Hello again! Im trying to update this story fast and quick introducing characters I like so they wont all be in here. If you make connections good for you. Otherwise... dont spoil it until the end! Also changes to shipping pairs might change so... Enjoy! (EXCEPT Courtney x Duncan!)

In the High School...

Zoey

The redhead had finally departed from her, she decided, new friend. Hopefully I can learn more about him later on, she thought giggling to herself. It wasn't as awkward but it felt somewhat wrong to just leave him in the hallway. If she didn't know any better it kinda felt like he wanted her to stay with him.

"Zoey," the redhead jumped up at the familiar voice. "How'd it go? Did your junior have any questions."

"None that I couldn't handle Madam Courtney!"

"Are you sure about that?" Courtney looked her up and down. "Last time you were so sure you could handle setting up the Sadie's dance schedule..." the brunette leaned in. "And we all know how that fiasco ended..." she flicked the flower on her head. "Right, Little Flower."

Zoey flinched. "I-I guess he did want to know if their were any gymnastics team..."

"See. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Courtney wrote something down on a sticky note and gave it to her. "There. So you don't forget this time. Oh and here." She also handed her a piece of paper. "That is the set date and time for the camp trip. Try finding more than one person to help out this time. Got it? Or do I have to write it down on your hand."

"No... but can you..."

"Use your words Little Fl-"

"That! Do not call me that! Ever!" That name sent a chill through her. It reminded her of the days where she was small, vulnerable, and alone. "It brings up bad memories."

"Bad memories? What do you mean? It was the nickname your Dad gave you-" Her body froze. "-But fine. I'll never call you that again. Ok. Now if you'll excuse me. The bell is about to ring for last period. Make sure you're not late. I can't have the future President setting a bad example."

While Courtney walked away. All Zoey could do was stand there. Frozen. 'My, my Little Flower.' A dark voice whispered in her head. 'How you've grown...'

"Zoey!" A faint voice brought her back. "Zoey snap out of it!" She blinked. "Zoey! Thank goodness. I thought you were dead!"

"Huh? Oh Cameron. W-what happened?" She looked around the hallways were empty once again. "That's what I wanted to ask you! Wait was it... that! Your-" her little friend looked around for the safety of the next words he was about to say. "Trigger?"

"I-I think so..." She looked down at her one and only true friend. He was a genius. Literally. A prodigy, but he choose to stay behind. For her. Because he was the only true friend she had. Ever since they met back during his freshmen year after being enclosed in a bubble after so long. The two lonely people befriended one another. Telling each their deepest secrets. Becoming the best friends they could be. She hugged him. "Thanks Cam."

"No problem Zoe-Gah!" He started to tremble. "There-Over there!"

"Cameron what is it?" She looked behind her and her worried expression turned into a confused one. "Oh that's Mike! Hes one of the new kids. Hey Mike. Are, are you okay?"

"Hey Zoey-" For some reason the Mike in front of her didn't look like the Mike from earlier. He looked... different. His hair was half pushed down, he now had dark shadows under his eye, and his voice had an eerie sound to it. He pointed at Cameron. "What's that?"

"Well this person is named Cameron, one. And two he's my best friend." she saw him tense up. "Mike you're kinda being rude right now." She tried to help Cameron up but his hand grasped her wrist. He squeezed.

"Who needs friends when you have me," she was going to interject but the sinister look on his face made the words stuck in her throat. His squeeze became stronger. Her creamy skin started to turned a darker shade... "Don't worry I won't leave a big bruise..." she swallowed. The next words killed her. "Daddy's Little Flower."

Her body was frozen she couldn't comprehend anything. Memories came flooding back to her. Everything was stopped. Yelling, arguing, the cold look in Mike's eyes. Darkness. Then she awoke in an ambulance. Courtney right next to her. For the first time Courtney had a look of concern on her face. Her cousin placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey what happened. Your little weirdo friend got so scared he said he needed to go someplace where he felt safe. But I'm here."

