A/N: Sorry, I didn't get this out earlier. Issues came up, again. Life is really hitting me hard right now guys. Anyway, here's another chapter, hope you guys like it.

But before we start some things I wanna address.

Madds21: You don't have anything to worry about. I had no intentions of doing that. I don't believe in mixing AO and AC in the same story for that reason and that reason alone. While I do enjoy to write AO stories, those stories are completely separate on my profile and will have nothing to do with any of my AC stories.

And to the guest who keeps saying they're getting 'A walk to remember' feel on this story. I have never seen 'A Walk to Remember' and before I looked it up I couldn't have told you if it was a book, or screenplay or a movie or what. So, that will most definitely not be my intentions for this story. Guess it's just a weird coincidence.

I'm done running my mouth now. Hope you guys enjoy.

As the final bell rings for the end of the school day, Casey hangs back in her last class period as all of the other students quickly file out of the building. She waits a few minutes before she pokes her head out of the classroom, checking to make sure the halls are empty.

Getting her confirmation, Casey the leaves the class room and speedily walks through the school towards her locker, occasionally glancing over her shoulder every now and again.

She gets to her locker and switches out her textbooks for the ones that she knows she needs to take home, and the ones that she can get away with leaving at school for the day. Once again glancing around, she clutches her textbooks tightly and then goes to make her way out of the school.

As she walks past a window, Casey heaves a great sigh of relief when she realizes that Abbie is on the field at soccer practice. It saves for a lot of unnecessary trouble on her way home.

She relaxes a little and exits the building, squinting at the attack of the sun on her eyes after a really long day. And she wonders why she can't see worth a damn.

On her way to the bus stop, Casey can't help but think of her encounter with Alex earlier. Usually people just don't approach her and talk to her like that; especially not if they're the daughter of the president.

She wonders why Alex is at their school if she's practically America's Princess. Shouldn't she be in some high end school, let alone be home schooled? It just doesn't make any sense. But who is she to question where the president wants to send his daughter.

About ten minutes later, the bus comes and Casey is on her way home where she will begin the daily task of toggling between doing her homework and tending to her younger sisters.

The bus ride is easy and she gazes at the numerous buildings and people that plague the city whenever she gets out of the school. The bus drives by the White House and she can't help but think that she actually met the girl who lives there. She wonders what it's like inside.

After probably a fifteen minute bus ride, Casey gets off at her stop and makes the three block walk to her house. By the time she gets there she's usually pretty tired, and today is no different.

She fiddles in her pockets for key house key before she locates it and inserts into the keyhole to let her self in. Inside her house, she's not surprised that she can hear the feint argument between her eleven year old sister Lindsey and her seven year old sister Hanna.

"Buenos tardes Cassandra." The babysitter Mrs. Martinez says as Casey steps into the living room.

"Buenos tardes Mrs. Martinez." Casey replies, taking note of her sleeping youngest sister Cassie napping on a pillow next to the older woman. She can't explain how thankful she is that Mrs. Martinez watches her sisters until she gets home. With out her, she isn't sure what her mother would do.

"Ay, the little one. She went right to sleep." the babysitter says quietly standing up from the couch. "And the others; they fight constantly fight. I know not what to do with them. Your mama must have a headache always."

Casey smiles shyly and nods her head. "Yeah, she really does. But, I've kinda gotten used to their arguing"

"Ay I just let them fight…." Mrs. Martinez pauses a moment examining the teen in front of her. "You're getting so tall Cassandra. But why do you look so sad?"

Casey shakes her head and plasters a fake, yet convincing smile across her face. "I'm not sad Mrs. Martinez, I'm just tired." She lies.

Mrs. Martinez eyes her carefully for a moment before she decides it's best that she doesn't press on the subject.

"If you say so, but I can tell when I child is lying to me, but I know how you teens can be, hiding things from us adults. I hope you have a good rest of your day, and tell your mama to try and get some rest. She works way too hard.

"I will. Thank you again." Casey says bidding the babysitter good day before she leaves.

Casey sighs and moves back into the living room, where Cassie is beginning to stir from her nap.

"Hey kiddo. Did you have a good nap?" she asks softly as Cassie sits up, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

"I'm still sleepy." The five year old responds yawning greatly. She finishes her yawn and blinks a few times before she slumps against her sister.

Casey smoothes her sisters air and sits in silence for a few minutes before her other two sisters coming racing down the stairs.

"It's about time you got here." Lindsey says plopping down in an arm chair. "We thought you got lost."

"You know how long it takes me to get home. This is nothing new." Casey responds flatly.

"Case, what's for dinner, I'm hungry, and when's Mom gonna get home?" Hanna asks bouncing on the couch.

