AN thanks for the help guys. I wont be updating until next week, so enjoy this. I know it's not much but I want you to love all the characters before I get into the storyline. Even though, like the Clique books this doesn't have one big storyline, it is more everyday life. More ideas the better.

KEN POV

So the next couple weeks flew by. Jesse and I were brothers from another mother. We both loved football, NBA 2K13 basketball on the Xbox and pizza. Governor Walker, although intimidating, was a pretty chill guy and even my dad approved of the 'politician's kid'.

Jesse and Alicia have become like buddy buddies. What I mean by that is she comes over to his house and they just hang out, or in a group. It's all flirt but no action… oh wait and she is still dating Josh and Jesse's banged at least 2 chicks since arriving here.

Dylan and I hang out with Jesse and Leesh but never alone. I really dig her, I gotta admit that sometimes I take the long route to class just to say hi to her or have my limo park next to Massie's Range Rover just so I can see her carrot top head. Do you think the hat matches the….

Right.

Kyle, well he has just been skipping football every chance he gets. He's a really laid back guy and the work ethic and time commitment associated with being a student at a top high school and on a team like Rayland Prep… well….

Randal has been acting weird lately. He seems as though he is like upset with me or something. Here's an example from the 2nd week of school…

We were in the Caf at a round oak table with our matching chairs. Jesse and I walked together and took out our lunches as Jesse started reading his book. Great Gatsby or something. I didn't care because Austin showed up shortly after.

"Hey Austin what's happening man?" I asked

"Nothing really. Jesse is being as sociable as ever right Jess?"

Jesse muttered some comeback, but I could decode the mess or words that came out of his mouth.

"Jesse has been reading the same page over and over again." I told Austin as we both cracked a smile.

"Shut it Husky-shit! And you too Ronnie Jersey! I've got dyslexia!" Jesse said smiling.

Husky-shit? Obviously referring to my 2 colored eyes. And Ronnie? Oh yeah that guy from Jersey Shore with muscles the size of trucks. Actually that is a good comparison, I mean Austin doesn't have the same skin tone or face or hair, but their muscles are both identically huge. Jesse does have dyslexia; he also has ADD and mild dysgraphia. He isn't stupid, he has a huge vocabulary bigger than mine for sure and he is good at math, but it takes him hours to read stuff that takes me half an hour.

Then Randal came up with his lunch tray with Kyle right behind him. Pizza Tuesdays were their Achilles heals. They both came with heaping trays of Cheesy goodness and the second their trays hit the table we all reached out and took their pizza.

"Hey!'' Randy laughed, "get your dirty hands off my grub."

"Be quiet midget!" Austin said with his mouth full of pizza. Kyle was 5'8", definitely the shortest in the group by about 4 inches. Anyway this is where things got weird.

Austin started it all out, "Yo Bieber face. I'll summarize every chapter of the book for you later." Jesse put down the book

He smiled his huge-ass smile and questioned, "Bieber face? I look nothing like Bieber."

" You both have faces that belong to someone a decade younger than you," Austin rebutted.

"Yeah well at least I don't look like I'm on roids."

"You're just jealous because you will never be as swole as Mary Kate and Ashley," Kyle joked pointing to Austin as Austin kissed both his biceps.

"So guys," I jumped in. "I need advice, should I ask Dylan out?"

Jesse spoke first, "yeah man! She's a fucking babe, I mean if I had a chance…" I threw an apple slice at him.

Then Austin spoke, "do it! In all seriousness it's kind of ridiculous that none of us have girlfriends. Kyle and Jesse just hump anything with a pulse; I'm still moping over the same bitch, your whipped and not even dating and what about you Randy? Do you even hookup?"

Randy looked uncomfortable, it was uncool of Austin to put him on the spot, but I guess we were all just messing around. I saw him look over my shoulder at the PC table. Randy was a one-woman guy, like even when he wasn't macking on her. "Nah man."

Jesse spoke up continuing the teasing, "what is Alexis Texas on the Porno satisfying you more than a legit chick? C'mon dude you could get on almost any girl you wanted."

Randy blushed and I came to his rescue, "Jessica do you want on him?"

"Kendal?" Jesse looked fake aghast, "we're in a fight." He teased trying not to smile.

The subject was changed but Randy spoke up again, "I think you guys should think about this. I mean why do you just get on any girl you can?"

"I don't think that's true, we only get on hot one's right Jessica?" Kyle smiled high fiving Jesse.

"No, man. You just banged a townie, the college dropout working at Walgreens 2 days ago. Like, don't you want to hook up with someone you like?"

"There is no girl I like, Randy."

"Then maybe try and finding one. Someone with class and pretty and who makes you happy to be around."

I thought about it, Dylan makes me feel happy, nervous happy but still happy.

I spoke up, "like Dylan?"

"Exactly," Randy breathed staring off at the PC table, before snapping out of his hopeless romantic moment. "And then you bang her."

The rest of the boys cheered, happy that the uncomfortable silence was over. I could tell Randy didn't mean the last part, and I respected that.

Suddenly perfume consumed the table and Alicia tapped Jesse's shoulder. Jesse's 'bang bang bang' attitude left and he smiled a genuine smile.

"Hey guys," she smiled to the table. We all waved back. Even though Dylan was the girl for me, Alicia was downright beautiful… godlike. "Jesse," she started looking into his warm brown eyes that suddenly looked star struck, "will you walk me to my locker? I got to get my stuff for History."

"Sure" he smiled jumping up and started walking towards the door. We all made kissing sounds, and as they walked he used his hand to make an ass-grab motion behind her, where she couldn't see. Nice try Jess, I am burning your man-card.

