Chapter 1

(ps: If I don't write who's pov it is, then it's Olivia's. If it's another person's pov, I'll mention it. )

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

My alarm didn't go off. The driver is waiting for me downstairs. I should've been in the car twenty minutes ago. And I'm still in bed.

I can't believe I'm this dumb. I never miss a day of school. I never come late to school. What will the teachers say of me? Will I get detention? They will be so disappointed.

I quickly get out of bed, and before rushing into the toilet, someone knocks on my door.

"Come in!!!" The sweet maid, Natalie, enters my room and looks at me confused, not like I'm about to miss the first period.

"Why are you in a rush, honey?"

"Natalie!! I'm going to be late to school, for God's sake."

"School? It's still 7 50 in the morning, dear."

"Yeah, exactly. I have ten minutes to be ready. Miss Jordan is going to be so mad."

"Olivia, what do you mean? Miss Jordan is in your old school. You still have at least two hours to arrive at Campbell's Academy, and even so, today, you won't be attending any classes."

I stop in my tracks for a second. Oh wait, I forgot about that part. Of course, I got kicked out of my old school just because of a tiny little accident. I was just a bit mad. To be fair, any angry person would set the school on fire because of their ex-boyfriend right? It's not my fault I decided to try a cigarette and threw it in the bin while it was still light up. I had no idea it could cause damage.

"Miss Olivia, are you still with me?"

Natalie's voice snaps me out of my thoughts, and I look at her with a smile.

"Yeah, and thanks for reminding me about the... school thing. I was still a bit confused."

"No worries, dear. I hope this new school treats you better."

She offers me a smile before heading back downstairs.

It's weird to change schools in the middle of the year. I hope I won't get any weird glares from anyone. But I don't think I will. This school isn't the same as my old school.

Campbell's Academy is full of rich preppy kids that would only give you dirty looks if you're wearing fake brands. Trust me, if any one of them would come to my old school, they would faint.

My parents have always wanted me to attend this school since I was a little kid, but they couldn't put me in a boarding school alone at such a young age.

So I ended up in this average private school full of shitty and fake people.

Now that the opportunity has stricken them, they immediately chose this to be my new school. "You will finally find the right friends for you," says my mum. "No one will ever use you there," says my dad. But really, the only reason they want me there is to brag to their friends about it, not like they have a whole brand they created to brag about. But for some reason, rich parents like to argue about who has the most perfect kid. I have already heard my mum with her friends telling them how I'm going to live in a "palace-like" school that is really expensive and only for rich people. Well, I was a perfect kid until I set the whole school on fire. I broke my perfect attitude by trying the cigarette in the first place, so, yeah, the incident isn't everything that made me look like a failure to them.

They don't even care about how I would feel that far away from home. I mean, I live in California, and I'm going all the way to Florida!! I'm travelling there in my parents' private jet, so I have a five hours plane flight.

After I got ready and finished setting up my stuff, I went downstairs, straight to the kitchen, to get some breakfast. Just as I was about to ask the cook for some pancakes, Natalie called my name to tell me the driver was ready to take me to the airport.

I was desperate for some breakfast right now, so I grabbed a pack of pop tarts before heading out and waving goodbye to Natalie.

Greg was our driver. He's a really quiet person, but we enjoy each other's company. Mostly because I don't treat him like a servant, but more like a father.

I see Natalie and Greg both as parent figures, a job my parents failed to do.

The only other parent figure I had was my aunt, Fiona. She was always there for me. But a few weeks ago she got in a terrible car accident and fell into a coma. Sadly she hasn't woken up from it yet. I remember that I cried for days, and I didn't eat anything. I was so miserable I locked myself in my room.

My parents didn't tell me goodbye or even to have a safe flight. I've learned to accept that and just fill this part of me, longing for them to care about me, with the sweet words of Natalie and Greg.

A few minutes later, we arrived at the airport and headed to my parents' private jet. Greg wished me a safe flight before departing from me, and I step on the plane.

I lay on a random chair, put my headphones on, and before I know it, I fall asleep with the music blasting in my ears.

I wake up a few minutes before the plane lands, my headphones still playing music, and I'm still lying in the same position I was in.

As I got out of the plane, my suitcases were put in a new driver's car. Greg couldn't get on the flight with me. He had to drive my mother to a fashion show.

I stared out the window throughout the drive, admiring the peaceful neighbourhoods in Florida. After about half an hour, I spotted a giant castle that looked straight out of a Disney movie, I kid you not. My mum wasn't that wrong after all when she said it was palace-like.

I can only imagine that all the students there live their lives like royals.

I drag out my bags from the trunk, thank the driver for the drive, and head towards the giant gates of the school.