The redhead wept into her arms. Unsure of why her heart felt completely destroyed.

Trent

The third oldest of the family was already late to his last class on his first day. Oh man, how did I manage to get lost on the first day! To my only class! He turned a corner and heard a shout. "Zoey!" That name sounds familiar. "Let her go!"

He stopped and saw a little guy pulling on some redhead's arm. What the hell? He was shocked to see her other arm being gripped by his brother. He was until he heard his brother's other voice. "Make me Little Boy."

Shit! He thought running towards his little brother. "MAL!" He shouted.

The sinister brother glanced back. "Hello Big Brother. Did you miss me?"

He laughed nervously. "Yeah Mal. I missed ya. You know who else misses you? Right?"

"Well Daddy always did favor me more than the rest of you. I mean that's something you already know though. Isn't that right Big Brother?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He took a step back. His little brother's gaze was now shifted on him. Trent notice his hold on the Zoey girl loosen. He quickly made eye contact with the smaller teen. He seem to get the message. "Pl-please Mal. Dont do this! You know what it does to me..."

"Ah yes. Crazy little obsessive number 9!" Mal was now stepping towards him, taking the attention from the red head who had yet to speak throughout the whole exchange. "Daddy loved to forget you little crazy boy..." He dropped her arm completely. The kid took her arm and sped off. Good. Now to bring back my brother...

Trent wore his fake sad face. "No. Please..." His little brother took another step closer. That's when Trent grabbed his head and slammed it against one of the lockers. A dent was formed. Ill try to apologize to the owner later. Fortunately his brother went out cold. "Sorry Mikey." He glanced around. Well good thing the other kids are in class already, but man it's not even the end of the day yet. Shit.

"Whoa what the hell happened to him?" A guy in a red track suit on along with a broken arm. "Looks like he needs to go to the infirmary."

"Um-" It isn't the best idea but I don't want Chef to come pick us up. "Yeah. Hey I'm new to the school do you by any chance know where the nurses office is?

"Oh yeah come on I just came from there. It's over this way. "

Trent carried his little brother on his back and started to head towards the infirmary. Instead of a nurse they met with a pretty blonde. "Tyler did you already break your other arm? I just fixed it."

"No," the Tyler guy said defensively then pointed behind him. "But this guy needs help."

"Whoa!" She rushed towards Trent and helped with Mike. "Whoa what happen? Wait who are you guys?"

"New kids."

Her eyes widen. "Oh the new students! I'm so sorry! I should've known."

"Yeah our family name does get around alot..."

"What? Why?"

"Trent McLain..."

Both Bridgette and Tyler gave each other a confused look. "No dude. Im the vice president." On the inside Trent felt a bit giddy. That Noah kid was right when he said everybody here practically lived under a rock. "Sorry I couldn't make it for introductions I was too busy helping clumsy over here."

"Hey I'm not that clumsy! Who won the 5 meter relay for the school?

She rolled her eyes helping set Mike on a bed. "No offense Tyler but You tripped passing it on to Eva! She's the one who made up time for the event."

"Yeah but I made it before the other team didn't I?" As they argued. Trent looked down at his brother. Damn how'd he change so soon? This was the fastest Mike had ever shifted to his evil form. What or... His mind shifted to the redhead and little teen. Who made him trigger to his other form.

"Oh by the way, sorry about your brother," she placed an ice pack on his bruised area. "It just looks like a nasty bump. Otherwise he looks a fine. Did you see what happened?"

"Actually I had accidentally charged into him too fast and he fell into the lockers."

She gave him a suspicious look. "Uh huh... Why exactly where you charging into him Mr McLain?"

"Um. I wanted to hug him. " Trent wasn't dumb but he was somewhat of a pretty boy. "I really missed him." He gave one last nervous smile.

Bridgette rolled her eyes. "Alright since your new I'm going to let it slide but next time I want a real answer."

I don't think you'd be able to handle that. He thought but sighed in defeat. "Alright thanks Bridgette was it?"

