Mistakes (Jake Webber Fanfic.) ON HIATUS

New School

My name is Jessica Brock. My mother is Lilian Brock. (I know, in the last book her name was y/n, but for the sake of the story, I named her Lilian.) My father is Colby Brock. I have a twin brother too, Dean Brock. Dean and I are attending our first year of high school. We live in Colorado. The only difference from us and others is that we have powers. See, Dean and I, we are shiftier/vampire/werewolf/witches. Yes, I know it's a mouthful.

Most people just call us Quads, meaning four, which is a lot shorter than explaining everything. Quads are very rare. We attend a magic school known as Berkeley High. It is hidden among trees. Elementary and middle are built in together but once you reach high school, you're moved to a different campus. Berkeley is an acronym for "Bringing Everyone with Reluctant Knavishes from Everywhere to Learn the Extravagant Young beauty of our own selves". (That took me 30 minutes, appreciate it.)

Which is exactly why people just call it "Berkeley". Some people we won't even know because another magic school in Kansas caught on fire and most people are moving here because it was closer to them. There is a magic school hidden in each state, just very hard to find. I could my dad yell from downstairs.

"Are you ready Jess? Dean is waiting for you, you wouldn't wanna be late for your first day of high school."

"Yeah dad, I'll be down in a second."

I ran down the stairs and Dean was sitting at the bottom.

"Ready Jess?"

"Yeah, you?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Love you dad." Dean and I say in unison.

We walked out the door and started the walk to Berkeley. I started to talk to Dean, like any other day.

"You excited to go to Berkeley?"

"I don't know if 'Excited' is the word I would use."

"Same with me. more like nervous, or anxious."

I tripped over a root and caught myself with my powers hovering directly over the ground, my face an inch from it.

"Close call, huh?" Dean said.

"Yeah I guess."

I stood up and I moved my black hair from around my face.

"I still can't believe you dyed your hair black." Dean said because was still getting used to it.

"People thought we looked so much alike, it started to get annoying."

"So?"

"If a guy liked me because he thought I had cute hair and a cute smile, it would immediately become bad because we looked almost identical aside from the fact that I have long hair and your's is shorter." You said, trying to explain the best you could.

"If a guy even thinks about liking you, I'll kill them." Dean said protectively.

"Dean, calm down, don't catch a tree on fire again."

"That was called 'being a good big brother'." Dean said confidently.

"The poor boy was just giving me a cupcake for Merlin's sake." You were trying to reason with him but it wasn't working.

I seen Berkeley in the distance and pointed to it.

"Dean, it's right there."

"Here we go."

I walked up with Dean and opened the doors. Everyone was gathered in the gym. No one had received their schedules yet, everyone gets them in first period. Teachers were lined up with class rosters. The intercom came on.

Intercom: The teachers will now be calling names for homerooms, after the teacher has called your name, stand in line with them so no one gets lost.

The first teacher to step up and call students was a young man with black slick back hair.

Teacher: In my class we have: Jake Webber, Corbin Reinhardt, and Frank Gioia from Cadelott.

Cadelott was the school that burned down in Kansas. The three boys moved from the crowd and joined the line. The first one had brown hair and brown eyes. The next was a little shorter than the first. He also had brown hair and brown eyes, but, his hair and eyes were a lighter brown. Dean whispered in my ear a warning.

Dean: Classic Fuckboys, stay far away.

You rolled your eyes at Dean. The last boy that was called walked up. He was the odd one out and he had vibrant blue hair with lip piercings. He seemed like the kind of person I would hang out with. Just by the way he looked at the other two, I could tell he didn't like them very much. The teacher kept calling names, but I had lost interest. Until he said:

Teacher: Jessica Brock and Dean Brock.

Dean: That's us.

Dean and I walked up to the back of the line.

Teacher: Lets go!

We walked down a series of hallways. Until, we entered a door with a book engraved on it. Everyone lined up at the back of the classroom to be seated. The girl beside me started talking to me.

Girl: Looks like you have a admirer.

She gestured to the guy with dark brown hair and eyes and to the guy with light brown eyes and hair. They were staring at me, smirking. The one with dark brown hair whispered something to the one with light brown hair. (I know that this is confusing and repetitive, but soon, you'll know their names, just hang in there.)

Teacher: Now for the year-round seating chart.

He went around the tables that seated three people. Everyone left with others, but me, I was the last in the back of the line. I looked around to see the others I would have to sit with. It was them. Of course.