I forgot to put the disclaimer in the last chapter! Well, here it goes:I do not own JESSIE or anything affiliated with it. The only things I own are the plot of the story and my OC, Claire.

"…You signed me up for high school with this idiot?" Claire jutted her thumb towards Luke.

"It'll be good for you! High school is the best four years of your life!" Jessie exclaimed.

Emma interrupted, "I thought those were your worst years? Remember T-Bob? And your prom disaster? And that time when-"

"Okay, we get it Emma, I had a bad high school experience, just let it go!" Jessie exaggerated.

"But yeah, high school is going great for me; it'll go great for you too, don't worry." Emma explained.

"You've been going to school for ten years before this, I've been sending my work in to teachers ever since I could remember. I'm socially challenged, Emma, face it. I'll be a loser like in the movies." Claire stated.

"No you won't! We'll work on your social skills, and I'll take you shopping for new clothes!"

"What's wrong with my clothes now?"

"Nothing, nothing, it's just… everybody needs new clothes, right?"

"Sure, Emma, sure."

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"Lesson One: Greetings. Okay Claire, you can't just go up to someone and say 'Hi!'. You need to work on the fundamentals of greeting people."

"I thought you could go up to someone and say 'Hi' to them. Isn't that the point of a greeting?" Claire asked.

"No! You need to make a good impression! Don't go and look like a ditz just because you decided to greet a guy the wrong way!" she shrieked.

"Whoa there girl, no need to get to your boiling point on first impressions. How about we end the lessons for a while? You seemed stressed…"

"I'm okay, I'm okay."

"I'll make you some tea… on second thought, maybe just water. We don't want you steaming into the ER."

"I'm fine Claire, all good."

"No, you're not. You have eye bags and you look more pale than usual. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I told you, I'm fine."

"You don't have to teach me how to be social, you know that. But I do appreciate the effort you're putting into this. Going to an actual school is new to me, and it's nice to know you'll be with me there."

"Don't forget me, I'm very important on this joyride that is high school." Luke stated at the top of the stairs.

"Oh, just knock it off and run around somewhere else, Freckles." Claire called.

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The next day, the two girls parted the penthouse for a little shopping day at the local mall. As they entered the building, Emma gave commentaries to Claire. "Okay, Lesson Two: Outfits. Outfits can change the way people look at you."

"I thought you said no more lessons?"

"Hide that fact right now. My friend Rosie here is helping me get you a new outfit for your first day of high school." Emma pointed to a girl in a leather jacket and chains.

"Hi there, Rosie."

"Hi yourself…You look like you just came out of the army."

"I kinda did...? I lived with my parents who were in the army before they… d-disappeared. Yeah, disappeared." Claire said.

"Okay then, what classes are you taking?" Rosie asked.

"I have no idea, Jessie chose them for me…"

"And the nanny strikes again! So, how does it feel to have a nanny living with you?" she interviewed Claire.

"Well, it's normal, she's my cousin."

"So you pay her to serve you, yet when you serve her, you get nothing?" Rosie questioned.

"Uh, no..? She doesn't serve me, that's what a butler's for, and I haven't met him yet."

"Ugh, I don't think you'd want to." Emma stated.

"Well, you brought me here for a reason, so why don't we just look for clothes?" Claire stated.

"Okay, let's all go to one store that we all like. Okay say names on three. One, two, three…"

"Harley Davidson!" "Luis Vuitton!" "Pacsun!"

The many shoppers were staring weirdly at the three girls as they screamed their share of stores to go to.

"Well that didn't work out well… one more time. Ready, one, two, three…"

"Forever 21!" they screamed together.

"And that's how you do it people, compromise from the point of views of teenage girls!" the three applauded, joined by some other randoms in the crowd who just wanted to clap.

The teens ran into said store, looking at different items of clothing. "Okay, we'll meet in front of the dressing rooms in fifteen, deal?" Emma stated.

"Got it, dude." Claire said, making a thumbs up.

"Whatever." Rosie sighed.

Said girls ran in different directions, eyeing and unfolding tops, jeans, and trying on shoes. Time ticked, and soon enough, they met, as said, in front of the dressing rooms.

"Okay, one girl goes first, so the rest can critique, got it?" Emma ruled.

"Sure, I guess." Claire stated.

"Whatever gets me out of this mall faster." Rosie murmured.

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"Oh good God that's hideous!" Emma exclaimed.

"What's wrong, Emma? You don't like the shirt?" Rosie taunted.

"Don't like? More like willing to incinerate it in the graveyard and spread the ashes over a random grave…" Emma said, disgusted.

"Okay, okay, it's not like Rosie's just trying to mock you with her choice of clothing, "Claire reassured. "Bonus for the very distinguished description of what she'd do to it." She whispered.

"Thanks, I do try." Rosie whispered sarcastically.

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"Ah, the first day of school! It's always the best!" Emma said.

"Sure, you guys are fine with it. I don't know half the classes I'm gonna take…" Claire said bitterly.

"I'm sure Jessie chose appropriate classes for you! And if not, you can always switch." Emma reassured her.

"That's good; I might have to switch all of my classes if Luke's in 'em." She said.

Emma chuckled, "Oh, I'm sure it's not that bad."

"You've lived with him for more than ten years. Stop lying to me."

"…Okay, it's hell."

"Bring on the babes!"

"Bring on the bruises if you keep yelling like that…" Claire threatened.

"Guys, the bus'll come any minute! Get downstairs to the lobby NOW!"

"OKAY JESSIE! WE'RE GOING NOW!"

