"Everyone's pissed at you," Micah said to me as I walked into the kitchen. He was sitting on the kitchen counter, something Momster would probably have a conniption fit over if she saw him. He was only in pajama pants, even though school started in 20 minutes.

"I figured they would be," I sighed as I pulled open the fridge, searching for a water bottle to bring with me to school. "Especially Zain. I think he's always mad at me now a days though."

"That's not true!" Micah quickly rebutted, always ready to defend Zain, even when our older brother didn't need it.

My lips drew down into a tense frown and I shrugged, looking around the kitchen for anything I might have been forgetting. I knew that Micah was trying to make me feel better, but I also knew that after everything that had happened in the past couple of years it was rather difficult for me to speak to my oldest brother without us getting into an argument. I loved him, and he loved me, but it was difficult.

He wanted the best for me, and I had already given up on taken care of myself.

I turned and eyed up the youngest of my brothers, suddenly realizing that we were missing a member of our joyful bunch. Marie and Micah's classes started in 20 minutes, and Micah wasn't even dressed yet, while Marie might still be asleep. I briefly contemplated trying to get them rounded up and ready, then checked the time and sighed. I had to get to school, which meant it was up to my siblings to take care of themselves.

It was times like this when I wished that Knox still went to school with us. He was the best at getting Micah and Marie to behave, but of course, my two eldest brother's had their own things going, meaning that they were completely oblivious to what occurred in our household. Including, how our parents treated us. I swallowed hard as I thought about the summer of punishments and chores I had been forced to sustain.

"I have to go now," I announced, turning to face Micah. "I'll see you after school, maybe."

"Have fun at your first day of public school!" Micah called after me, snickering. "Also, be prepared for Knox to talk with you after school!"

I held in my tears and my groan until I was in my Mustang, and then I took a few seconds to lean my head against the steering wheel, collecting myself. I had to get myself together before I left, it was my first day at this school and I couldn't afford to cause ripples. Enough people were going to know I was, and I wanted to remain under the radar as best as I could.

Ashley Waters was notorious for it's awful reputation, and if my parents cared more for me, they probably would have found a more suitable school, but they couldn't care less when it came to getting their children out of their hair. All they cared about was the fact that I had requested public school, and gleeful to spend less money on me, they quickly accepted and set me up for the public school that was closest to us.

As I pulled into the parking lot of my new school, I hesitated, wondering if my parents would ever know if I skipped school. Even as I thought it, I knew that if Marie found out, she would snitch, and then I would be in real trouble.

I heaved a heavy sigh, then dragged myself from the car, hesitantly making my way into the building, chewing on my bottom lip. The halls were filled with many people my own age, and almost as soon as I had walked in, eyes were on me. Some eyes were narrowed with suspicion, other's wide with disbelief, and the sudden attention had me itching with discomfort.

"Hey! You! I saw you last night!"

I froze, my eyes widening, terrified to turn around and see who exactly it was calling my attention. I took deep breaths, and braved it, calmly turning to face the person who was trying to catch my attention. Relief flooded through me when I found it was the boy who had saved me from the awful guy, Greg.

His green eyes were alight with concern, similar to how they had been the night before. His lips were in a frown as well, and his glasses were slipping down his nose. If I wasn't so stressed, wasn't so on edge, I might have taken the time to admire how cute he was. I shifted uncomfortably, glancing around, wondering if that would be the end of our exchange.

It wasn't.

He strode through the hall, directly towards me. My eyes boggled out of my head, and I quickly contemplated running away as I had done the night before. My teeth dug into my bottom lip and I took a small step backwards, but as I did so, I collided with someone.

I squeaked, turning on my heel, trying to back away from them, only to run into the green eyed stranger from the night before. My heart was racing in my chest, and tears were rapidly forming in my eyes again.

I wondered why exactly I thought my anxiety could handle the stress of a public school, full of new people with assuming judgements of me and bad attitudes, not that the kids at my old school were exactly like that as well. I sucked in a deep breath, and squeezed my eyes shut, briefly, desperately trying to recover one of the handful of coping mechanisms I had taught myself. None came to mind though, and my body began shaking.

