Hey y'all, welcome to my new story. 'A dream, A destiny.' This will be amour but with lots of drama that I could think of in this book.

So hope you enjoy reading it and give support.

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Serena POV

Staring at the lumiose School's newest and most lovey-dovey couple exchange spit while I sat opposite them in the booth at Starbucks coffee shop and wished I was somewhere else wasn't the way I wanted to spend my Monday afternoon.

I don't have anything against PDA, but being the third wheel sucks.

Unfortunately, every time my BFF Dawn Berlitz gets a new boyfriend. Which happens more often than you would believe. A third wheel is exactly what I become.

Just the annoying tagger-on who wants to go home but can't because her best friend doesn't want her first date with her 'Mr. Right' to be awkward. Yeah right.

Dawn throws all her morals out of the front door when she hooks up with a new guy. Most of the time, she's so busy with 'Mr. Right' that she doesn't even notice that I'm there, glancing at my watch every five seconds and wolfing down cold fries, cold pizza or cold burgers. Depending on where we're eating that day.

Feel free to disagree with me, but if I want to see two teens make out in Vanville, I'll go home and watch 'Pretty little liars'.

So that's why when my Teacher, Mrs. Viola, asked me to deliver homework to a kid who hadn't bothered to turn up for school today, I jumped at the chance.

She approached me as I was being buffeted out of my last class of the day by students who apparently just couldn't wait to rush out into the cold, her arms filled with a bundle of files.

"Serena, may I have a quick word?" she asked. Starting with my original name. Her calf lengthen green short swirling around her ankles as she stopped in front of me.

"Sure," I replied with trepidation which is a feeling of fear or anxiety.

My eyes sweeping the hall for an escape route. When Mrs. Viola wanted a word, it usually meant that a lecture was at hand. Unfortunately, all I saw was Dawn and my other best friend, Lillie, lurking behind a pillar.

Dawn was frowning at me.

Uh oh, I don't like that look she's given me.

I shrugged slightly in Dawn's direction, hoping that Mrs. Viola didn't see. It wasn't my fault!

"Okay, these are all homework files of students who didn't show up today," Mrs. Viola said as she rested her back against the wall, holding up the files.

"Oh," I respond, wondering what that had to do with me. I had showed up today, hadn't I?

Behind Mrs. Viola, Dawn was tapping her watch on wrist. Looking increasingly irritated. Hiding a smile, Lillie hugged her and took off. Lillie's driver limo came to pick her up at precisely 2.30 pm. The plus side was she didn't have to walk in the rain, but she had never been on a subway train!

Every Vanville resident should go on the subway at least once. That's my opinion. Since Mrs. Viola was leafing through her files, I found a chance to tap my own watch and hold up 5 fingers.

"Five seconds," I mouthed, knowing full well it wouldn't be five seconds.

Mrs. Viola took forever to get to the point, and Dawn knew it. Still, anything that put off the inevitable. In this case, trying not to watch Dawn and her boyfriend have a fun time while trying not to feel like the loser I was.

I was a bonus, in my book.

Five seconds turned into ten, which turned into a minute and Mrs. Viola still hadn't said anything to indicate why she was making me stand here, attracting weird looks from my classmates as they filled the hall. In fact, she hadn't said anything at all, still engrossed in her files. I shifted from one foot to another, scratching the back of my neck with my free hand.

This is getting stupid. I thought, not speaking out of my mouth.

"Uh, Mrs. Viola, I need to-," I started hesitantly, not exactly sure what I had to do but knowing that if she didn't get to the point soon, I would have to leave. Just up and leave without saying anything. She probably wouldn't even notice.

"Here it is," she exclaimed loudly, whipping out a blue file with our school logo emblazoned on the front. She looked up at me, a strand of her blond hair falling into her face. "Serena, can you do me a favour?"

"Um, sure," I replied, crossing my fingers behind my back.

Please don't send me to deliver a message to doctor Brock.

Doctor Brock was a lumiose doctor and he made it a mission to hit on every female student he talked to. Not me by the way because he wouldn't want to test with me.

"This is Ash Ketchum homework file." She squinted at me. "You do know Ash Ketchum, don't you?"

