Hey everyone! Hope your week is going well...tomorrows Friday!

Thank you for reviewing; it means a lot for an author to get feedback on their work. I was playing it safe by rating this story as M, I don't think anything is too graphic. In the upcoming chapters it will be revealed more why there is an M in the rating. I hope you enjoy! (:

At seven my alarm goes off and I drag myself through a warm shower, pull my hair up, throw on a pair of jeans and blue workout shirt and head downstairs. Bree, Chase and Adam are already in the kitchen making breakfast. I sit down with a bowl of cereal. Twenty minutes later we are piling into Tasha's Toyota Sequoia for school.

"Bree, Chase, good luck on your test; Leo, I better not get another call from Principal Perry; Adam, please pay attention during at least one class; Audrey, I will pick you up from practice on my way home from work," Tasha tells each one of us at the drop off outside. We say our goodbyes and head in different directions. It takes years for the lunch bell to ring and by then my mind is mush from listening to three lectures and taking a test.

I walk into the lunch room and find the Davenport siblings at their usual table. Bree spots me and motions to the vacant seat beside her. Adam is pretending to be a giant eating broccoli trees while Leo and Chase are locked in a discussion of the best superhero.

Chase turns to me. "Audrey, which is better: the Hulk or Spiderman?"

I pretend to ponder this a moment. "I would have to say Spiderman is pretty bae."

"Thank you!" Leo says. I turn to Chase and give an apologetic smile.

I am digging through my bag for my lunch when Bree starts talking to me about her painting lesson with Owen during art. Apparently she was unsure of which color to use in shading and he launched into a monologue of how colors and shading create the emotions and emphasis that comes through in a picture. "It didn't make a lot of sense but he was so sweet and passionate about it," she sighs. "Then, he picked up the paintbrush and guided my hand while explaining it all to me. Everything was so romantic!"

Adam snorts. "About as romantic a bowl of fruit can get."

"Yeah, at least he doesn't pretend to date the wall," she retorts.

"That was one time! And how am I supposed to practice my pickup lines if I don't take the initiative?"

"Initiative in wall dating?" I raise an eyebrow.

Bree pulls me back by asking, "Audrey, why don't you have a boyfriend?"

I choke on pudding. "I did have one or two," I say softly, knowing what is coming.

"Yeah, but how long ago was that? And they were jerks—you said so yourself. I'm talking about now."

I swallow and say slowly, "well...they're a distraction from school and sports."

"Oh, please! You have straight-As and barely have to study for tests and you're one of the best basketball players this school has!"

"Because I have to practice," I mummer.

Bree rolls her eyes. "I don't believe you. Come on, you can tell me anything."

I sigh deeply. I may be more willing to tell her if there weren't three boys staring at me across the table. She catches my hesitant glance in their direction and opens her mouth to say something when the bell rings.

I pop out of my seat, throw my trash away and scurry into the hall in the direction of my next class.

I know this chapter is not very long and I apologize for those of you who were expecting more. I was considering combining this with the next one but I liked the titles of both chapters. I will update soon. Please review!