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Chapter Three

Hey everyone! I Hope you enjoyed this chapter! A picture of Jonathan, or Jonah, I'm starting to like Jonah, but anyways a pic of him to the side>>>> so cute:)

I stand in front of the long white steps of the new private academy I'll be attending. Aunt Mel has been courteous enough to go with me so she can enroll me and such. Jonathan is back at school at NYU, and it still bothers me that I didn't know he was living with Scar and Mel. Scarlett does home school so she can model and work through her own schedule, which is nice, but I need something to keep me attained to, which is school. We walk up to the big chestnut doors and and Mel takes a right, as if she knows where to go. I see kids look at me, probably wondering if I'm new, and I feel a bit self conscience. I don't like having a whole lot of attention, and I feel that now that my sister is pretty well-known, some people may recognize me as her. That is why my goal is to lay low, and just finish the rest of the semester. Mel finds the administration office and she walks straight up to the counter. She tells me to take a seat and I oblige, not wanting to deal with her anyways. I look around, and I can automatically tell by the look of things, that this is a prestigious academy. I can already guess how people are around here, the pretty elites. Scarlett must be used to these people by now, but me? Oh no, not at all. Mel follows a man into an office and I start to get bored. I keep hearing clicking sounds and I look to my left to see a boy with curly brown hair, clicking his pen rapidly. I try to ignore it and tune him out, but he seems to not stop.

"Hey, can you not?" I point at his pen.

He looks up sheepishly at me, "Oh sorry girl, I'm just nervous,"

"Why?"

"Are you new here?"

I nod, "I'm enrolling, that's if I get in," I shrug.

"Oh, if you have money, you're a shoe-in, or if you're really smart and you get a scholarship, I didn't mean that first part, if that offended you... but by the looks of what you're wearing, you got money," he smiles.

"I technically don't have money,"

"Yeah, yeah, you're parents do," he smiles, and I fidget in my seat, "You know, you're the first that hasn't bragged about how rich they are, even though none of these fuckers are rich; they're parents are," he laughs, as do I. "I'm Nicolo," he reaches his hand out, which I accept. Nicolo has a head of curly brown hair, and a pretty smile, it's cute, with a face that looks like a little boy, but it's cute.

"I'm Alexandria, but you can call me Ria," I smile.

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"So let me see your schedule," Nicolo says. It wasn't much of a shock that Aunt Mel got me in, just like what Nicolo said, 'if you have money you're a shoe-in'. I handed him my schedule as he viewed it over, "Mhm hm, I see," I look at him, wondering what that's supposed to mean, "Okay you have 1st, 4th, and 5th period with me, also lunch," he smiles.

"Great," I say, looking at my schedule, and 1st hour is P.E... We walk to the gym and my nerves begin to settle down because p.e isn't such a bad class, considering I was in cheer at my old school, so I'm pretty sure I'll be able to keep up. Nicolo opens the door for me, as I thank him, walking into the sweaty gym. People are already settled all over the bleachers, and I don't know what to expect, "So what do we do?"

"We run three miles, then we work our abs," he says, but by the look on my face he starts laughing, swinging his arm around me, "I'm joking, we mostly talk, boys show off their b-ball skills, and sluts show off how great their ass looks in two times too small shorts," he winks. I like Nicolo already, he reminds me of my best bud at home, Drew.

"That sounds like heaven," I joke.

"Oh it is..." he says, guiding me toward the bleachers. I get some strange looks from people around me, and some I get some lustful ones from horny teenage boys. I shudder at both.