I nodded, resisting the strong urge to roll my eyes to the ceiling. Of course I knew Ash Ketchum. There wasn't a single person who went to this school, from kindergarten to senior year, who didn't know who Ash Ketchum was. He was one of the richest, most popular students around.

"Yes, Mrs. Viola, I know Ash," I said, marveling at my poker face.

Mrs. Viola sighed theatrically, fanning her face with Ash's file by making her blond hair slightly blow.

I understood her relief. I think, but that was a little overdramatic for my taste. "Thank goodness. That makes it so much easier." I was just about to ask 'makes what so much easier' when she told me.

My heart sank down to my brown boots as she spoke. "What I want you to do is deliver Ash's homework."

Ugh. Out of all the friends Ash has, why me? I barely even talk to the guy!

"Miette was supposed to deliver it to him-apparently they have a little something something going on."

She stopped and looked at me expectantly after imparting this little info. I was still trying to get over saying 'a little something something going on' so I just looked as curious as I could and said "Really?"

"Ash called to ask for Miette specifically but she didn't show at my office," Mrs. Viola continued. "You don't mind doing this, do you?"

My mind raced. Spend the afternoon watching Dawn make out or drop off the homework and rush home? Easy choice.

"Sure, I'll do it," I said, taking care to put an eager smile on my face.

At least now I had a valid excuse to blow off Dawn without feeling bad.

Mrs. Viola smiled so widely I almost heard her cheekbone's creak. "Excellent! You're a life saver, Serena!"

I smiled back at her response. banishing those thoughts to the back of my mind. Plenty of time to deal with that when I got home. School and work were my sanctuaries; at least when I was there, I could pretend like everything was alright. I didn't want that to change, because when I got home, it was another story.

"You were my first choice because you're responsible and also, you sit near Ash in Science, don't you?" Mrs. Viola went on.

I nodded yet again, starting to feel like a bobble head doll.

Not like sitting near to Ash meant anything. Heirs of old money like Ash Ketchum didn't talk to commoners on financial aid like me. Not to sound bitter or anything, but I bet if the shoe was on the other foot, Ash probably wouldn't even know who I was, let alone agree to drop off my homework at home.

And him being a typical, he'd probably get lost in my Vanville neighborhood. But my Mum says, 'arceus rewards you for all your good deeds' and she's rarely wrong about anything.

I wondered what my reward for doing this good deed would be, feeling slightly guilty for doing it but unable to stop myself. Maybe a cup of tea in the Ketchum house. That would be a sweet reward, it was cold outside. This reminded me-.

"Where does Ash live?"

Just asking that question made me feel supremely stupid and I stared down at my Brown laced boots, not daring to look up at Mrs. Viola. She had to be laughing at me. As a female member of the student body, it was my duty to know where Ash lived.

All the girls at lumiose adored Ash because he was pretty adorable, I guess, even though he was a bit of a jerk. He was cute, loud and your typical party animal and skirt chaser.

If you know what I am mean.

He mostly dated hot blondes and spent his lunch breaks hanging out under the bleachers with his smoking crew or playing the bass guitar in the music studio.

Unfortunately, he played quite well, which was only more ammo for his flock of fawning fan girls. They thought the fact that the guy played a bit of bass guitar put him on the level of Ed Sheeran.

Sample of an overheard conversation about him: "OMA, he's like, super hawt! And he's like totally in a band, y'know!"

Yeah, our school isn't exempt from its share of girls. Pretty weird, since we're in Kalos region, but whatever.

"He lives on Park Avenue."

Of course. Where else could a moneyed descendant of an importantly famous family live in Kalos? Duh, Sere.

Fishing in her pocket, Mrs. Viola pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to me. Neatly written on it was an address.

"Here's the address," she said. "It's on your way home, so that should be convenient."

"Yeah, well, kind off," I said, stuffing the paper into my red long waistcoat pocket. I was feeling impatient now. This conversation shouldn't be taking this long! It should have been over ages ago.

"How are you doing at home?"

Miss. Viola had a concerned look on her face and I tried my best not to sigh. Not this question again.

A couple of months ago, I had come into school with a mark on my head. Even after I told her that I ran into a door, she wouldn't believe me and contacted my mum to hold a meeting with her.

