Hello dearies! I uploaded :) And just because it was bugging me, I changed the story a tad. Massie is in ninth grade, James is in tenth. Thinking about an Massie being an eighth grader was annoying me and messing with the story line. Don't hate me, I have creative licenses.

Massie was buzzing. Like literally buzzing.

Michael raised an eyebrow at her, "Nervous?" Massie giggled awkwardly and in a futile attempt to sound calm said, "Pshh… no?" and turned her attention to the leather seat of the Derbsham's Lexus. How much she wished to be a car, beautiful and loved by all. Plus cars didn't need to go to school, or meet new cars, or talk for that matter. Of course, cars aren't alive but still. No, she wished she was Bean. Asleep and care free.

Kiara rifled through her oversized Burberry bag, "We already told you, you have nothing to worry about. See?" She said as she pulled out her iPhone and showed her all of her recent text messages.

Sarah Salsbury: Is it true there is a new girl coming?

John Ritter: So. The American. She hot?

Patricia Reems: What was our World History homework?

Patricia Reems: Is it true you know the American girl?

Mom: Don't forget to see Dr. Scythe about your mid-term!

John Ritter: I heard she dated Connor Foley. True?

Amelia Smith: Is the American girl a total bitch?

Krista Williams: If so, would she like us?

"Wow," Massie breathed as she read the messages, "What did you tell them all?"

"To piss off, of course, and find out for themselves."

Massie handed her the iPhone back and relaxed for the first time in ages, "You are the best."

She was ready for anything. Total domination mode activated. Her hair was down in loose curls, and she wore a sparkly black headband. Her grey skinny jeans and purple oxford were creaseless and wrinkle-free. Her navy school blazer was totally free of lint and her brown wedge ankle boots scuff free. She had Skyped with the PC the night before to confirm what she already knew, she was a perfect ten. A quick glance at Michael and Kiara and she knew she had made an excellent choice in them as friends. Kiara's long, blonde hair was pin straight, her navy blazer matched her navy eyes perfectly, and she wore a white button down, a grey knit skirt, navy knee socks, and brown oxford flats that practically screamed school girl chic. And Michael… his dark brown curls, navy eyes, white button down, navy tie and grey slacks made Massie's head spin. If James wasn't in the picture she would definitely go for Michael.

She was halted out of her reverie when the car stopped right in front of KISS. "Here we go," she thought, "you can do this.

But for once… she wasn't so sure.

"Come on Massie." Urged Kiara as she and Michael tried to get her out of the car, "You can do this."

"I can do this." One foot was out of the car, she couldn't stop now. Both feet. All of a sudden she felt a surge of confidence and she found herself completely out of the car. She grabbed her new Burberry satchel, (Hey, When in Rome right?) and strode across the sidewalk to the huge oak doors, flanked by Kiara and Michael. Everyone turned to look at them while they passed, and why shouldn't they?

Massie heard the whispers and felt her confidence-o-meter rise with every single one.

"She was an American supermodel…"

Boooop, the confidence-o-meter rose.

"She turned down the chance to start in a movie with Connor Foley…"

Booooooop.

"I heard she flooded a school just so she could have classes with her boyfriend…"

Booooooooooooooop.

"I saw her in Teen Vogue once."

Booooooooooooooooooooooooop.

"Victoria Beckham asks her for fashion advice."

The confidence-o-meter went through the roof. So what that not everything was true, people were talking about her. Somehow the Madeleine Davis scandal was eclipsed by her mere star power. Ruling this school would be a piece of cake.

"Massie!" Someone called from a little far off. When she turned she saw the most handsome boy ever. James Whittaker. When he reached her he ran a hand through his magnificent dark hair and said "Fancy meeting you here." Massie was awe-struck. What did she say? She needed to say something clever and equally as charming… but now that this boy stood above her (He was a good three inches taller than her, even in her heels.) she had no idea what to say. Luckily, Michael came to her rescue.

"Wait, you two know each other?"

Massie nodded, "Yeah we met on the plane over here, and James here is a bit obsessed with me now."

James chuckled and adjusted the strap of his backpack so it lay evenly on his very toned shoulder. "I wouldn't say obsessed exactly… more like stalking."

"Good grief, James!" Kiara exclaimed with mock surprise, "I didn't know you were that crazy."

BRRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIING.

"Oh dear, we better get to class. Bye guys." Michael sighed and headed off down a hallway with James.

"Bye Massie." James called as they walked away.

Kiara pulled Massie the opposite direction, "Come on, we have to get your schedule. Besides, grade nine classes are this way."

This confused Massie, "But then why did Michael go with James?"

"He skipped a grade on behalf of being a bloody genius. Now let's go. I don't want to be late."