Catalina walked into the school wearing her normal attire, an extremely over-sized grey sweater from her Fat Cat days along with jeans and simply black boots. Her raven colored hair was pulled into a side braid with a beanie, that was the same color gray as her sweater, placed over it. The neutral colors along with the big sweater that seemed to swallow her whole helped her to fit in. As she came up to her locker she opened it and a bunch of paperclips fell out. She heard people snickering but she simply kept her head down as she pulled her books out. Cat shut her locker quickly as people lost interest in her and she became invisible once again. Cat scurried away from her lockers making her way towards her class all the way on the other end of the building.

"Better get going, wouldn't want to tarnish your perfect record by being late." The voice made Alison as she ran a brush through her hair as she glanced at her brother's smirking face. She just set the brush down and picked up her bag. After making sure everything was there she slipped past him and walked down the stairs and headed towards the door. She could hear him following behind her. "Are you going to grace us with your presence today?" She asked blankly, watching as Alastair swung leg over his motorcycle and shrugged on his leather jacket. His smirk widened. "But of course! I wouldn't dare take away the opportunity to be around moi!" With that he snickered and kicked his bike to life before turning to face his little sister. "How about it sis, wanna ride?" Alison just rolled her eyes as she turned and began walking down the sidewalk. "Ride on that? With you? I'd rather poke my eyes out with sporks." "Suit yourself!" He called as he roared off down the road. A smile stretched across his face. Ah, she was so fun to mess with. Alison sighed. Why her brother couldn't be normal for once was beyond her. Several minutes later she arrived at school. She ignored the looks and whispers as she resolutely walked towards her locker. She didn't bother trying to figure out what they were saying, she knew what it was. Apparently the student body claimed that she thought she was better than them by never really hanging out with them. But it wasn't her fault that she prefered studying and readying to human company. They thought that she thought that she was too good for them. But let them talk. It was all just words anyway. Their opinion didn't matter. At least that's what she tried to tell herself anyway. With a sigh she collected her books from her locker and began marching towards her class. Suddenly, a foot extended and Alison tumbled to the floor as her glasses flew off her face and landed somewhere unknown. Snickers echoed around her and her cheeks flamed as she fumbled around trying to locate her glasses. She eventually found them, perched them back onto her nose with a sigh of relief that they hadn't been stepped on, then gathered up her books and hurried to class.

"Vessa! Vessa!" was all the redhead heard as she entered the school. Her groaned in her head and she put on her best fake smile. "Hey, Candi; hey, Trixi." The two girls bounced over to her, their high heels clacking as they swayed over to her. Trixi and Candi were a special pair. Trixi, a closet lesbian, was in love with Candi, a desperate and pathetic girl. How Vessa knew this? Trixi got drunk and spilled the metaphorical "beans". Candi being desperate was just an observation by the way she threw herself at anything with a pulse and a pretty face. Trixi said in her usual sassy voice "we've been waiting for you!" Candi nodded her bubbly blonde head and added "we almost, like, went to your locker by ourselves. So embarrassing!" Vessa did a mental eyeroll. "You two are idiots. I was just getting ready!" Trixi and Candi flushed in embarrassment and lowered their gaze to scan her outfit. Vessa wore a tight, dark blue halter top; a black leather jacket; a black pair of designer skinny jeans; and a pair of stiletto heels. She hated heels and designer clothing, but it made her "friends" happy. Vessa smirked and pushed past the Airhead Twins and walked over to her locker, swaying her hips as she moved. The twins were on either side of her as they walked, but Vessa just wanted them to go away. She noticed a girl open her locker and paperclips falling out. Vessa grew angry at the kids giggling at the expense of the girl, her face growing red. When the girl walked away, Vessa turned to the kids that watched the girl and said in a loud voice "hey! Who did this?" Everyone went silent and stared at the group of guys. She slowly walked over to them, the girls smirking at the fact that Vessa was about to throw a fit and the gossip they'll get from it. "Are you deaf? I said, who did it?" Vessa shouted. One of the guys Rose their hands and she smirked viciously. "Remember, Handsy. I've got some good dirt on you and a lot of people say I've got a pretty big mouth. Kind of like you, with your constant need to... touch." Vessa smiled like the Chesire cat. She flipped her long, red hair and sashayed to class.

