thank you to the reviewers & people who favorited my story/story alerted it.

i decided alex will not have powers in this one, it didn't fit right in my mind.

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i own squat but the plot

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Chapter Two: Pretty little features

Alexandra Leah Russo POV

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"Finally!"

I slammed my backpack against the outdoor table and sat on the edge of the Waverly Manner High School table top. I leaned my head back, letting my hair hang loose, as the breeze pulled by. I sighed in satisfaction and smiled down as my best friend followed me into the cafeteria. Harper Lewis lay her lunch tray against the table and wiped the swear forming on her forehead.

"First day of school, and I already want to go home," I frowned, "We already got homework for two of our classes."

"Alexandra, the only thing we have to do is write an introduction for the teachers," Harper said as she tucked strands of her light brown hair behind her ear.

"What's up with the first name usage?"

"Thought it'd sound cool," Harper admitted, her brown eyes shining in delight.

I nodded slowly, and turned away from her. I looked down at Harper's lunch tray and I picked up the green apple and bit into it. It was my mistake to forget my lunch money this morning. But Harper was my right hand during any mistake I've made; she bought a big lunch and offered me to eat half.

"Alex!"

I turned to the voice, smiling at the boom box on Cameron James' shoulders. The blonde kid set it carefully on the table and flipped a switch. He smiled at me and took a seat next to me, he bumped his shoulder against mine as one of my favorite bands started to play; Shwayze. I bobbed my head as I bit happily onto my apple. This was a moment I knew I'd hold onto forever. Where there would be no words and no reasons why there were no words. It was a comfortable and happy silence.

"Watch it," A masculine voice interrupted the silence.

"God, sorry."
I looked towards the noise. The familiar voice caused me to focus on the figures. Curly brown hair, lean but muscular built, fitted jeans and a plain white tee—it was Nick.

"I know that kid," I said, more to myself than anyone else.

"Better save him," Cameron joked.

I took his words seriously and lay my apple on Harper's tray. I walked over to Nick and stared at Riley Robins. His light brown shaggy but curly hair was under his baseball cap, matching to his red Aztec's leather jacket. His status as best pitcher and hitter was known throughout the school.

"Did I bother you Alex?" Riley asked, "This loser kept bumping into me."

"By accident man," Nick said, his calm cool voice seemed to surprise me, "I wasn't paying attention."

His words seemed to trigger Riley to lean towards Nick in inches, his hand balling into a fist. I put my hand on his chest, my head leaning up to stare at the jock with a strong look.

"He's a WMN," I said, "Calm down."

"I'm not going to be nice next time."

I pulled Nick away, towards my table. I pulled out his ear buds and rolled up the cord around his iPhone. He took it gratefully, his eyes with a joking look. I shook my head as we were out of sight from Riley. I smacked him lightly on his chest with an eye roll following.

"Hey," he laughed, "What's that for?"

"This is the first day of school, and you're going to start it off by pissing off Riley Robins?" I narrowed my eyes, "What are you thinking?"

"I wasn't," he smirked, "What's a WMN?"

"Waverly Manner Newbie," Cameron answered, "Cameron James."

The two shared a hand shake as Nick sat next to me on the table top. He pulled up his Jansport book bag onto his lap and pulled out a brown bag. He digged it and pulled out a hero sandwich and Snapple.

"I didn't know you were going to come here," I said softly to him as Cameron and Harper whirled up a conversation.

"I wasn't supposed to start until tomorrow, but I wanted to start off the school year right," Nick said as he bit into his sandwich, "Thanks for paying for the Philly's yesterday, by the way."

"No problem," I said, "Where are you coming from?"

"Jersey," he replied.

"I figured," I said, bringing the apple to my lips, "You walk like it's another happy-go-lucky day."

"And it isn't?" he raised an eyebrow.

"This is New York," I said, as if it were a statement itself, "Nothing is as friendly as it seems here."

"So would that make you a bitch?" he quipped.

Cameron cracked up, causing me to glare at him. I rolled my eyes at Nick; unsure to take it as a compliment or an insult.

"I hope not," Nick gave me a sincere smile, "I need a friend."

I felt a smile form on my lips. I stuck out my hand, feeling the warmth just tingle throughout my fingers as he took it and shook it.

"Alex Russo, international friendly sandwich giver."

"Nick Jonas, international happy-go-lucky Jersey boy."