Candice's P.O.V

"Good morning class. Please welcome our new student Candice Vidal." The teacher whose name tag said Paul A. Thompson said gesturing toward me. Most students gave a slight wave and some didn't even acknowledge our presence. I gave a small smile and turned to look at Mr. Thompson for further direction. "You can just take the seat next to Michael. Michael raise your hand." A dark-skinned dread headed boy that sat in the front row raised his hand and smiled at me. I halfheartedly returned the smile and took my seat next to him.

"Hey I'm Caesar." He said holding his hand out. "I thought it was Michael?" I said skeptically taking his hand and shaking it briefly. "Yeah it is, but I prefer Caesar." "Where are you from?" I asked noticing his accent. "I'm from Brooklyn, but my parents are from Jamaica. What about you? Where'd you come from?"

"I moved here from Miami, but I'm originally from LA."

"Wait are you one of Seraphine's kids?" He asked and I had to fight to hide the distaste I felt at his question. "No, no I'm not," I said sharply. He opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by the bell that dismissed us from homeroom.

"Hey, what class do you have next?" he asked and I handed him my schedule. He looked over it and handed it back to me. "You have Ms. Spank next period which is honors U.S history. Lucky for you I have that class too," he said smiling. He had a really pretty smile. He began to walk down the hall through the sea of teenagers and I followed not too far behind him.

"Hey Ms. Spank you have a new student." "Oh hello Caesar, and what is your name dear?" Ms. Spank had a smooth cocoa complexion and she looked like she was in her mid thirties. "Candice Vidal." "Ok everyone, I want you to say hello to Candice and make her feel welcome."

The replies were very different from the half dead students in homeroom. Some waved, some said some version of hello, and then there we're the cat calls and whistles. My favorite was "Aye ma lemme get yo' number."

"Ok class settle down. Candice you can sit wherever you like, we don't have assigned seats." I scanned the classroom for a place to sit. There weren't any seats open next to Caesar. There we're only three desks that we're empty. One in a dark corner in the back, nope. One next to 'Aye ma', definitely not. And one in front, next to a light skinned girl with curly strawberry blond hair and gorgeous green eyes. Yep.

She seemed to be really excited about something because she had the hugest smile on her face as I sat down next to her. "Hi, I'm Jazmine." "Hello Jazmine." The rest of the day went the same. I would meet someone, show them my schedule, they would show me my next class, and then repeat the process.

I put my things in my locker and closed it. "Holy Shh! Oh my god you scared me." I said clutching my chest. Caesar and Jazmine were standing behind the the locker door that I had closed. Turns out the two of them were friends. "Sorry," Jazmine sweetly apologised, "We didn't mean to." "It's fine, what do you want?" Caesar spoke this time, "You're sitting with us at lunch." With that he walked past me and headed down the hall. Jazmine quickly followed suit. "Wait, what about my sisters and brother?" I asked following behind them. "They can sit with us too." Caesar said over his shoulder.

" Hey guys this is Candice, " Caesar said introducing me to a group of his friends. "Who's the other two?" An Asian boy said, looking past me. "These two are her sisters Kathryn and Racquel." "Hey," Racquel said with almost too much excitement, causing laughter to flow from the table of friends. She hung her head low in embarrassment. I was the first to sit out of the three of us. The other two. took their seats on both sides of me. Racquel kept her eyes on her tray and I patted her back as reassurance.

"Hey Huey!" My eyes followed Jazmine as she sat down next to a mass of brown hair. My breath caught in my throat at how beautiful his eyes were. They were the same color as the expensive red wine that Seraphine loves so much. They were so intense, it felt like he was searching for something in my soul. "...Candice?" "Huh?" I said snapping my head towards Caesar. "Are you ok?" He said with a semi concerned look. "Yeah, why?" "Because you zoned out." "Oh it's just.. um..your eyes are so strange. I didn't mean to stare." I said to Huey. "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing about you," he said addressing my blue eyes. Me and Raquel got that from my mom. "Anyway, like I was saying. That's Hiro," he said pointing to the Asian boy, "and the one you were staring at is Huey," Caesar teased.

"Yeah I figured, considering Jazmine shouted his name." I said teasing him back. " Touché," he said.

"So it must be awesome with your mom being famous and all," Hiro said. "What are you talking about," I said. "Seraphine is your mom right?"he asked. "No." "Yes." Me and Kathryn said at the same time. We turned to look at each other and I shot her glare. "Wait, I thought you said that she wasn't your mom. I mean, if you're trying to hide it because you think we'll go crazy because your mom's famous. Don't flatter yourself." Caesar said. "She isn't my mom." I said sharply then stood up and left the cafeteria.

No One's P.O.V.

"What's wrong with her?" Hiro asked Racquel. "Oh um, It's a uh.. really touchy subject for her." "Why?" Jazmine spoke this time. "Uh.. actually it's pretty touchy for the both of us. I don't really wanna talk about it." Racquel replayed. "Oh, I'm sorry." Jazmine apologized. "No it's fine. So tell us more about Woodcrest."