A feeling of hope sparks in me. Hope for a better year.

I feel like my parents are right. Everyone here is too rich to use me for my money, like my shitty ex. And this year is going to be different.

I'm not that shy and quiet girl who can't stand up for herself anymore. I'm going to be the confident, new, and hopefully cool enough girl who everyone likes.

I smile as I walk through the big doors and head straight to the principal's office to get my timetable and my dorm key.

I knock once, and immediately, the door swings open and reveals a charming lady that looks like she is in her late fifties or something. She greets me with a warm smile and invites me into her office.

Turns out her name was Principal Jordan, just like my old teacher. What a coincidence.

"It's so nice to finally have you in our school, Miss Evans."

"Thank Principal Jordan. I'm also happy that I'm attending your amazing school."

"Oh, thank you, dear. I'm sure you will fit in very fast. I will hand you your timetable and the key to your dorm. The dorms are in the building next to this one. You'll have to pass the campus, and then you will find it. I'll hand you a small map, so you won't get lost. Have a wonderful year Miss Evans."

"Thank you, Miss Jordan, will do."

I take my belongings and the map and head outside to find my way to the dorms.

The principal also told me my suitcases were already being transported to my room, so I didn't have to worry about them.

I walk through the campus for a good ten minutes trying to figure out where the hell is this damn building. That map is no help, and I can't find any building next to the campus that could potentially be the dorm building.

Shortly after, I spot a tall blond boy walking around in the school uniform. I smiled with triumph because I finally found someone who could lead me there.

I approached the person only to be met with gorgeous blue eyes. He looked like the kind of guy that breaks two hearts in a week.

When he saw me get closer, he looked stunned, like he had seen a ghost. And just then, he started to look at me with a weird expression, like he was trying to intimidate me but failed miserably.

"Hey, are you okay? You look like you just choked on some food."

He stared at me with wide eyes and talked to me with a thick French accent. "You're talking to me? Do you know who I am? You can't talk to me. People will think you want to die. Trust me; suicidal people are not given attention here. Plus, you should be scared of me, aren't you scared of me?"

I was trying so hard to take him seriously, but I just burst out laughing in his face.

"You think this is funny, pretty girl? I'm not joking here."

"I'm sorry, it's just; why would people think I want to die if I'm talking to you? And why would I be scared of you?"

I tell him that, trying to keep a straight face.

"Because I'm in THE group, people don't talk to us only if they want a death wish."

"Well, I don't care whatever group you are from, but could you please lead me to the dorm buildings? I'm lost, and I'm new."

"Ohhh, you're the new girl; that explains a lot. Well, sorry for thinking you are suicidal. Here let me lead you to the dorms. And by the way, my name's Alexandre, but don't call me that; it's too French; call me Alex."

"It's nice to meet you, Alex. I'm Olivia."

"Oh my god, I can give you a nickname, like Liv."

"We only just met."

"I don't care. You're my new best friend now."

"Uh, isn't that a bit fast?"

"No, you didn't run when you saw me, and you didn't drool over me. And that's rare. You're like one in a billion. That makes you my best friend. Omg, I have to show you to the group."

"Don't you think I should settle in first?"

"Wait. You're right. I didn't think of that. Well, don't forget to come to the cafeteria for dinner. It starts at 7 pm, see you there. Bye-bye, Liv."

"See you, Al."

He paused a second and contemplated something, then he spoke, "Al, I like that. New nickname unlocked!!"

I laugh at his childlessness and wave him a last goodbye.

Alex and I go opposite ways when we get to the dorm building, and I got the path memorized now.

This Alex guy is a bit weird, but he's a cute and funny guy, and I'm sure he'll grow on me. But there's one thing I don't understand.

Who is his group? And why are they so important?

I put those thoughts aside when I step inside my dorm. It was the most spacious dorm I have ever seen in my life. I got to decorating fast, and by 6 30 pm, I was finished.

I still had half an hour until dinner, so I was wondering what I could do to make time pass. I saw my headphones lying on my new desk, so I got up, got them and plopped down on my bed and put my headphones on. This day is going off to a good start, I suppose.

And this year is surely going to be very interesting.

Here is chapter 1!!!! I spent all night writing it; like rn, it's like 3 am, so I hope it's not too bad, given that I'm half asleep.

Olivia already met Alex!!! You see, he is the baby of the group.

Well, she already got a friend on her first day; that's a good start. But things won't be that easy after all.

And she will soon meet the rest of them.

I don't know how often I'll update it, but not less than once or twice a week.

And given that it's summer, I might update it every day; who knows?

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

(ps: Sorry for the long A/N. They won't be that long usually, but yeah, tell me your thoughts on the story!)

Peace out,

~j :)