I covered my face, my books dropping to the ground, an oncoming anxiety attack beginning to seize my body and lungs, squeezing the air out of me. I started scrambling to pull my phone out of my pocket to call Zain or Knox, when I remembered that I was absent of a phone due to the fact that I had abandoned it the night before.

"Are you okay?"

I gasped and looked up, meeting fire eyes. I gaped and took a step back, scanning over the boy standing before me. With wavy brown hair, an elegant but handsome face, and a white Armani button down, I knew exactly who was standing before me. Or at least I had heard enough about him from my sister and her friends to recognize him.

I rubbed at my eyes, confused and anxious and irritated. "Victor? What the hell?"

"Sang?" His eyebrows shot up. "Since when have you gone to Ashley Waters?"

"Take a guess," I responded sarcastically, leaning down to scoop up the books that had fallen to the ground in the midst of my mild freak out.

"Vic," Green Eyes said from behind me. I gritted my teeth, wishing he would give me some space so I could calm myself down properly before class. I was reverting back to my shy form though, so there was no way I was about to ask them to leave me alone. "You know her?"

"Yeah," Victor replied, handing me one of my books from the ground. I shot him a grateful smile, but remained quiet, allowing the two boys to converse. "She's Sang Sorenson. One of the daughters of the elites. I know her brothers better, but we've bumped into each other a few times."

"She's the girl I was telling you about from last night..." Green Eyes informed his friend and I abruptly stood up, looking at him with wide eyes. I silently pleaded with him to keep his trap shut. I didn't need it broadcasted to a bunch of people that I had just so happened to pop by a drag race the night before.

"Interesting," Victor said, sounding somewhat amused. He tugged on my arm lightly, and I jerked away from him, but turned my attention towards him anyways. "What homeroom do you have, Sang? Can Kota and I walk you to it?"

I assumed Green Eyes was Kota, and since Victor was the only person I really knew in the school so far, I nodded. Silence was the best option for me in many cases. In lieu of giving him an actual answer I handed over my schedule. The day hadn't even really started, but I was worn out. I wished badly that Knox or Zain still went to school with me; when we all attended school at the same time, it was easier. If anxiety started to bother me, at least I had the reassurance of knowing that one of my siblings was in the same building as me, not that far away. But at this new school, I had no one.

We began to walk down the halls together, Victor in front of me as he inspected my schedule and Kota walking right beside me. His arm would brush against my own occasionally, causing me to flinch in reaction and draw my arm in tight to my side. I was edging on sensory overload and I had come to the conclusion that I would most likely have at least one anxiety attack before the end of the day.

"So, it's your first day here?" Kota inquired, sliding his eyes over to me. I carefully avoided meeting his gaze.

I nodded, keeping my eyes glued to the ground, making certain to avoid stepping on the cracks of the floor. "Yeah. What's it like here?"

He cracked a grin at me and shrugged slightly. "Like any other public school, I suppose."

"I've never been to public school before," I informed him, tearing my eyes away from the floor to meet his briefly. I hated to sound snooty or superior by saying something like that to him, but it was the truth.

A blush colored his cheeks and I couldn't help the small smile that came over my face. I hadn't meant to embarrass him, but his blush enhanced his looks, and I found myself wanting to lean forward and pinch his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, sounding slightly guilty. "I shouldn't have just assumed..."

I shrugged, flashing him a reassuring smile. "Don't worry about it. There was no way that you could have known."

Our conversation came to an end as Victor stopped outside a door, still studying my schedule. I raised my eyebrows at him, shifting awkwardly, waiting for him to say something. A few minutes passed of us in silence, and I shifted my gaze to Kota. He must have noticed my discomfort because he gave me a smile and took a step forward.

"Victor," he said. "Is this Sang's homeroom?"

Victor started slightly, almost as if he had forgotten we were there. He smiled sheepishly, handing my schedule back. He messed with a cord around his neck that I somehow was just now noticing.

"I'm sorry," he chuckled quietly, trying to brush off his embarrassment. "Anyways, yes, this is your homeroom. We have two friends in this homeroom, I believe, so if you want I can introduce you to them. From what your brothers say, you get a little nervous without having people you know around, yes?"

