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Mitchie's door thumped loudly. She groaned as she looked at her phone, an hour till her alarm was supposed to go off. She got up and shuffled her feet to the door.

"You have got to stop waking me up like this." Mitchie snapped.

"You're going to be late for school." Connie replied as she looked at Mitchie with a bright smile.

"You're kidding right?" Mitchie looked at her with an incredulous face.

"Why would I be joking about something as serious as your education? Now hurry, the first class starts in forty five minutes."

Connie retreated back and left Mitchie with her mouth hanging wide open. She shut the door and almost pinched her tan skin. Mitchie wanted to yell, do something to release some of the stress she was taking on ever since they arrived at this dump.

"Calm yourself, you do not want to get wrinkles." Mitchie reminded herself.

Mitchie showered and blew dried her hair in the matter of twenty minutes, she brushed on the minimal make up she knew would pass as presentable and threw on her favorite white Gucci dress pairing it with her black biker boots and biker jacket. She dug for her favorite navy colored messenger bag before spraying herself with body mist.

She walked down stairs and grabbed a muffin her mother had baked the night before.

"Ready to go?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Good."

Mitchie followed her mom out to the car. As she got in she buckled up and waited for her mother to pull out of the garage and drive down the drive way. Mitchie noticed her mom was an actual significant driver.

"Where did you learn to drive?"

"I was a teenager once too," Connie chuckled, "dad and I weren't born from money like you were my dear."

Mitchie kept her face straight, looking out the window as she swallowed down some guilt that was rising up her stomach. She ignored the thick awkward tension that had built between them as Connie drove up a small public school.

"This is it. If you don't hurry you're going to be late. Do you want me to go with you and ask for your registration papers?"

"I got it mom, I'm not twelve." Mitchie said stepping out of the car and standing in the curve of the drop off zone. She looked around and saw people turning and looking at her. Automatically her eyes dropped to see what they were wearing; she smirked as she saw simple designs sewed with cheap fabric.

She ignored her mothers sadden face as she simply looked back to give her a brief wave as she stepped forward with her head held high. She ignored the snickers from the girls and the obvious drools from the guys.

"Hey, nice shoes," a brunette with curly hair nodded at her.

Mitchie smirked, "I know."

Eventually she found her way to the attendance office where she spoke to one of the desk sectaries.

"Hello, how may I help you?" An old lady who smelled like lavender spoke in a monotone voice.

Mitchie smiled sweetly as she almost felt the same pain of being in this old dump, "I'm a transfer student. I need my schedule or else I'll get stuck wondering around like an idiot."

The old lady smiled sarcastically before returning her face to the computer screen, dropping the smile, "name?"

"Michelle Torres."

"Here you go. Welcome to Lake High."

Mitchie stared at the schedule in her hands and tried reading the small print of the school map that was given to her. She kept looking down and up again almost bumping into a few people on her way.

Shane stretched as he reached down for a shirt that was scattered on his floor. He took a big whiff of it before shrugging his shoulders and putting it on.

"Come on! We're going to be late!" Nate yelled.

"Its only the first day back from break calm your tits!" Shane yelled back.

"We have ten minutes!" Nate yelled before he heard his feet scatter down the hall.

Shane sighed as he dug in his closet for some clean jeans. Or at least clean from what he could see.

He went through his morning routine and walked out the door in less than five minutes. Nate was sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for his brother with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.

"Gees, could you be more eager to go back to work?"

Nate rolled his eyes at Shane's comment. Shane smirked at the fact that his brother was eager to return to school. But somewhere deep inside, Shane envied his grades every semester they got their report card. Shane always had average grades and he studied his ass off, staying up till three to study for a test. Nate studied for an hour and aced all his tests and finals, getting straight A's. Shane didn't get how he could do that while he put triple the effort he did.

As Shane pulled up to the school he saw girls hug their friends like the two weeks of break were the longest they've gone without seeing each other. He never understood why they did that.

"Meet you here after school, little brother." Shane said as he slung his back pack over his shoulder.

"I'm a year younger!" Nate yelled at Shane's back.

Shane laughed as he nodded at the greetings people were throwing his way. On his way to his locker he heard his best friend, Sander come running towards him.

"Shane! Yo dude, Shane!"

Shane looked up and prepared his arm for their bro hug they did but Sander ignored it.

"There's an extremely hot chick that came from Los Angeles roaming around here!" Sander said looking over Shane's shoulder as if he were really searching for her.

Shane's interest perked up, "really? How hot?"

"Dude, Natalia is a golden ten; this girl is a solid twenty."

Natalia was the hottest senior and Shane's recent ex girlfriend. She was tall and had the longest brown hair, captain of the school's volleyball team and captain of Shane's heart. She was the one that tore his heart into two.

"There she is!" Sander exclaimed, tapping Shane's shoulder, snapping him out of his negative thoughts.

Shane's eager eyes turned around and saw the girl with two toned hair, and those boots. Shane's shoulder tensed underneath Sander's hand as he glared into his locker.

"What's wrong?" Sander asked.

"She's a spoiled rich brat. No good. You can have her." Shane said as he slammed the door, getting the attention of some of the students around them and the girl with biker boots.

Shane met her brown eyes with his own, at that moment; he became the world's biggest liar because he'd be lying if he said he wasn't tongue tied at the intensity they held.