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Disclaimer: I do not own the Selection Series or any of the characters. Kiera Cass owns them.

Every. Single. Hallway looked the same. Cream carpets, grey wallpaper and golden lamps. How was I supposed to find my room? There was only one solution: Georgia.

I detached my luggage handle from the crook of my arm and rapped my knuckles against the door.

The door swung open and Georgia came out, "476," she sighed, resting against the doorframe.

"Uh, what? I mean, how did you know?"

"Every agent asks the same question, don't worry. I was expecting it, I even timed it!" She flipped open a stopwatch and beamed.

"That's great...but could you give directions to my dorm? Maybe a map? I mean, I could use my holographic map of the school but that would be a bit suspicious."

Georgia darted into her office and returned with a mini microchip, "Give me your phone."

I fished my hands into both of my jacket pockets and pulled out my phone. The SINGER phone was the fastest, smartest and newest phone in the world. It was slim, small, light, waterproof AND bulletproof.

I nearly peed myself when August delivered it to me last month.

"I've installed this microscopic chip into your phone, it has information about anything you need to know, my contact details and a complex map of the school. The map will also lead to any secret passages, hidden rooms and all of the quickest exits, you must not let ANYBODY get hold of this. Understand?"

She handed the phone back to me.

"Of course! Rule 674 of the SINGER agent's rulebook. I follow it religiously." I scoffed, waving my hand and attaching the luggage handle to my arm again, "anyways! Gotta scoot, mission to accomplish!"

Now I was fine.

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470. 472. 474. Where the heck was Room 476?

My eyes scanned the deserted hallways and landed on the door at the far end of the wing. Bingo! 476 here I come!

Behind me, the elevator dinged and the doors swished open. Two girls- one blonde and the other one brunette- stepped out.

Blondie stopped chattering and her blue eyes fixed on me, "OMG! OMG! You must be the new student! I'm Marlee Tames and this is my friend Eadlyn Schreave. Your name is America right? OMG! You are so pretty; I heard that redheads were quite the fierce ones! Is that true? I wish I was that pretty, hey, do you need help with luggage. Wait! Do you need help around the school; I can give you a tour! Lets see... I'm busy Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday...hold on, that's almost the whole week! I can give you a tour now and..."

The other girl, Eadlyn, clamped her hand over Marlee's mouth.

"Sorry about that! My friend is a bit excited," that's an understatement, "If you need any help, we are in room 474. Which room are you in?"

"476," Both of their jaws dropped.

"No way, that's like the forbidden room! Who did you have to have to kill to get it?!

"No one!" I gasped, was that room really that big of a deal?

"I'm kidding, but I've heard that it has a walk in wardrobe, Jacuzzi and a 180˚ view of the school! You are so lucky!" Marlee squealed, "hey, after you've finished packing, come into our room before dinner. We can help you with classes and all the latest gossip."

"Thanks!" I said, maybe the mission wouldn't be that bad after all, considering I wouldn't be the anti social loner.

After the girls headed back into their dorm, I finally got to my room. I could now tell why Marlee and Eadlyn were so shocked.

The room was amazing; it had a perfect 180˚ viewing window that was tinted on the outside and a cozy interior. The bathroom had an enormous bathtub, Jacuzzi and a waterfall shower. A big bed had been pushed against the wall and opposite it, lay a massive flat screen TV.

I could definitely live here for the rest of my life.

Dumping my bags in the entrance hall, I walked over to the walk in closet.

One side had been stocked with clothes, and the other was packed to the brim with gadgets and weapons. This is what I'm talking about.

Now it was time to start unpacking, but before I could do that, I had to set up the security system. Grabbing three mini cameras from my satchel, I hid one in the ceiling lights, one halfway under the fruit bowl and the other one on top of the vanity. I then placed one magnetic door alarm behind the front door, a glass break and shock sensor on both the windows and door and a smoke sensor in the kitchen.

Done. No burglar would stand a chance. Satisfied, I finished unloading the rest of my luggage before changing into something more comfortable. Once the room looked more like home, I locked up and headed towards Marlee's room.

Knock. Knock

Eadlyn appeared at the door with frazzled hair and a lopsided grin, "You made it! Come on in. MARLEE GET THE KETTLE GOING!" she yelled over her shoulder.

"No, no! It's ok, I don't want to cause to much trouble," I insisted, feeling a bit guilty.

"Oh shut up! Are you coming in?" Before I could reply, a hand shot out from under Eadlyn's arm and grabbed my hand, pulling me in.

"WOAH!" Their room was so bubbly and bright. Colorful bed linens, spotty curtains, bold paintings and streamers everywhere, "Is your room usually like this?"

Marlee and Eadlyn grinned, "yup!"

"Its so cool! Anyways, do you think you could help with all the school stuff?" Like rooms and people?" I asked, even though I knew the school from top to bottom, I still needed some info about Maxon and the people close to him.

"That's basically why you came," Marlee giggled, "Ok, I'm assuming you've met vice principle Whitaker already right?" That would be Georgia, "Yeah, well she's rude, don't get on her bad side. The principal is Clarkson Schreave and his son is Maxon Schreave, the high school jock...and playboy! He has a new girl EVERY single week. Although his on and off girlfriend is Celeste Newsome, the schools mean girl and model."

"She's a bitch, you don't want to ever get near her, unless you want to die from her perfume fumes! It reeks. Maxon is also my brother...sadly. But don't worry about him; there are plenty of other guys here that you can date. But you can't have Eikko Koskinen or Carter Woodwork. Eikko's mine and Carter is Marlee's boyfriend. Let's move on to cliques," Eadlyn started.

"Eadlyn and I made a list for you," Marlee said, thrusting a piece of paper into my hand.

Lets see...

Mean girls: Celeste Newsome, Bariel Pratt, Tuesday Keeper and Fiona Castley

Nice girls: Kriss Ambers, Elise Whisks, Natalie Luca, Tiny Lee and Anna Farmer

Jocks: Maxon Schreave, Aspen leger, Carter Woodwork and Eikko Koskinen

Nice nice guys: Avery, Markson, Henri Jaakoppi, Hale Garner, Ean Cables and Fox Wesley

Your friends: Marlee tames and Eadlyn Schreave

So basically... Maxon was the Principals son, the school's womanizing jock and Eadlyn's brother. I was going to have to dig deeper...later.

"Hey! Would you look at the time! Its nearly dinner, America do you have you school uniform?" Eadlyn clapped, hoisting herself off the floor.

"Yeah, I think it's on my bed."

"Well get changed and we'll meet you outside the lift," Marlee said, dragging out the door, "then we can bring you to the dining hall earlier."

"Cool," I slowly closed the door behind me, "Bye!"

"BYE! See you in 5 minutes!" They yelled as the door slammed shut.

Suddenly, I felt something hard collide into me, a person.

"Hey!" I looked up and inwardly gasped. The guy in front of me was gorgeous, smoldering brown eyes, tousled blond hair and chiseled features. He looked like...no...it couldn't be. Then it hit me.

Maxon.

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