Irritation flooded through me. It bothered me that my brothers had gone around telling people such things like that, and if I had to take a guess as to which brother it was that was opening his mouth and spreading shit about me, it would be Micah. Knox and Zain had always been mindful of my secrets, even overprotective about not only my secrets but also me. While Micah was protective of me and loved me greatly, he had a problem with keeping secrets to himself.

"I don't exactly favor having no one I know nearby," I tip toed around the actual truth. It was better to just go with what my brother's had informed Victor. I made a mental note to beat the shit out of all of three when I saw them later.

"I want you to know that you have me," Victor said softly, resting a hand on my shoulder. I gritted my teeth to keep from ripping his hand off of my body. "And my friends. I don't know you well, but you seem sweet, and I don't want Ashley Waters to rip you apart."

I nodded, suddenly not in the mood to talk at all. As much as I appreciated Victor and his friend's help, I was on edge and close to having a mental break. A mental break would result in lot's of punishments though, and I didn't think I could withstand that, so I quickly stifled my emotions.

"There they are," I heard Kota say.

I looked up, following their gaze then promptly choked on the air I was breathing in. Both of the men walking towards us were handsome, just like Victor and Kota, but the taller one had me sliding behind Kota in a futile attempt to hide myself.

The taller one was dressed in all black, a scowl on his face. He had a good amount of dark stubble on his jaw, that in my opinion, only enhanced his attractiveness but also aided in intimidating me. While he might have instilled some fear in me, I couldn't help but admire his beauty. Dark hair, dark eyes, and a gold hoop in one of his ears was drawing me in. I wanted to run my fingers over his face and memorize the planes and angles of it.

I drew my eyes away fast, scared of the thoughts that were consuming me. My mouth turned dry though when it landed on the boy walking next to Dark and Mysterious.

Dark and Mysterious was attractive as hell, but this one walking beside him was model worthy. His blond locks were long enough that they reached his shoulders, and I had thought that I never really liked long hair on boys, but my mind was abruptly changed. His dark eyes were sparkling with something similar to mischief, and there was a bright smile on his face. He had a lean body, and his shirt was buttoned low enough that I could a see a good amount of his chest.

"Why are you waiting here? Did something happen?" Dark asked, his voice gruff and low, but music to my ears.

Kota shook his head. "No. We were escorting a friend to here, and then we promised to introduce her to you guys so she would have someone she knows in this class."

Dark's eyebrows shot up and he glanced around, most likely looking for me, but I was still hiding behind Kota. "Well, where is she?"

I ducked even more behind Kota, holding my books tight to my chest, as if they would shield me from the gazes I was under. I took a deep breath, wondering if Kota would mind if I stayed hidden behind him for the rest of the school year, though it might mildly inconvenience both of us.

"Would she happen to be the cutie that's hiding behind you?"

A jolt of surprise went through me and then I was being exposed as Kota stepped out of the way, and turned to look at me, amusement and shock on his face. I blushed hard and hugged my books even more to my chest, ducking my head down.

"Don't be shy," Blondie crooned, smiling reassuringly at me. "I don't bite. I can't say the same for North, though, sorry."

Dark glared and smacked Blondie in the back of the head. "Shut the fuck up."

A giggle bubbled out of me and I covered my mouth to hide it, though it seemed to fail since Dark grinned at me and Blondie fake pouted, as if offended.

"Sang, this is North and Luke," Kota introduced us, waving his hands in the general direction of each person. "They're in this homeroom with you."

"Luke is also in your first class with you, as well as Kota," Victor told me, smiling softly. "I believe North and I are in your second class, so you'll have him and I for that. I'm pretty sure all of us are in your study hall, so if you want, we can walk with you to it."

"Great conversation, really," North said, with a heavy sigh. "But we need to get into homeroom. You'll see Sang soon enough." He looked at me and gestured to the door. "Ladies first."

I inhaled deeply as I walked into homeroom, and the only thought that was on my mind was that if I remained friends with this group of boys then my life might get a whole lot more interesting. 

a/n: And here is chapter 2!! As far as updating goes I probably won't have a strict schedule but will post the new chapter as soon as I have the chapter after that written up so I always have content to fall back on if that makes sense. I hope you enjoyed, please leave me your thoughts and opinions!!

Song: Lost Boy by Ruth B

fun fact/something to consider: Every song I put with the chapters have a meaning to the story or a certain character ;)

- Ry