mean I guess I still looked recognizable, but I didn't look like myself anymore. I mean, I guess I might've overdone it a little bit. I guess everyone was in class now because the hallways were empty. The lady at the desk looked at me when I came into the office.

"Chloe, I thought you'd moved away?" She'd asked.

"What? I'm sorry; I think you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Natalie Jensen; I'd like to enroll in this school. I just moved here. I actually arrived a few hours ago." I said. I don't know why she called me Chloe. I liked the name Chloe though.

She looked confused for a minute. She finally decided that I wasn't Chloe and said, "Ok. I'll go get them. It'll take a few minutes."

I nodded. I'd brought with the birth certificate Mariah had showed me to tell me my name after the cancer transplant. It had been so recent that it had all happened – cancer, my parents leaving, moving in with Mariah, and Alek's abuse. I was glad it was all over though. She came back with the papers after about 5 minutes and I sat in the chair and filled them out. It took a while because there were so many. Soon, it was time to switch classes and there were cheerleaders roaming the halls in their uniforms and basketball and football players walking around in their jackets.

I asked the lady at the desk if they wore their outfits every day. She told me it was only on Friday's that they did. I was glad because I planned on being a cheerleader, but there was no way I was washing my uniform every night to wear it again. Then I wouldn't ever get to show off my beautiful wardrobe! That would suck because I was about to go shopping. My plan had been to look around, spot out the popular girls, and see what was in style or what they liked, but it looked like almost all of them were wearing the same red and white skirt and top uniform. So now I was just going to buy one outfit to wear on Monday, and then I'd see what was popular and go shopping Monday night. I wish I'd have more time to shop, but I guess it'll just have to work that way. I'm not spending money on trash nobody wants to wear without even knowing it! I'd be a laughingstock. I just want to be popular.

I finished filling out the paperwork sometime in the middle of everyone's next class. They generated my schedule with average grades because they didn't have my past grades to judge where I was going to end up. The counselor came out and showed me around the school. She showed me all of the places I'd need to go and we walked through my schedule a couple times. I got out of the school at 12:15 and walked to the library. I set up a Facebook account and filled out my profile. I spent an hour trying to get the perfect picture that would make me look beautiful on my profile picture.

I eventually got bored and went on a walk. I took $20 with me just in case I wanted something. I did end up stopping at this little coffee shop somewhat near the school. I ordered a coffee and just sat the stirring my coffee and debating what to do next. I'd probably been there 30-45 minutes when someone came up to me.

"Hello?" They asked. I looked up and saw some British hottie standing right above me. He looked into my eyes for a moment.

I smiled and said hi but he didn't smile back. He just stared. "Can I help you?" I asked.

He instantly got offended. "Excuse me? Can I help you? Really, Chloe. You drop off the face of the earth for a year, I think you're dead, and now you just show up here and say 'Can I help you?'! Don't even play games with me Chloe, this isn't funny." He looked confused, angry, and relieved when he said that. I didn't get it. Who's Chloe?

I sighed. "Okay, I don't know who Chloe is and I'm sorry that I look so much like her, but I'm Natalie. I just moved here."

He just looked mad and confused now. "Where are you from?" He asked.

Oh no. I had no idea where I was from. I didn't know where the island had been or what it was called. I decided to not lie. "I've been living on an island somewhere south of California, not that it's any of your business."

"Who are your parents?"

I looked down. This guy may be annoying, but he just hit a sensitive spot. "I don't know."

"How can you not know?" He asked.

"They left, ok! I'm just going to go. Good luck finding Chloe, whoever she is." I started to get up.

He looked sorry now. "Wait. Please, just give me one minute." I sat back down for some reason. Something about the way he looked at me convinced me. "Where were you last year?" He asked.

"Why are you asking me all these questions? I'm not a criminal!" I said.

"Please, just answer that 100% honestly and I'll leave you alone." He said.

I sighed. "I don't know. I was told I was in a hospital about a year ago with cancer. But I honestly have no idea. I don't remember anything. Okay? Just please leave me alone now. I'm not Chloe."

He looked me in the eye and said something that I never would've believed if it came from anyone but him. "Yes…" he said. "You are."

"I'm lost. I don't get this. Why does everyone think I'm Chloe? I'm Natalie Jensen, 17 years old, no parents, no memories, no family, and no nothing. Well… I take that back… I have a lot of money…" He looked so sure that I was Chloe. "I hate Alek… why does he have to go and screw up my new life too?" I muttered to myself.

"What do you mean, you hate me?" He asked. "How am I screwing up your life?"

"Wait… you're name is Alek?" He nodded. Oh no. I wasn't going to have another Alek in my life. Oh my gosh. I had to get out of here. I tried to say I had to go politely, but I was frozen in shock so I just got up and walked out. I didn't care that he was calling for me to come back. Calling for Chloe to come back. I started running towards the hotel. I eventually got there and went and locked myself in my room. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. I hated Alek. I hated him so much. I wouldn't stand another Alek in my life. EVER again.

Ok guys, I'm very proud of this chapter. I was planning on doing a small chapter, but then I ended at 1,200 words so I'm like well I'll stop at 2,000. But then I got there and I'm like WHAT? No way! I'm not ending here! So now I have 2,800 words! IM SO FREAKING PROUD! YAY! Well thanks for your support, read and review please! LOVE YOU GUYS!

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