When the bell rang I caught up with Dylan.

"Dyl! Wait up!"

She waited and I caught up with her. I pulled her aside as Kristen rolled her eyes and caught up with Claire.

"What's up Kenny?"

"Nothing," I smiled confidently, "I was just wondering if… if you…"

Oh, shit. Her eyes, they were the exact same shade as Katherine Lloyd, my biological mom. My parents, you know the rich, oil-miners had it all. Money, power, family, except a son. My adopted dad is um… sexist? Bigot? I'm going to go with old fashioned. He paid our maid and pool boy to umm… have him a son. My adopted mom didn't know about it at the time.

So Katherine, with her bright green eyes, went to a fertility center and this place had new biological technology and they wanted a boy, arranged the chromosomes right and well here I am.

Katherine was allowed to see me, and be in my life for years. Then when I turned 11, I was told we were moving to New York. I wasn't going to see my real mom anymore. Don't get me wrong I loved my adopted mom, but I always felt like an outsider in the family. When I came to visit a Texas again a few months later, my mom and I had the most awkward conversation ever. The only noise coming from our table in the Diner was weather talk and the sound of our cutlery. After that the calls stopped, email's were left unopened and I was officially abandoned by mom.

As I stared into Dylan's eyes about to ask her to be with me. To be there for me, to care for me and to allow myself to be open to her I froze. What if she was Katherine? Like in another life or some shit…

"Umm… I was wondering if I could copy your Chem Homework?"

Randal POV

I like my friends I really do. I think they are perfect for goofing around with, playing sports and talking about anything but girls. I am not desperate, I just don't get them. Those guys, well… Take Kyle for example. He is short, thinks everything is a joke and never smiles, but his cell phone still gets tons more calls then mine!

Dylan, well she would be perfect with me. Sometimes I'm a little uptight, but I think someone as funny and silly as Dylan could balance it out. Not if Ken is with her.

Another thing I don't like is Austin's attitude about taking on the other clique. I should be our leader, I'm the smartest, friendliest (AKA most popular), but all Austin has is his body. He's no handsomer than Kendal, or cuter (girl cute… no homo) than Jesse or more of a laugh then Kyle! I don't get it. He is not a leader; the strong and silent type works in Bond movies, not in high school. I'm a natural leader.

I walked into English and saw Jesse was already sitting with his brow furrowed and biting his thumb finishing off the chapter homework.

I sat next to him. We were in the front row, he was on the far right end, and I was next to him, Kemp next to him and Cam net to him.

"Good afternoon class."

"Good afternoon Mr. Everett," we all chanted back. Mr. Everett was a tall man in his mid fifties. The girls called him the Silver Fox because he was a "dilf", but I thought he was just creepy.

He was having us all go in front of the class and take turns reading a few pages of the next chapter of the Great Gatsby. I volunteered to go first. I was only taking this class to get credits out of the way and boost my GPA. It was my easiest class, but I would never say that to the boys because Jesse has a really hard time.

Then Jesse went up. He started reading.

The paragraph looked like this: "He borrowed somebody's best suit to get married in, and never told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out... I gave it to him and then I lay down and cried... all afternoon."

But Jesse read it a little off… "He… Borr… borrowed someone's best sweet to get married in, and… never teld me about it, and then men came…"

He got very few words right and was mumbling the whole thing. Then next to me Kemp yelled out, "go back to 2nd grade you retard!"

Cam shot Kemp a begrudging look, but Jesse stopped reading and gave him an unusual, sly, close-mouthed smile as he walked forward.

"You think I'm a retard?" He chuckled. Then he stopped before Kemp's desk still smiling and out of the blue punched him. I jumped up and held him back before he could get another swing. Jesse's face morphed into an absolutely furious one. Cam grabbed Kemp and the fight was broken up before it even started, but Jesse stormed out and I don't know where he went.

Austin POV

I left school immediately on Friday.

I was having the guys over.

6:00

They all sat on my coach when I stood up.

I began my well practiced speech, "first off, Jesse, how is the hand?" Jesse shrugged.

I continued, "Okay guys, I think we got to get rid of Derrick's group.

First we have to define what they have."

"Girls!" Kyle yelled, "They got the babes." I smiled and wrote Babes.

"Three state championships, they even won in middle school!" exclaimed Ken. I scribbled Championships on the board. I raised my eyebrows at the boys.

" Hard heads…" Jesse muttered breaking into a smile as the boys laughed.

Nobody was going to say it so I did, "they're eye candy. They dress well, are good looking, and they are charismatic."

No one talked for about 4 seconds, then Jesse spoke, "I know I'm new, but we are all good looking guys, but we don't always dress well…." Everyone looked at him weird and insulted so he stood up, "I hate these clothes. These polos and khakis, I feel like a snob! And Austin what is up with the Abercrombie? We're not in 5th grade. And Kyle? Must you always dress like you are on your way to the beach? And Kendal…" Jesse dropped his rant and started laughing, "I can't insult my bromance boyfriend!" everyone joined him.

Randy then spoke, " I know, I know. Skinny jeans, black boots… I get it. How did you use to dress?"

I felt my control slipping as Jesse continued, "I am most comfortable in casual prep. Like a polo or button down in jeans. I wore sweaters a lot and only for church and stuff I would wear khakis."

"You went to church?" I asked trying to undermine.

"Of course," Jesse said and before I knew it was flipped on me, "I guess some of us are raised to right." Jesse was joking, but I was losing my foothold as the leader and I was afraid that he would pull a Derrick on me.