"Yeah. No sweat. Now your more than happy to stay with him, but I am going to notify your parents-"

"No!" Trent grabbed her arm. "Please don't. I'll take care of him... You won't get in trouble. I promise just please... His voice was desperate. Don't call my Dad."

Her green eyes were wide. She hesitated before speaking. "It is school policy. I am the vice president. I am in charge of helping out in here..." It sounded like she was trying to debate with herself. "... But since I didn't get a chance to show you around I'll let it slide-" he smiled "- but-" his smile fell. "- you volunteer to help out with our prom this year."

"Sure," he sighed in relief. "Anything."

"Good. Because we need a band to play..." His eyes widen. "And I think I remember this big band that broke up two years ago the, what was it again? Mr. McLain -" she got an evil glint in her eye. "The Drama Sibs? The Drama Twins? What was it... Oh The Drama Brothers."

"I thought you didn't know who I was!"

"Yeah I didn't until I remembered a friend of mine mentioning one of her favorite bands. One of the guitarist named Trent McLain..."

"But they hate me!" More like afraid and freaked out of me now... He thought dreading her you-owe-me look. "Fine. Just give me a week before hand. I need to convince them."

"Sure. Just remember prom is on three months from now. Here's a flyer."

"Fairy tale theme?"

"Yeah is there a problem?"

"It's so... Clique."

"Well I guess you better prepare some music to make it not so clique. Right?"

Her last statement was the end of that. Trent sat next to his brother debating with himself. Deciding on telling his family is something he really didn't want to do. Chef will tell Dad. That's a definite no. Heather will use it as blackmail against him. The only other person is...

He groaned. Every person in their family had flaws, but they were all able to look past them due to having nobody but each other. However everyone had their favorites. Trent got along best with his dorky little brother, since both were closest in age and somewhat likable personalities. While his older sister, despite her wicked intentions, was the one sibling he could count on to help him out of a jam unless it involved Mal. Chef was a loyal servant to his father but was somewhat of a motherly figure to them. In his own weird way. But again unless it involved Mal he'd just go straight to his Dad.

There was only one other person that loved his little brother as much as he did, but it was his least favorite sibling. The one that basically got people believing there was something wrong with him. He glanced down at his baby brother. The things I do for family... He dialed his number.

Taking a deep breath. He waited for the voice of his older brother. "What dweeb?"

"Look Duncan it's... It's Mal..."

There was a pause. "Where is he?"

"Hes at the school infirmary, but-"

"What the hell!? Wait ago dingus! Do you know who they contact first when something like this happens!"

"Listen I'll explain what happened just get over here. Please."

"Shit I'm on my way!" Minutes went by as the infirmary doors shot open. "What the hell happened!? Why'd you bring him here?"

"Well someone saw him, actually a few people saw him," his mind wandered back to the redhead Zoey girl and little nerd. "But one guy saw him knocked out in my arms so yeah. I had no other choice. Don't worry the school nurse is the vice president-"

"Oh great! Dude you know the vice president is second in command to the president right!?" He nodded. "So not only do we have the old man finding out but we got Miss UptightButt Great! I guess this relocation was for nothing!"

"Actually I kind of made a deal with Bridgette so..."

"Who the fuck is that?"

"Our vice president," another voice interrupted the bickering brothers. Trent was stupefied he completely forgot the jock in the track suit. The look on his face must have said it all. The guy sighed. "Yeah. A lot of people forget about me. It happens."

Trent would have laughed had it not been this stranger overhearing everything that happened. He glanced up at Duncan. He looked at the guy with a pissed off look. He stalked up to him and took out his blade. He held it to his throat. "You didn't hear anything. Alright! Do you hear me! Unless you want it to be the last thing you hear. Understand."

"Hear what?"

"Good," Duncan went to grab a chair and sat on the other side of Mal. "You better keep quiet jock!"

"Wait, Tyler was it? Why are you still here?"