As she walked away Cat heard someone stick up for her, she didn't look back to see who it was. She just knew that it was a first time for her. Like ever. No one stood up for Fat Cat. She may not be fat anymore but she still was Fat Cat in the eyes of some people who made it there goal to make her life hell on occasion, like when they remembered she existed. Cat looked down trying to avoid any stares of people, but maybe she should have payed attention because she ran right into the one person you never cross at the school. It was the one and only Highschool Bad Boy, Alastair. Cat ran right into him dropping her books with papers flying out of the books. She quickly bent down and picked her stuff up before looking up and seeing who she ran into. Her blue eyes widened in fear as she opened her mouth to apologize but no words came out. All she did was stayed crouched, frozen in her spot with her eyes wide with fear and her mouth open like a gaping idiot.

Hunter swung the doors of the school open with his bag slung over one shoulder. He winked as he passed a group of girls and smirked to him self when they blushed and smiled. A group of girls walked up to him. "Hey, Hunter." One with a shirt that was cut to low, not that he minded. He just nodded in their direction allowing them to do the speaking. "We were just wondering if you wanted to walk to class with us?" They all nodded enthusiastically, leaning in a little closer to make sure he didn't just walk away. Hunter Ran a hand through his hair and smiled at the group. "Sorry girls, I have some stuff to do before class. But don't get to upset, Maybe some other day." He winked and they all nodded hustling off whispering excitedly. Hunter finally reached his locker and chuckled to himself. He shoved his stuff in his locker leaving only the books he needed in his bag before slamming the locker shut and heading towards class. He winked at the girls and nodded at the guys as he passed taking all of the attention in stride before reaching his class.

James yawned as he entered the school, trying to ignore the people around him. He casually stepped on the foot of someone who tried to trip him, learning from experience how to get past those who tried to pick on him. It was the same process every day, and he was actually quite bored of it. As he made it to his locker, he thought in his head, 'Three, two, one...' He then took a step to the side to avoid someone trying to push him as they walked past, causing their hand to meet the locker, before he opened the locker, grabbed his books, and shut it before he started walking to class. He took his usual seat, and glanced over at the seat next to him, noticing that one of the few people he actually enjoyed talking to, Alison, had yet to arrive. He sighed and just glanced around at the others who were there, before opening the manga he had with him.

Alastair had been texting one of his friends when something collided with him. He only stumbled back slightly before quickly regaining his balance, turning acid green eyes downward to see what it was that had run into him. A girl crouched there and though she looked slightly familiar to him he chalked it up to having seen her around school. He scowled at her as he stooped to pick up the phone he had dropped in his surprise. He examined the screen, mumbling curses to himself. Luckily the phone received no damage. He then looked back down at the girl, scowl still firmly fixed on his features. "Why don't you watch where you're going?" He snapped as he brushed past her, even going so far as to step on one of the papers that had fallen from her things. He then continued down the hallway without looking back at her, smirking as some girls he passed as they giggled and batted their eyes flirtatious at him. Alison frowned as she hurried over to Cat and dropped down next to and began gathering her things together. Once she was done she smiled at the other girl as she held out the papers. "I'm so sorry about my brother. He can be a real jerk sometimes." She said, throwing a scowl over her shoulder at Alastair's retreating back. She then smiled at Cat as she turned back to and climbed to her feet, holding a hand out to the other girl. "Anyway, are you okay? Need me to take you to the nurse?"

