Disclaimer: There is a small chance that the unopened letter in my room with an ABC letterhead may be the rights to BWH… But it may also be a restraining order. Once again, I do not own the rights to BWH, if I did Heath would have never broken up with Fly, nor would Brooke and Mike, or Eric and Amy, Bec would have travelled with Edge and Cassie would have won the straw draw.

Previously:

"What do you thinks going on in the office?" Tasman asked.

"Who cares?! I want to know who the last bag is for," Ellie replied.

"Yeah but obviously whatever's going on in the office is to do with the last bag. Come on aren't you just a little bit curious to hear what they're saying?"

"You're a sticky beak, you know that right?" A harsh voice rang out.

Seven heads swivelled around to see a small, cold looking girl standing in the doorway. She was beautiful in an untraditional way, all the boys could see that, but what only one could see was the brokenness in her eyes.

"You're holding my stuff blondie."

Now:

"Your holding my stuff blondie," the girl sneered with the coldest eyes and voice that Ellie had ever seen.

"I- I am so sorry," Ellie stuttered out as she dropped the bag onto the floor, where it fell with a hard thump. The girl's eyes softened a little as she saw how small and young Ellie was.

"It's fine, just don't do it again."

"Hey- leave her alone! It's not like she did anything wrong, we didn't know whose it was, we were just going to deposit it in one of the bedrooms," Danny defended Ellie against the smaller girl.

"Actually I have my own room."

"Actually you don't Jordyn," Edge said coming out of the office with Bec trailing just behind him.

"What? Says who?" Jordyn demanded.

"I do." Bec said with authority

"What position of power are you in to do so?"

"I'm the housekeeper and the girls head coach."

"What about you Mr. Dean Edgely?" Jordyn asked.

"I'm the boys head coach and your live in nutritionist," he replied without fail.

"God save us all," Bec muttered as she walked off.

"You're in for it Sanderson," Edge yelled running after her.

The eight kids looked on as the two graduates ran around the house yelling and cursing at one another like teenagers.

"I can see how this year's gonna go," Kai muttered as Simmo walked out with 11 previous graduates following him.

"Oh God, Kai's just like Charley," Bridget muttered to Guy who snickered as Charley glared daggers at the pair.

"Whatever," Jordyn muttered and turned to find her bedroom, ignoring the looks of the others in her groups and the trainers.

Later:

A soft knock on the door woke Jordyn from where she was lying on the ground.

"What?" She snapped.

"Simmo and the other trainers are taking us out for dinner to explain how this year's gonna work, so you need to get ready," Tasman sneered as she entered the room and grabbed out a nice dress.

"I am ready."

"No, you need to put on a dress or a skirt that you'd wear out to a nice restaurant."

Jay just looked at her blankly, "why would I have anything like that? I've never been anywhere nicer than the local fish and chips, and that was just a step up from Macca's."

"A boy's never taken you to a nice restaurant on a date?" Tasman asked in disbelief.

"You're naïve. It's cute." Jay laughed. "Boys where I live don't do nice and they certainly don't date. They hit it and quit it. Most of the boys have a 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' attitude towards women."

Tasman looked at Jay and then dragged her off of the floor.

"Hey get off of me!" Jay yelled.

"Shut up, I'm gonna make you look pretty," Tasman said, rolling her eyes as she reached for a dress.

"No! No dresses. Please." Tasman relented as she saw the look that Jay gave her.

"Okay no dresses, you pick an outfit and I'll do the make up to suit."

Jay started rummaging until she found a pair of black leggings and a loose "Runaways" shirt. Tasman sighed in defeat as she realised this was as good as she was gonna get for now and got out a make-up case.

"I suppose this is alright. It's the best I'm gonna get from you isn't it?" Tasman asked.

"Oh yeah."

20 minutes later 8 kids were piled into the old kombi while the 11 other graduates followed behind the car in their own. When they arrived at the restaurant Jay realised how underdressed she was, for the first time in her life she felt self-conscious. Puffing her chest out, she put on a confident air that the others would believe. With a bit of snark, no one would ever realised how uncomfortable she was. Only Tasman knew how uncomfortable she was, at least that's what she thought, but Edge had his suspicions. He knew that often the attitude that was displayed was a cover up for a deeper issue, like a discomfort. After all, hadn't Heath hidden his lack of academic talent all year with a class clown attitude?

As Edge mused over his thoughts, Simmo began speaking.

"This year is going to be the biggest and best year. We have 12 coaches, eight of whom will be a mentor and four will be in charge of specific areas of your training and everyday life-" Simmo began.

"Hold on, 12? There's only 11 of us here?" Bec interrupted.

"That's where you're wrong!" a cheerful and well-loved voice answered.

Sorry it's taken me so long to update this! I hope you guys enjoy the chapter. Let me know if it's going downhill.

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