"Huh oh well Bridgette didn't want to leave this place completely unsupervised. Besides she's pretty cool. Not like Courtney."

"Oh yeah what's up with Miss pole up her butt?" Trent rolled his eyes. Great typical Duncan. Just another girl he's trying to get at. Actually... Compared to the usual girls he goes after Courtney was exceptional. Body wise there was no argument there. Her looks reminded him of a babysitter they once had. Same brown skin and freckles, actually if he recalled she was Duncan's favorite well until she hung herself. Otherwise kinda of the same. But usually his type were more easy going girls. Not girls like the school president. "Is she pissed off at the world because nobody wants to fuck her?"

"Whoa you guys are new," me and Duncan raised eyebrows at each other. "No way bros she's dating be one of my best buds, Alejandro!"

"So?" Duncan asked fixing Mike's ice pack. "Who the hell is that?"

"He's like a golden prodigy. They're like a power couple."

"So Mr Perfect is dating Miss Uptight. Seems legit."

"Yeah but I know for sure Courtney is way stronger than him," Duncan smirked at that.

"No kidding. She has like gorilla strength."

I raised an eyebrow at Duncan. "How do you know?"

He shrugged. "She looks the type. But why is she so strong?"

"Well if you really want to know," Bridgette came back with a surf board in hand. "You should just ask her. She loves to talk about herself. Trust me."

"How do you know that Malibu?"

"Well she's one of my closest friends. And sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I'm your vice president Bridgette. I've been busy here," she nodded towards Tyler. "And it kinda sucks that nobody else at this school is medically trained. But about your brother don't worry. Your secret safe. Well-" she glanced at Tyler again. "-with me anyways. As long as Trent keeps his promise."

"Oh yeah and what's that?" Duncan snorted. "You made him promise to write you a song."

"Actually," I rubbed the back of my head. "She made me promise to have The Drama Brothers play at prom."

Duncan smirked. "Well now I was wrong Malibu. Didn't think you had it in you."

She smirked. "Oh if you think that's bad one time me and my friend Gwen went to this horrible camp..." This was a different scene. Usually nobody at our old schools would bother with us. But here they've never heard of us. We were non existent. It brought a bit of hope in the lonely child's heart.

Duncan

The bad boy wasn't really one for making friends. The only people he considered friends were his baby brother, whichever person he was, his buddies from back home Geoff and Brody, and occasionally Chef their servant. Well it was fun to mess with him more than anything. Having any female friends was off the table due to his sister. But this place, he could get used to. Nobody here knew of the McLain family. Not even the student council. Actually the fact that Malibu wasn't the typical type of blonde like a certain airhead he knew made him feel some sort of relief.

"No way," he grinned as surfer girl smirked. "Really? Goody Goody did?"

"Oh yeah," Tyler said piping in. "That's why I voted for her. Alot of other kids did too because of that."

"Because of what?" The brother's heads snapped to his little brother. "Wha- Wait where's Zoey?"

The two older brothers gave each other a knowing look. Zoey was the trigger, basically.

"Alright it's time to get going now. Yo Malibu don't worry I'll make sure the dweeb gets his little boyfriends back in in time for prom."

"Alright. Oh and everybody in here don't worry. I already talked to your teachers. You're all good. You too Tyler."

"Thanks Bridgette," all the boys said simultaneously. "Your welcome. Schools pretty much out so your pretty much free to go. Just make sure you attend classes tomorrow."

"Alright yo Trent help me with Mike," the two elder brothers helped Mike stand up and exited the infirmary. Out of the infirmary into the one place they knew nobody ever went to no matter what school. Plus everybody was already gone for the day so they sat their brother down on the emptiest table in the back of the library.

"Shit. Duncan Chef wants to know where are."

"Just tell him some kids started to crowd us so we started to walk home."

"Okay, what about Heather?"

"Tell her to suck it. She's a big girl. Besides if Heather doesn't leave she'll call Justin then part of your boyfriend's club is complete." His brother frowned. "What can't handle the nick names junior?"

