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Chapter One// Some Pretty Little Liars freak

"Hey guys, It's another Thursday video with me, Andrea Thompson,"

And that's how my life began. I'm joking, I mean it's how my life really started but let's rewind a little before that.

2 months earlier:

"Get out the way, loser!"
"Oh my gosh, have you seen Garret Philip?"
"Are you coming to further maths on Tuesday?"
"That freak just touched me, ew,"

Voices buzzed through the busy hallways. The 'mean girls' strutting their ways though the direct middle of the hustle, the jocks teasing the nerds, the nerds teasing the nerds, the losers doing, well, whatever they do, and me? Hiding, hiding from everyone, why? Because I can and I will. Nothing in the world (not even tickets for 5sos) could bribe me to even mutter a hello to anyone at my school, partly because they were all out and out idiots.

"Hey, Andy, wait,"

Did I say all idiots? Well we all make mistakes, I meant all except one. That one being Hunter Grayson Collins. He most definitely wasn't an idiot, he was a stuck up, rude, idiot. The worst kind.

"Hunter." I said, not even bothering to hide my lack of enthusiasm. Hunter Travis was my next door neighbour, and supposedly a family friend.

"Why the long face, A?" He asked, smirking at the nickname he'd been giving me since the beginning of middle school.

"How many times Hunter? It's Andy or Andrea, not 'A', you make me sound like some Pretty Little Liars freak,"

"Wow, okay, I can see someone's in a mood,"

"What's new," Hunter added, smirking before turning in his heel and walking away.

Hunter was the school Lacrosse star, the dashingly handsome boy with angel like features, every boy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to do him. He was like the 5sos of the school, Calum, Ashton, Luke and Michael all in one person. According to everyone but me. I didn't fall for his smile or his vibrant green eyes. His 'adorable' laugh didn't strike me as such, and I certainly wasn't captivated by his exotic Canadian accent, he just wasn't my type.

I pulled the hood of my jacket over my head and headed out into the typical British weather (rain) and to my next lesson, Chemistry. Not a favourite but tolerable I suppose. I groaned as my grey keds (oh fancy) sloshed a great deal of water around in them.

"Miss Thompson?" The teacher called out from the register as I entered the classroom in a hurry, dammit. Late again thanks to Hunter.

"Yes sir," i replied, sitting down and getting my books out.

"So we have a new student here today. Everybody, this is Caspar Dalton, he's all the way from Texas," Mr Anderson droned as a tall boy (5'9) stepped into the classroom. I froze, slightly taken aback. He had a head of loose blonde curls and bright blue eyes, his jawline looked like it could have been one of my cooking knives and he was wearing a tie dye bandana with his all black outfit. Wow.

Caspar did a short nod to the class and everyone looked to the only empty space in the room, right next to yours truly, Andrea Thompson.

"You can sit next to Andrea," Mr Anderson said, pointing to me as I kept my head down to avoid any A.E.C (awkward eye contact). Caspar sat down next to me, putting his bag under the table and turning to face the front.

He didn't have a chemistry book yet so he fumbled with his pen before turning to me.

"So this is Chemistry with Mr Anderson?" He said quizzically, unsure of his statement.

"Yea, do you know where you are for last period?" I asked, noting that Caspar hadn't been at Rosewood High long enough for him to be infected by the annoyingness disease. AKA, he was definitely a possible friend candidate.

"I think I have English grammar," he groaned getting out a timetable, I decided that what I was about to do would possibly be the nicest thing I'd ever done, brave yourself.

"Well I have geography which is in that block so I could walk you I you wanted," Round of applause for the Andreas compassion club. Casper's face lit up with a genuinely beautiful smile, nodding eagerly as we turned to face the front as Mr Anderson was already half way through explaining ionic bonding.

"So, it's is a type of chemical bond that involves the electrostatic attraction between oppositely charged ions, do you get that part?" I asked Caspar explaining the diagram that was printed in the IGCSE Chemistry text book. (A little bit of science there for you).

"I think so and the ions represent atoms that have lost one or more electrons," he added slowly.

"Yes! You've got it," I smiled as the clock struck half two and everyone packed their bags.

I picked up my bag and exited the room waiting around for Caspar while he talked to Mr Anderson.