Disclaimer: I don't own them I know but why do I have to remind myself it makes me sad.

I awoke unusually early this morning but I decided to make use of the extra hour and go downstairs and hit the treadmill.

Today was the first day of school and I was nervous as hell, new city new school new house but same old all alone routine. I suppose I should introduce myself a bit and explain my quite unique situation.

My name is Charlie 'Charlene' Roberts I am 17 years old and I just moved to New York City, I previously reigned in Connecticut but my mom got transferred for her job and now this is where I am stuck for another year until the glorious college years suck me away from it all. I am currently living all alone in this huge apartment on the 42nd floor of some giant skyscraper thing in the middle of some ritzy place that I can't even pronounce the name of. Why is a 17 year old girl living by herself you ask well the rents split when I was about 9 or 10 and I live with my mom who is a marketing supervisor or some shit like that but anyways her job consists of helping different companies set up their offices and basically their entire business and if you know anything about business you know that that can take a while so she's gone for months at a time and since I am not the wild and crazy alcohol crazed teenager that I should be according to the society pages it gets a little boring.

Anyways as I said today was the first day of school and well lets just say it was interesting. So I showered after my little workout put on the red and blue plaid skirt, red polo,(don't you just love school uniforms) and threw on some random shoes and curled the ends of my hair. Yep this was as good as it was gonna get. A little while later I arrived in front of Preston Academy talle chai latte in hand, attempting to prepare myself for what I knew would be another bunch of snobby city slicker kids that walk around like they have sticks up there asses. I'm a little bitter about life can you tell?

So I walk in and come face to face with just about the cutest boy I've ever seen, too bad he was gay, as if the hot pink back pack didn't give it away but oh yes the curly haired brunette boy that walked up next to him and grabbed his ass, yep that made it idiot proof.

"hey there, your new here right, the names Jack Kelly" he thrust his hand out in front of my face so I had no choice but to be nice.

"Charlie, Charlie Roberts and yea I'm new, its nice to meet you." I smiled he seemed nice enough.

"so where ya headed?" he asked grabbing my schedule out of my hand. "Italian same as me and Dave and a couple more of our boys are in it too, come on"

"ciao freedom" I waved at the door.

"babe your gonna fit in just fine around here" he smiled as he hooked his arm with mine and led me down the hall.

We walked into class and I immediately set eyes on what I knew would be a fast friend. I later came to know that his name was Carmine 'Racetrack' Higgins, he was only a few inches taller than me 5'6 maybe, and obviously Italian dark hair tan skin just like me.

"hey Race I would like you to meet the latest Italian beauty to enter these school gates, Charlie Roberts" Jack was quite good at this whole introduction thing.

"nice to meet you" I smiled and held out my hand.

He took my hand in his and kissed the top of it, so cute, so gentlemanly, so sly, so Italian.

"the pleasure is all mine Charlie" ok so maybe I got friend and grease ball mixed up.

I sat down in between Jack and Race, the class was all in all o.k. boring but alright, I was definitely happy that I already knew Italian because paying attention first thing in the morning is not my strong suit.

A/N: You read it now review it, I know its kinda very crappy so far but let me know if ya think I should keep going in an attempt to make it better. I think it will eventually be a romance of some sort most likely featuring Spot or Race but I'm not sure, I may even throw in a casting call for some more characters but for now please send me some feedback. Thanks much love!