A/N: Ok, now we're gonna get more into the world of Alias. Lol. :-)

Chapter Two: (By Dani)

Skye's POV

Sometimes in school I see my sister walking down the hallway. Usually, she's not alone. She may not be Little Miss Prom Queen, but she's got her own style and her own circle of friends that she seems to be pretty content with.

I'm sure you've already formulated a huge persona for me in your head, one that includes a bubbly, ditzy, and somewhat snobby girl who gets voted president of everything, has a new boyfriend every week to get to home base with, and struggles to maintain a 2.5 GPA.

Please, I'm begging you to be the minority and trash that assumption before it escalates. The truth is, I look the role of the person described above, with my poker straight honey blonde hair and sea-green eyes. I try my best to be nice to people but often, I'm the one being written off. I don't have a boyfriend at the moment and I'm still a virgin. My GPA is almost as high as my sister's. It's both my sister's and my senior year and I've managed a 3.96.

So every day I ask myself... why do I put myself in the situation that allows people to stereotype me? I feel as unfriendly towards my own crowd as Rory and her friends do. Sometimes the truth hurts, and the truth is that I'm not happy.

I want friends who take me seriously, who I can take seriously. Friends who care about something besides what fashion to make fun of on some poor kid, then steal and make a trend a week later. But most of all, I don't want my sister to be ashamed of me. But I've come too far and dug myself in too deep to turn back now.

I drive home from school thinking about all this. I reach our apartment building and park in the lot, then head to our apartment, 3B. As I fumble for my key in the hallway, my neighbor from 4B exits into the hall.

Now I have to admit, my neighbor is pretty damn hot, with his always somewhat tousled light brown hair and bright green eyes that, until recently, always seemed troubled. But I try to not think of him in that way since he's been almost like an older brother to my sister and me since we were three, and now he's exactly twice my age.

Today, he wears dark blue jeans, a black button down shirt, and a smile. He's been smiling and wearing clothes other than suits a lot lately.

"Looking snazzy, Mike," I comment, grinning.

He laughs. "Thanks, Skye. So where's your sister?"

I shrug. "Who knows? So... hot date with that mystery woman again, I guess."

"Maybe."

"When do I get to meet this girl, anyway?"

"When you stop blasting Good Charlotte music off the terrace. The windows aren't sound proof, you know."

I finally produce my key and stick it in the lock. "Deal. So what's she like? She'd better be more suitable than Alice. Let me tell you Mike, I don't know what you were thinking."

"Only seventeen and yet so wise in the ways of romance."

"Stop avoiding my questions," I throw back.

"Ever think of a career in law?" he jokes. I sigh, exasperated. He gives in. "Fine. She's... she's brilliant. She's kind, caring, strong... gorgeous."

"Wow, sounds like a catch."

"She is... I've never met anyone quite like Sydney before."

Ha! He's caught. "Ah, so Mystery Girl finally has a name. Sydney."

He smiles, defeated. "Alright, you win this time. But I've got to go or I'll be late."

"Right. Wouldn't want to keep Sy-y-y-dney waiting," I say, drawing out her name obnoxiously like I used to do when my sister had a crush in elementary school.

"Ha. Tell Rory I said hey and sorry I missed her. Bye!"

"Later."

He disappears down the hallway and I enter my empty apartment, wondering exactly what the hidden deal with 'Sydney' is and if she has anything to do with Mike's 'secret government job.'

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A/N: And so the plot thickens... lol. Review!