Romeo watched the tree's go by as he sped down the winding suburban road. He had seen these tree's dozens of times before and he felt as if seeing them anymore would be the death of him. He hated St. Andrews but it was all he had ever known. What was he really complaining about anyway? From the time he was born he had a silver spoon dangling from his mouth. He had no reason what so ever to be so steer crazy.

But it wasn't that easy, he thought to himself. He was getting claustrophobic in the identical brick houses that lie beyond the forest. Every family was the same and everybody was as well.

Take his mother, Lauren Monti for example. She didn't know anything else but charity benefits, her book club (which was actually more like a gossip club since no one bothered to open a book, only their mouths) and organizing his father's business day. She had never even graduated college since his father had swept her off her feet and married her before she turned twenty.

His father was a ghost for lack of a better word. The great Lee Monti, or that's what his fellow Harvard graduate friends called him, was constantly away working with one of his many family companies that Romeo would one day inherit. Lee was only ever home for a few days at a time and spent nearly all of that time working from his oversized desk in one of the many rooms of the estate.

Since Romeo was an only child and for the most part, an orphan, he dedicated the majority of his time to parties. Romeo was popular and he knew that. That was why he was dating the most powerful girl in the school, Rose Cunningham. Rose was the cheer caption along with a list of other titles including Homecoming Queen, Junior Class President and lead actress in every school production.

Romeo had it all…but why did he feel so empty? He actually felt nothing towards Rose other than an erge to tell her to stop bleaching her hair a ridiculas shade of blond. His friends were for the most part, jerks. They picked on the underclassmen and used girls like toys. Romeo could think of only two people he could call friends, Lyle and Thomas, both hated Springwood almost as much as he did.

Romeo pulled into Lyle's stretched out driveway ready to head over to a party that night. Lyle opened the heavy front door and gestured to Romeo to wait for a minute.

"Dude," Romeo called from an open window in the car but Lyle had already stepped back in the house. Romeo sighed and checked his vibrating Blackberry in his pocket. It was a text from Rose saying she wouldn't be able to make it to the party. Finally, a night away from her prying fingers.

Just as Romeo was putting his phone back into his jean pocket Lyle opened the car door and took a seat. "Sorry man, my sister needed help on a project." He apologized.

"Nah, its okay," Romeo mumbled as he pulled back out of the drive way. "no rush."

It was silent for a while until they started getting closer to the parties location.

"I heard that everyone's gonna be there." Lyle said knowing his best friend would remain in his trance.

Romeo watched as cars full of familiar faces formed a line heading to the party. Slowly, Romeo's black SUV made its way up the curving road where a multilevel house full of teenagers awaited. With out anywhere else to go he was forced to park the car a few dozen meters from the house or so.

"Sorry," he told Lyle as he unbuckled himself form the seat. "no where else to go."

Lyle chuckled, just like Romeo to apologize for parking only a few minutes from the place.

Romeo zipped his designer sweatshirt up and jammed his hands in the pockets. Lyle knew not to say anything to his friend; it would only depress Romeo more if his attitude was noticeable.

As the two boys made their way to the front door of the noisy house, a girl in simple blue jeans rushed by with a friend. Her black hair was blowing in her face as her friend, a girl Romeo had seen only in the busy hallways of Springwood from time to time, tightened her grip on the mystery girl. Lyle noticed the dazed look on Romeo's face and quickly buzzed a name into Romeo's ear. "Juliet Capitree."

Romeo snorted to himself and continued his way to the house. That was ironic, he thought to himself. Juliet? Not in million years.

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The music thumped in Romeo's head and a horrible feeling of dizziness washed over him. He couldn't tell if it was the booze (which he had his full of at the party), the music or the memory of that girl, Juliet. In a desperate attempt to escape the booming party, Romeo slipped out of the teenage filled room and made his way across the mansion to the farthest room he could find.

The library was just like the one at Romeo's own home, oversized and full of show. Leather bound books and hunting trophies lined the walls displaying a sense of authority. Romeo fell into one of the worn leather chairs and took a sip from his cup. The liquid inside the red plastic cup was pure booze. A mix of so many liquors he couldn't remember the exact formula of the elixir.

A group of gossiping girls walked by the open library doors and sent a shiver up Romeo's spine. They were the one and only kind of girl at Springwood.

But, he thought. Juliet was different. She wasn't gossiping and she wasn't wearing anything that looked name brand like the usual girls. She wasn't even blond like most girls in St. Andrews.

Romeo stood up and moped out of the library. With his head down and thoughts on Juliet, he shuffled through the crowded halls. He wanted to get far away from the party and to his surprise, imagined leaving the party with Juliet. He didn't even know her…hell, he hadn't even talked to her and yet there she was, in his head, kissing him like no other girl had ever felt in his life.

Just as his imagination was getting away with him a collision of destiny feel in his lap like an anvil. Her name was Juliet.