Vessa looked up and saw an arrogant jock walk into the class, her eyes rolling. Trixi and Candi giggled and bat their eyelashes almost in synq. She, on the other hand, ignored his existance. She looked out the door and saw Alistair pass, again her eyes rolling. She hated arrogant, popular jocks and "bad boys". They all just wanted the same things all men wanted from her: money, popularity, and sex. That was all. She looked over at Trixi and Candi, almost wishing she could be anywhere else. They were idiots and sluts in every sense of the word, but Vessa was the star girl at this school. She did not have a single rumor about her sex life. In fact, no one heard of her dating anyone, making her even more desirable. It is hell. That was all Vessa could think of in the situation.

Hunter skimmed the class and winked at two girls in his class who were giggling and batting their eyelashes flirtatiously. He was loving all the attention, like always, and couldn't wait till lunch. He looked around the boring white walls of the class room. They should really make class rooms more interesting, Maybe I could pay more attention to it rather than the girls in my class. He chuckled at his own thought knowing that would never happen. He noticed Vessa and walked over taking a seat on the desk in front of her. "Sup Vessa?" He looked her up and down and half smirking half smiling at the pretty girl sitting in front of him.

Vessa's eyebrow rose slightly and she smiled politely. "Hello, Hunter. Which one are you here for? Trixi or Candi?" Trixi and Candi gasped slightly as if they were insulted, but Vessa shrugged and they also shrugged, going back to batting her eyelashes at Hunter. Vessa rolled her eyes and looked back at Hunter with a shrug. She knew his arrogance, but she wasn't going to say anything until he did.

Cat winced as he snapped and scowled at her before stomping away. She watched as he walked away purposely stepping on one of her papers, which happened to be her drawing due today in drawing. A foot print was left in the middle of the paper. She sighed and began collecting her stuff when someone came over and helped her. The girl handed Cat the papers as she apologized for her brother, meaning this kind girl was the brother of the badboy. Cat nodded in gratuity as she took the other girl's hand and got up. "N-n-no. I'm f-fine... Thank y-you." Cat said barely loud enough for the girl to hear as she looked down at her feet. She didn't want to be rude and leave but she really didn't want to stand here much longer.

Hunter chuckled and grinned cheekily at the three. "Why must you make me out to be so horrible Vessa. I am deeply hurt." He mocked a hurt expression an looked directly into Vessa's eyes, hoping to get a reaction out of her. She was one of a few girls who didn't seem to want him and it bugged him. He didn't like her, oh no, that wasn't the issue. The problem was her lack of interest. Hunter's goal since they had stared 'talking' was to get her attention, If he got her attention then the more attention he would have from others, though he would never admit that, it's not like he really needed anymore attention. He just wanted it.

Vessa rolled her eyes and said "like you're the golden boy." She looked up at him and smirked slightly. "Your charm is annoying." Trixi slapped Vessa's arm and she glared at Trixi. Vessa was annoyed by the males here. They were all the same, every single one of them. Well, besides one but she would never speak of it. In fact, she probably wasn't going to date until after Highschool, which she was very close to. She smiled too sweetly at the jock in front of her. "Though, wouldn't you just love for me to fall for your charm." She batted her eyelashes, but in more of a snarky way.

Hunter chuckled and leaned in close to Vessa, now just inches from her face. "How could a beautiful girl like you not fall for a handsome guy like me?" Hunter purred and looked straight into her eyes. His lips curled up in to a smile refusing to move away from her. His eye quickly moved to look at her friends beside her smiling wider when he saw their eyes widen at him before returning his attention quickly to Vessa.

Vessa smirked in a careless manner. "Because I know what your intentions are? Also, you're just not that attractive." She gave him one final flick of her eyebrow before looking at her nails, but she could hear the audible gasp of the two girls next to her. "Vessa! What are you talking about?! He's smoking!" Vessa glanced at Hunter with an uninterested glance and shrugged. "Sorry, I don't see it." The two girls next to her looked at Hunter for a moment before visual agreement fell onto their face. They were just sheep, as were all the students that went here. She smirked at Hunter. "Now, would you like the other girls thinking the same thing? Because if these two were that easily influenced, imagine what the entire school would think if gossip spread."