Casey sighs and removes her glasses, rubbing her eyes. "I don't know Han, I haven't looked, but it's probably going to be chicken nuggets because that's what we have. And Mom will get home when she gets home…"

"But Caaaaaseeeeeeey, we had chicken nuggets yesterday. I don't want that." Cassie whines, kicking her feet against the couch.

Casey sighs again, as her three sisters start to complain as one. "Guys seriously, I can only make what we have, and between the three of you, I probably won't even get any…it's what we have."

Her sisters all fall silent but still continue to pout and there is not doubt in Casey's mind that they are continuing to complain in their heads.

She glances at her watch and stands up from the couch. "How about I'll just make you guys a snack until dinner time, that way you won't be as hungry?"

"Yeah, snacks!" Cassie says beginning to bounce excitedly once again.

"As long as it's not anything related to peanut butter I'm fine." Lindsey mumbles feeling entirely sick of peanut butter.

Casey pauses on her way to the kitchen and concludes that Lindsey just won't get any of the snacks then. As she begins to make her way to the pantry, she stops and pokes her head out of the kitchen.

"If I told you guys that I met the president's daughter today, would you believe me?" she asks curiously.

Lindsey and Hanna look at each other for a moment before they both burst into hysteric laughter.

At this Casey rolls her eyes and shakes her head. "Guess not."

At least at home she can say that she's mildly happy about something as opposed to the utter loser she feels like at school. She wonders if kids knew everything that she had to go through at home, would they still be as mean to her.

The Next Day

"So, you mean to tell me, that you think that you're starting to like coming here? Say it isn't so!" Eliza says sarcastically as she walks Alex to lunch due to an absent Serena.

Alex rolls her eyes and playfully shoves the agent. "Whatever. I think I'll get used to it. Don't tell my dad, but I think I like this whole 'be around people' thing. It's…new." She pauses when she sees Eliza roll her eyes at her comment. "Love you too Liza."

"I must really love my job to risk my life in a high school for the president's kid. Aren't I lucky." Eliza mumbles sarcastically.

This time it's Alex's turn to roll her eyes and she shoves the agent once again. "You're such a loser. Go play with your friends while I'm at lunch. I don't want you to embarrass me."

"Me embarrass you? Nah kid, you've got it wrong. If anything you're the one that's cramping my style. I'm a bad ass Secret Service Agent. What are you? A snot nosed teenager."

"Bye Liza." Alex says in a sing song voice as she goes to sit with her new friends. Yes, shocking, she thinks that she's actually going to consider them friends.

"Wish I had super cool body guards following me around all day." Amanda says in an imaginative voice.

Alex makes a face and shakes her head. "No you don't. You feel weird because they even wait outside of the bathroom for you. If they're like this for me, I can't even begin to imagine how my dad feels."

The girls begin talking about classes, things on the internet and other random things that there is to talk about. Strangely enough, Alex finds her self fitting in perfectly.

Casey is walking to her usual secluded table in the farthest corner of the courtyard. She is dead set on getting there when her foot catches on something and she falls roughly on the ground sending her glasses flying off her face.

She hears laughter of numerous people above her but she's more focused on finding her glasses, which is really hard to do seeing as she feels like she can't see an inch clearly in front of her face.

Blinking hard as if it will make her see better, Casey feels around on the ground for her glasses which she can't seem to find.

"Awwwww, bookworm can't see?" Olivia snickers, holding Casey's glasses in her hand.

Casey sighs as she realizes where her glasses went, and that her attempts to get them back are going to be completely futile. She stands up and tries to find Olivia with her glasses only to have Abbie trip of once again causing her to fall down.

"Careful Liv, you don't wanna break those. Those are probably the only ones she can afford." Abbie snarks.

Casey feels the heat rush to her face and she stares a the blurry around she's sitting on.

"Yeah you're probably right." Olivia agrees tossing Casey's glasses on the ground. "I mean, look at how she dresses?"

"What does your Mom do Casey, go thrift shopping?" Abbie snickers, causing the formatting circle of students to laugh.

Casey slips on her glasses and shakily stands to her feet. She wraps her arms around herself, suddenly feeling completely uncomfortable with Abbie talking about her clothes.

"Oh, so she does go thrift shopping?" Abbie says taking Casey's silence as an answer to her rhetorical question.

Casey quickly shakes her head but averts her gaze to the ground. "No, she doesn't shop at the thrift store."

"So how do you explain those clothes then? Or how about how poor and pathetic you are?" the taller brunette snarks bitterly.

"W-we…there's four of us, and just my mom…she tries…she tries really hard." Casey says sadly. It's one thing when people attack her personally, but it's a totally different story when they start mocking her family life style.