"Good," I replied, hoping that she wasn't going to press me. "My friend got a job, so that's been better."

She smiled again and I immediately felt my heart tighten with guilt. There I was, feeling defensive when she was asking me, but she was doing it for my own benefit. Still, there were some things I felt like I had to keep to myself.

Mrs. Viola didn't need to know that. 'Don't give until its over' was the motto that I lived by. I was strong. I had to be, to get through every night.

"That's good." To my gratitude, she didn't continue on the subject, instead handing me Ash's file. Finally!

"Okay, here's the file and tell Ash he'd better come in tomorrow unless he's dying. And if he's dying, I want a note from his doctor."

I took the file, holding it under my arm. "Did he say what was wrong?" I asked curiously.

"No," Mrs. Viola said, her voice slightly bitter. "He's a Ketchum. He doesn't need an excuse not to show up at school."

I shrugged. Made sense. His dad was on the school board, after all. Ash was always causing disruptions in the school, but he got so much chances, it was like he owned the place.

Mrs. Viola's thin lips pursed. "I'm sure he just has a hang over. And that homework ought to sober him right up."

Well said.

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Dawn wasn't impressed that I was ditching her to go deliver Ash's homework after I farewelled to my teacher miss Viola.

"No, you have to come with me," she pleaded, clutching on to my arm as we walked to the station, trying not to slip on the frosty sidewalk. "I'm gonna be so nervous alone with him!"

I had to laugh at her. "Dawn, you guys have been alone before! I wasn't there when he asked you out!" I reminded her.

She turned to me, her cheeks reddened by the cold, pouting at me.

"And you should have seen how awkward that was," she said, sighing. "I need you, Serena! You give off a positive vibe!"

She bumped her hip against mine, making me let out a giggle. "Why, thank you! And here I was thinking my vibe was kinda creepy, in a stalkerish way."

I thought that was pretty funny. Which just goes to show that my sense of humor is garbage, but Dawn didn't crack a smile, clutching my arm so tight I had pins and needles.

"Ha-ha. Seriously though, when you're around, my dates go smoother," she said, twirling a lock of her blue long hair around her finger. "And my boyfriends last longer."

I shook my head before she'd even finished her sentence. "Dawn, none of your boyfriends last for a long time! The longest you've had a boyfriend for is a month," I told her, trying to jog her memory. "You're a serial dater."

Dawn gave me a superior look. "Actually, it was a month and two days," she said.

I shrugged in response. Same difference.

"I don't think me not being there will ruin your chances with this one," I said, patting her arm reassuringly.

Even though their first date was off to a pretty bad start. I mean, the guy had asked to meet with Dawn at the subway. Well all of her other boyfriend, as short-lived as they might be, at least had enough class to pick her up by car, but Dawn, even though she was one of the most rich girls I had ever met. She had been on the subway a couple of times but never to meet a guy she was going on a date with.

"Just be yourself. Make eye contact. Smile. Tell him his perfume smells good. You'll have him whipped in no time."

We made our slow, torturous way down the subway station stairs, getting pushed this way and that. Dawn kept a tight hold on me (if that's even possible), her eyes darting from one place to another. She hated the subway, always thought people were about to rob her Gucci purse.

"Why you, though?" she asked suddenly.

"Why me what?" I asked absently, my ears cocked for the announcement of the next train.

"Why do you have to be the one to give Ash his homework? Doesn't he have friends?"

Dawn sulked better and longer than anyone I knew. I looked into her sapphire eyes and knew she wasn't impressed one bit. For some reason, she really thought I was her dating good luck charm.

"They're maybe too busy to do something as 'trivial' as take him his homework," I said musingly. "You know, they're probably partying on a Monday afternoon or something."

Dawn raised her arms in the air, scowling. "Well, he could send his friend to pick it up! You're not his maid!" Noting the looks people were giving her, she shifted closer to me, lowering her voice. "Or did he hire you and you didn't tell me?"

I smiled. It was nice that Dawn was so indignant on my behalf, even though her motives for being indignant were glaringly obvious, but it wasn't enough to change my mind. Tagging along on her dates made me feel pathetic.

