Ally's POV *(Cassidys Aunt)*
"CASSIDY!!!!!" I scream up the stairs even though the sea of boxes blocked the way. "Where the HELL are you?" I ask her, and she bounces up from the middle of the boxes, knocking them over.
"Right here, mom." Cassidy mocked me. Heh.
"First day....sooooo..." I paused to see her grey eyes darken even more. "Hehe, whatcha gonna wear?" I singsonged in her ear. I danced around her so she couldn't reach me. But I grabbed her hand and pulled her into my closet. Even though I know what she is gonna wear. A t shirt with bvb on it and bracelets covering her arms up wayyyyyy too far. And skinny jeans with converse. What else? She puts it all on, drooling over Andy, and Ronnie, and pushing her bracelets on. Doing her make up like always. Eyeliner and that's it. On her bottom lid. No where else.
"I am reeeeeaaaaaadddddyyyyyyyyy?!?!?" Cassidy broke through my thoughts.
"Okay." I said grabbing my keys and off we went.
Cassidy's POV
Ally and I walked into the building to see kids milling around everywhere. I mean "hello, stereotypical teens." Ally and I walked into the office and she got me all signed up while the secretaries printed off my schedule.
"Thank you, love." Ally said, drawling out her country accent. Ha.
"I will see you after work." Ally kissed my forehead and walked out of the school.
"Bye to you to." I called. Ha.
The secretary showed me where my locker was and she literally pushed me into my first class. The whole class and the teacher looked at me. I blushed as the teacher introduced himself. He teaches communication arts class.
"Hello." I said blushing. "We are gonna get along fine." I told him. I brushed my hair back out of my eyes before shaking his hand.
Mr. Shackire smiled and asked me my name.
"Cassidy." I said finally looking at the class. Holy crap. Yeah totally stereotypical teens. Cheerleaders in one side. Trying to show off their nonexistent cleavage and they gave me a death glare, the jocks were behind the cheerleaders, the nerds were directly in the front. But one stuck out. A boy sat in the very back, in the corner. He had his hood pulled over his face like he was sleeping but he was slightly jamming to unseen headphones. I smiled.
"Cassidy." Mr. Shackire called me. "Why don't you find a seat and sit down?" I laughed with him and made my way to the back. I wanted to get to know this kid. But as I passed the cheerleaders a fake blond stuck her foot out. Several things happened at once. I fell. A Quarterback looking tall jock caught me. Mr. Shackire didn't see anything. And the boy in the back looked at me and his eyes met mine. He glared at me then put his head on his desk. I gasped. It was a look full of hate.
"Hey babe." The dumbass jock laughed as he pulled me face first into his chest. I loosened my arms from around him and punched him right in his jaw. He let go of me and fell back. I got off of him, and sat next to the boy. I looked ahead, and ignored the taunts from the jocks. And the cheerleaders glaring at me. Hah.
I pulled my hair in front of my face and pulled my iPhone out. I plugged my headphones in using my hair to cover them up. I blared "Game Over" by Falling in Reverse. I looked as Mr. Shackire wrote words all over the board.
I just realized how cold it was. I started shivering when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Hoping it was the boy I turned.