"You're just jealous because my band actually made it." He wanted to shout to his face, if it wasn't for me you wouldn't have made it! But he stopped himself. He had made a promise and didn't want to say anything else he'd regret.

"Can you guys stop fighting, please." Mike was now able to stand as he shook his head. "You're making my headache worst than it already is. And are we in a library?"

"Calm down. Besides the librarian isn't even here. This place is empty. Only losers stay behind."

Trent wanted to interject but there was someone behind him that said it all. "Who are you string bean?"

"Oh please that bad boy persona is so a Walk to Remember. By the way, nice piercings you do them yourself?"

"Yeah," the pierced teen grabbed hold of the smaller teens lip threatening him with a needle. "Want one?"

"Duncan, dude chill," Trent mustered the courage to grab his wrist. "This is Noah, he works here..." The Noah guy looked bored with the threat as he rubbed his lip. "Yeah thanks for that. Anyways if you ever need a book I'm more than happy to help. I am the librarian here, also friends with the School President. In case you were wondering Mr CanIkeeplustingafteryouinfrontofeveryone so I'm told."

Duncan rolled his eyes. "Yeah so," I need a better comeback. "Whatever." The punk teen ignored the wow faces of all three string beans around him. After Trent talked to his boyfriend in private Duncan took his youngest brother to the side. "Hey look new school, new people, and nobody knows about us which is fuckn great but this Zoey-" Mike's cheeks turned red- "seems like another trigger for one of your personalities. Like Ana for Vito, Jasmine for Manitoba, Svetlana with..." He tried not to barf. Our uncle... "Jacques, and-"

"Okay Duncan. I get it, but I-we can't help it. We don't choose who we fall for. You really dont know what's it's like to have someone to care about look at you like-like your somebody else! You don't know how many times we've lost somebody..." he was crushing Duncan's arm at this point. Shit.

"Alright calm down..." What the hell did we like to do when he got like this at school? He tried to think back. "Hey. Want to get into some trouble."

"Oh no your not going to get into trouble in this state." The noble goody-goody Trent stepped in.

"Thanks Noah but we'll take it from here. Come on you two. Chef and Heather are waiting in the car."5

"Trent. No. We are gonna go have some fun in this new place and you can either follow or leave, but you're not going to go blab. Got that come on Mal. Let's leave before this loser rats us out." Duncan and Mike walked away without noticing the speck of red shifting away behind a bookcase.

Behind the bookcase...

Cameron

The little teen tried to make sure none of these new students saw him moving. He was afraid of what would happen to him if he was found. Other than Noah who was aware of him and the only other two students that choose to stay after school in the holy place. He waited until the sound of this Trent disappeared from the library. He slowly calmed his breathing. If this is the same Mike that was attacking Zoey earlier, then this must be a multiple personally disorder. Is my best friend being blamed for being a trigger. Unless... Well his aura scared me when I- Omg! I got it! I should tell her! For all the times not to have a cell phone!

Little Cameron rushed out of the library, well as fast as he could, turning the corner unaware of a pair of secretive eyes following his movement.

At the McLain Mansion

Heather

Ugh typical, Heather thought reading Trent's text, angrily she shut her phone. Whatever. It's not like they haven't done this shit before.

Bored, angered, and completely annoyed she sat in her room alone. The ride with Chef wasn't the best thing, but neither was that strange Latino who kept trying to mess with her. She needed to blow off steam. She gave her brothers ex band member a text. She already finished her homework anyways. The only sibling that seem to attend their class. Luckily for her it was easy enough, one 600 word essay due by Monday.

Despite being as some would say, a spoiled rotten good for nothing bitch from hell, at least her school academics excelled. Out of the whole family she was above them intellectually. Trent wasn't a complete idiot only in his thinking process: aka girl wise. Mike was not all there. He was really fucked up. Then there's Duncan. Yeah that was a different case altogether.

