A To Be One Fan Fic... Kinda.

Chapter 1

I Cassidy Davis, 14 yeas old, am starting 8th grade in a hell house...

      I transfered school over the summer, so now I'm with my step-dad who coaches the 8th grade boys sports teams. This school? filled with sluts, whore, cliques, and popular girls willing to kill each other to be the best; some girls they aight, but others not so much. Three months ago I was living the life! Captin of my dance team, in N.J.H.S, C2, and top band. My old school was perfect, I wasn't popular but most people knew me. Now I'm living in San Diego and sometimes go to Los Angeles to stay with my older brothers, Corbin who is 14 but older than me by 8th months, and Cameron who is 17, also my real mom. My family is spread out and I am not able to live with them but we still love eachother all the same.

Back to reality. I'm sitting by myself in U.S History which is my first class of the day. No one seems to notice me, obviously since I'm the new girl, so I just put in my earbuds and sing to myself

Me and My Girls by Fifth Harmony

"And we play our favorite songs

As we scream out all night long

Like oooo oo ohh

When it's just me and my girls."

Just then I'm looking down and I see pink nail polish "Um yeah, excuse me new girl? yeah hi. I know you are new here but that's my spot, so get out." I look up to see this girl in a crop top, skinny jeans, and flats. "um yeah, sorry." is all I can think of saying, as I get up to go find another spot near the window. "Hey babes!" I hear the girl says as three gorgeous boys walk in. "Um Caorline. None of us are dating so yeah bye." the shortest guy says as they come find a seat around me.

"Hey I'm Louis." He says to me holding out his hand, "I'm Mikey." The tallest guy says as I shake their hands "And I'm Jason." The last guy says. "Hi I'm Cassidy, but my friends call me Cass." "Well. Are we friends?" Mikey asks with a wink "That Mikey. May be a spot ya'll have to earn." I tell them winking back. By the way, yes I say ya'll don't judge me. The boys turn to look at each other then they nod in agreement. "Challenge accepted." Jason answers sounding pretty confident. Just then a teacher walks in "Welcome to 8th grade Amercian History I'm Mr. Day." For the next 45 minutes we talk about expectations and procedures. We also go over a project we'll be starting; Mr. Day breaks us up into groups of two, Mikey Jason, me and Louis.