If I had a boyfriend, we could double date but guys who wanted to date Serena Yvonne were few and far between.

Nobody at lumiose wanted to date a girl from Vanville and it was probably a good thing. I knew I could never be flirty, pretty Dawn with a multitude of guys dying to date me, or May. my another best friend. whose shy innocence attracted lots of interest, and I was fine with that.

My vice were the sappy romance novels I had stashed under my bed and as soon as I got home, I planned to curl under my blanket and lose myself in someone else's more interesting world. Good times.

But in order to do that, I had to get away from Dawn, which would be harder than you'd think, simply because she refused to be left alone down here. So I was stuck waiting for her 'Mr' Right' of the month, a guy called Paul who was on the varsity football team. Paul was tall, purple, handsome, a good well kisser according to Dawn, even though he's cold too and would put a girl like me to sleep. Unfortunately, Paul was running late.

"I think it's just a nice thing to do," I replied, shrugging. My book bag was so heavy that I felt the strap digging painfully into my shoulder and I shifted it onto my other shoulder, looking around the crowded station for a sign of Paul.

None

"You know what your problem is?" Dawn faced me, her hands on her hips, touching above skirt.

"You're too nice, Serena. You don't get something for nothing. Tell him that, and then tell him to pull out his wallet and pay up." She glanced around the station and leaned in closer to me, a strand of her hair brushing my pale cheek. "I mean, you have to take the subway for him and it's dirty in here."

"its okay. I have to take the subway anyway, remember? I don't have a driver or a limo," I reminded her.

An embarrassed expression flitted across her face, cheeks flushing.

"I'm sorry, I- forgot. It's not that dirty down here, you know. And riding in a limo is overrated," she said hastily.

I couldn't stop a grin from darting on my face. "Its cool, girl."

Looking over Dawn's shoulder, I caught sight of Paul's coming down the stairs. "I gotta go. And Paul's coming."

I hugged Dawn, who immediately began to go into well, wild. "Oh is my hair alright?" she asked in a frantic whisper, patting her perfectly blue hair. "Does my makeup look good?"

I rolled both my eyes, massaging them. Typical Dawn behavior. "You look great," I reassured her. "Just remember what I told you and you'll be fine."

Breathing heavily, Paul came up behind us. "Hey Dawn," he said with a slight cold coming out and sweat trickling down from his forehead, gazing at Dawn as if she was truly 'the one'.

Wait for it, bud. You'll be kicked to the curb just like the rest of 'em.

He spared me a glance. "Hey, Salena."

IT'S SERENA, DUDE!

"Hi, Paul," Dawn and I said in unison, a lovesick smile on Dawn's face as she gazed at him like she too had found her Prince Charming.

Time for me to take my leave.

"I gotta get going, guys," I said, thanking my lucky stars that the train had just pulled up to the platform. "Have fun!"

Dawn gave me one last desperate look as I walked to the train. Before the doors shut, I clearly heard her say wildly, "I love your perfume, Paul! What is it?"

Paul's pleased reply- "David beckham."

Of course.

I smiled as I found a empty seat. For years, I'd been giving Dawn relationship advice. It worked, surprisingly, since I had never had a boyfriend. 17 years old, a couple of dates, playing matchmaker was one of Dawn's hobbies but no boyfriend.

Well, according to the romance books I read, I wasn't alone. Unfortunately for me, in the romance books, the princess found her Prince Charming at the end and lived happily ever after. Not me.

I'd come to the painful conclusion that only a lucky few found their soul mates. My Dad didn't, what made me think I would be so lucky? Of course, I actually don't know if my Dad found a soul mate for sure. He abandoned me when I was five.

I was over it, even though every time the doorbell rang, my first thought was 'He's back!' My mum told me not to hold out hope that he'd come back, but I still did. All people like me could do was watch Cinderella over and over and put ourselves in her glass slippers.

I can't be the only person who does that, can I?

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Hope you guys like the first chapter. I know it's long because I need info on each character. For fact, Serena is poor and will be a great character in this book, even Ash.

If there's any mistakes like grammar or spelling. Please tell me and I'll fix it.

I'm getting lots ideas for this book and I hope you guys give me support.

See ya guys on the next chapter and take care. Amourboy15 out.