"HAVE FUN ON YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL, CLAIRE!"

"THANKS FOR REMEMBERING US, JESSIE!" Luke screamed, annoyed.

"Have fun, kids!" Jesse screeched. Luke slouched as Emma and Claire chuckled.

"What, you want a kiss goodbye from her?" Claire asked.

"It wouldn't hurt to get one…" he frowned.

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"Whoa," Claire said in astonishment. The school was indeed magnificent. The beige walls lead into the office, then turned to brick. White marble columns ran through the entire front of the school. It looked like a tan White House

"Okay, we all need to head into the gym to get our schedules." Emma ruled.

"Okay, how about our gym uniforms?"

"We get them there too." Emma added.

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"Please form an orderly line in front of the table. Form an orderly line at the front of the table." Squawked the secretary.

"I didn't know people were this violent at school. I had to flip three people already to get to you guys." Claire informed them.

"It's never been like this, I don't know what's with the newbies." Emma stated, shoving people, "Now I know why. Look." She pointed towards the table. There sat a boy presumed to be seventeen years old, with blonde hair and brown eyes.

"Ladies, ladies, calm down. There's enough of me to go around!" he yelled. More and more girls came screaming through the crowd.

"..Emma? Emma? EMMA SNAP OUT OF IT!" Claire slapped said girl on the cheek.

"Thanks for that. Let's just pass through and get our schedules." Emma stated. They slid through the crowd to the front of the line. "Names?" the boy asked.

"Emma Ross, Luke Ross, and Claire Prescott."

"Ah, here you are. And what sizes are you?"

"We're all smalls, thank you very much."

"Here you go. Have an awesome school year!"

"…thanks, I guess." Claire says.

"Hey Emma, there's Rosie!" Rosie waved and beckoned us over to her.

"Have you seen the lineup for schedules?" she asked.

"Yeah, we were just there." Luke responded.

"But there was this totes gorgeous guy that was at the front desk! You should've seen him, Rosie. He was to die for." Emma explained.

"Well, when we discuss who's gonna die, I'll put your name in." Claire said.

"You two should find your lockers, we'll go to the Caf, I need some breakfast." Rosie suggested.

So the two freshmen ventured off to fine their lockers, together, of course.

"539, 540, 541, 542-oh! Here it is! Locker number 543, oh, sorry." Claire apologized, bumping into another person.

"It's cool… freshman?" The girl asked. Her eyes glowed amber and her black hair was sleek and straight.

"How'd you know?"

"I'm a freshman too. I'm Quinn, Quinn Tremblay." She stuck her hand out.

"Nice name. I'm Claire, Claire Prescott." Claire responded, shaking Quinn's hand.

"What classes do you have?" Quinn asked.

"Oh, I didn't even check yet." She pulled out her schedule.

Prescott, Claire M. Semester 1

Period 1 (8:40- 9:59) -English Ricci. O

Period 2 (10:03-11:19)-Science Logan. A

Lunch (11:23- 12:39)

Period 3 (12:39-1:19)-Mathematics Harris. E

Period 4 (1:19-2:35)-Fundamentals of Dance Ford. I

"Looks like we have two classes together this semester. That's cool." Quinn broke the silence.

"Yeah, at least I'll have one friend to sit with." Claire stated. Suddenly a person took her schedule. She swiftly turned around, "Luke! Give my schedule back!"

"Huh, we have three classes together."

"…Which ones?" She asked cautiously.

"Periods 1, 2 and 4."

"You're kidding."

"Nope, not even a little, bestie!" he skipped around her. "YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY! YAY!"

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As the day flew by, Claire was getting more and more irritated at the fact that Luke was annoying her to no end. It was the last class of the day, and the students were waiting for the teacher to appear through the door.

"Welcome, class! I'm your teacher this semester, Mrs. Ford. Now, you'll be learning the different techniques and genres of dance, from Ballet to Hip-Hop. Now, our first lesson today is…" she said, leaving suspense. As everyone was wondering what type of dance they were doing, the teacher stalked to the CD player and played the music. Melodies of violins and cellos filled the room. Everyone groaned.

"Now, every boy in this class will pick a name out of this hat, and that will permanently be your partner. So, who wants to go first?" she asked enthusiastically, "Fine, we'll do this in alphabetical order. Robby Allen." A short boy shuffled to the front of the room and placed his hand in the hat. He spoke the name on the slip of paper, "Natalie Williams?" a girl sighed and raised her hand. The two stood along the side of the room, waiting for other names to be called. Soon enough, Luke's name was called.

"Go on, son, say the name on the paper in your hand."

He smirked and said, "Claire Prescott."

"Oh, shit, that's me." She muttered under her breath, walking towards Luke.

"Hey bestie! How you doing?" he asked eagerly.

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"JESSIE WHY'D YOU SIGN ME UP FOR DANCE CLASS?!"

"I thought you'd like it! You used to always dance when I came over!"

"YEAH, WHEN I WAS SEVEN! I'M FOURTEEN NOW, I HAVE DIFFERENT INTERESTS!"

"Well you can't change classes now, everything else is full."

"THIS ISN'T YOUR ARGUMENT FRECKLES! This is between me and my cousin."

Wassup my friends? Here to say, hope you're doing okay! (I just read that out loud. That was the worst rhyme I've ever heard in my entire life.) So, how y'all doing? Is you okay? That's good 'cause I wanted to know. Yeah, this was probably one of the only chapters that Luke is a little cray-cray, but… I'm sorry, it just kinda sucks. So, I'm actually updating with two chapters this time, and hope you like chapter four! See you on the flip side!