She was currently getting ready for her so called boyfriend to come keep her company. She wore her baby blue nightgown that he said was quote, the color that reminded him of his favorite color, that just so happen to be his eye color. Well good to know I'm just dating him because of his looks. Otherwise... She shivered at her previous lovers. They had all been older than her. She didn't want someone her age. She liked older. They were experienced and better in bed because of it. And way easier to get.

It was in no way to make up for the undeserved attention she never received from her father. Nope. Not that.

The sudden opening of the door made her anger grow. A man with high cheekbones and dark brown skin opened the door. Showing off his perfectly pearly whites his voice was deep. "HEY there beautiful. I was just checking in with the agency. That's why I couldn't respond earlier. So how was school?"

She growled and used her finger to call him over.

"Wow pretty bad huh?" He chuckled taking off his shirt and placing it perfectly on the dresser next to him. "So you want me to start or-" She lifted her nightgown exposing her sweet spot. "-Alright then. No need to tell me twice."

That was fine and dandy. They fucked each other for the next three hours. Afterwards she walked to her balcony and opened the curtains taking a long drag of her cigarette she blew out into the dark night. A bad habit she inherited from her big brother.

"So do you want to-"

"Shut up," her voice was harsh, but better than earlier. "I'm bored now. You can leave. I might call you later. If I feel like it."

"Whatever you say beautiful," he picked up his clothes and stared to dress in front of her. Despite her nakedness she stared at him like he was naked. She honestly didn't give any fucks. "I'll be free this weekend. You know I have that big party coming up- " Here it comes. "-can you ask your dad to see that his people see me there?"

"Whatever hurry up before I forget to ask him."

"Thanks by the way you're awesome." She already knew what the men she dated wanted. Her name. Her father's name. They always did but it somehow made it easier to get what she wanted from them. Overall it was a win win scenario. Yet there were times where she did wonder what would've happened if she ended up like the rest of her real siblings. Her birth siblings. The ones that were sold.

She remembered them. The family that gave her up. Raised alongside fifteen others, cramped up in a too small apartment, her illegal parents selling them off for some "candy," but luckily they died before that could happen. She and a few other siblings were given up for adoption. However the family that had fostered her were different. A ghost of a smile graced her lips. The one time she felt safe was with them. The family that treated her like one of their own. I wish I could see them again.

A knock dismissed her thoughts.

"What Chef?" She said going for a red robe. "Justin already left. Now what do you want?"

"Miss McLain," being Chef he opened the door. "You know. There are better boys out there. Better than the supermodel." She raised a brow. "Okay maybe not that much better but listen I do have a nephew attending your school. He's a senior too. And we'll I just wanted to know, if you'd be able to help him study."

She glared at him. The words seem to be stuck in the air. Why?

"His friend that tutors him is unavailable at the moment. Please it would only be one session. I am aware of your position academically. Please."

"I don't know. Im really busy with things I actually want to do."

"I have been the family butler-" Dad's favorite toy "-for the last 10 years. I know you have nothing going on."

Well not anymore, she thought bitterly to herself. "Well what about me huh? Does it look like I want to be with some servants nephew."

"Listen if you do this for me I'll try to persuade Mr McLain to pay for whatever crazy University you want to get into."

"What! As if you can persuade that man to do anything!" A glint in the servant's eye made her freeze. It was the same look that he wore when he became the only toy left. Making the others disappear. Wait that means... For the first time in a long while she felt something. Something that wasn't towards a negative emotion. More like something good. Better find out where though, I could care less about his poor name. "Fine. Where at?" The look never left the man's face. "Wait what the hell you cant-no! Absolutely not! I don't even like you being in here!"

"Well my nephew will be here tomorrow," And don't call pretty boy over, my nephew is too pure for that." With that the man left leaving Heather yet again alone.

Hello! I needed to finish before O got back into writing so please leave me some feedback in the reviews because this story was very random. The ships are going to change so sorry... But I can't even tell who the final couples are. Well I can but I'm not telling you. Also WARNING this story might get dark real soon.