"Tries hard to what? Get crappy clothes for her kids? I'm pretty sure if I sold two of my text books I would be able to buy your entire wardrobe."

"T-there's nothing wrong with my clothes…" Casey whispers, trying to convince herself, more than she's trying to convince the people around her. "She's trying…"

"So what, do you have to take care of your sisters when you get home? I bet you have the same thing for dinner every night because you can't afford anything else."

Casey blushes furiously and she feels tears spring to her eyes as the other kids laugh at each and every one of Olivia and Abbie's comments. To make matters worse, it hurts because most of them are true.

No her mom doesn't go thrift shopping for their clothes or anything, but still aren't as nice as probably everyone else's in the school. They don't have a lot of money to spend which means their weekly options on dinner are always extremely limited between the five people in the house.

Casey stares at the ground intently as her tears make themselves visible and they begin making the shameful decent down her face.

"Aw, you gonna cry again?" Abbie coos teasingly. "Look, she is gonna cry again!"

Seeing that there isn't really anywhere for her to go due to the circle of laughing people surrounding her, Casey plops back down on the ground and cries into her hands from the shame and embarrassment.

"What's going on over there?" Amanda asks noticing a large circle on the opposite side of the courtyard.

"I dunno, let's go see." Kim says standing up from the table, leading the way over to the circle. They push their way through, only to find Abbie tormenting a sobbing Casey.

"Come on Abbie, step off, the girl is already crying." Connie says to the taller girl.

Abbie tears her gaze away from Casey and stares at the new group of four in the circle. Honestly, some people just gotta ruin all the fun.

"Why are you four here? How about you go back and mind your business." Olivia says, becoming angry at the intruders.

"How about you go find something else to do other than be Abbie bitch, Benson." Amanda states firmly, showing her dislike for the shorter brunette.

Olivia grits her teeth and starts towards Amanda, only to have Abbie firmly grasp her wrist, holding her back.

"She's not worth it Liv, I promise. C'mon, lets get outta here." Abbie says glaring at the other girls for a moment before she and the rest of her friends make their way over to their usual table.

The crowd deteriorates, leaving a sniffling Casey sitting on the ground, thanking god that her utter humiliation is finally over.

"Hey, are you okay?" Alex says softly, crouching next to the girl on the ground.

Casey wipes her eyes and nods her head slowly, not feeling like she's really worthy enough to be talking to someone like Alex.

"Here, let me help you up." the blonde says offering her hand.

Casey hesitates for a moment before she slowly takes Alex's hand and allows her to help her to her feet.

"My name is Alex by the way." Alex says smiling, trying to coax the other girl in to talking.

Casey nods and averts her eyes to the ground, suddenly becoming more interested in her shoes. "Y-yeah….I-I know…I've seen enough political events to kind of have an idea of who you are…" she says lamely.

Alex smiles nervously and runs her fingers through her hair. "I…yeah…I guess that would make a lot of sense. What's your name?" she asks. Of course she already knows the girl's name from other people, she just wants to see if Casey will introduce her self.

"I'm…Casey." The redhead says quietly, suddenly becoming uncomfortable with talking to another person.

"Well, do you wanna come sit with me and my friends? You kind sit over there all by yourself, and I'm sure they won't mind." Alex offers nicely.

Casey shakes her head as she continues to stare at the ground. "N-no…that's okay, I'm okay with sitting by myself." 'They wouldn't want me over there anyway.'

"Why? Like I said, they won't mind, and you don't have to sit all by yourself."

"It's okay…"

Alex pauses and purses her lips at Casey persistence. "Fine, then I'll come sit with you."

Casey eyes widen and she shakes her head again. "Really…It's okay. I-I…I like sitting by myself." 'It gives people a less chance to pick on me. To laugh about my clothes, or my family, or anything else that's wrong with me.'

"But why? You look lonely." Alex presses on. She's usually considered a friendly person, and the reason she takes such an interest in the girl is because she just wants to figure out why she's such a loner. There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her, and she looks like a generally good person, so why are people so mean? Oh how she wishes that Serena wasn't absent so she could of seen how horrible of a bitch Abbie way being just a few minutes ago.

"I'm not lonely…I just…like it." Casey lies miserably.

"But you sit alone in every class don't you. I have three classes with you and in every one of them you sit by yourself. You've got to be lonely." Alex responds.

"Y-you should get back to your friends….they're probably waiting for you…" Casey says quietly after a pause. She then chooses to reside to her usual secluded table in the corner.

Alex sighs irritably as she reluctantly makes her way back over to her friends. She's not sure what it is, but she feels like Casey really just needs a friend. Being the kind hearted person that she naturally is, Alex is determined to offer that.

Damn. That's some cruel stuff right there man…Leave a review?