Hi guys. A quick Author's note: For those of you who want to read the story that goes to this one that takes place ten years into the girls future, it will be posted within a few days or so. It'll be a chapter story but you don't have to read it if you don't want to.

Series: The Cruise, The Class Trip, Committed, and Crush. Lastly, THE CODE OF CHARM. I'm so proud of everything I've done, you've guys have been with me since my birthday in 09, talk about crazy. One year and a lot of months later and I'm still working on the same story, ha-ha, awesome. Enjoy, thank you so much for reading, and I'm virtually hugging all of you for getting me here.

"Alex come with me please." Mitchie was pulling against my arm as I stood in front of our school. It seemed smaller since the last time I've seen it. Mitchie was in her black shorts and tank top, getting ready for her tryouts.

"Mitch, I don't want to watch you tryout for the stupid cheerleading squad." I whined as she let me go, crossing her arms.

"Alex, unless you want to actually see me in my uniform, you better come and watch me tryout." Mitchie rose her eyebrow as I sighed.

"Am I being forced?"

"Are you?" She asked, tilting her head. School started tomorrow and there was a pep rally going on as well. I gazed at the school doors as Mitchie leaned into me. "I'm waiting."

"Mitch, I really don't want to go and watch cheerleaders wave their pom-poms and say shish boom bah. I already have my entire cheer squad in you."

"Alex that's sweet and all, but you're coming." I let her place her fingers between mine, dragging me into the building. The walls were newly painted orange, the floor waxed and all the lockers painted in either green or blue. Once we neared the gym, Mitchie let me go as I stepped backwards.

"Seriously, you want me to go in there and watch girls prance around in…outfits like yours."

"Who are you going to be watching?"

"Mitch I don't want to go in there." I whined as she sighed.

"Alex I need your support okay. There's no one else. Usually my mom would be here. Tryouts will only last an hour."

"Ew, gross." I kicked the floor as Mitchie smiled, kissing me quickly before I pouted more. "We should kill me now." I followed her into the gym, sitting against the bleachers as the other girls near us did the same. I ignored the entire ordeal, I didn't want to know who was on the cheer squad, nor who was going to be on it. I mean Mitchie was a cheerleader last year, why couldn't she just automatically rejoin the squad? She was the best they'd had in a while. Besides, considering that she was the captain of the squad, she should have some type of power over this entire thing.

"Welcome cheer hopefuls…," a dark haired brunette stood in front of us. She held a notepad in her hand, her blue eyes shifting over everyone before she stepped up to Mitchie. "So, you've come back?"

"Yeah." Mitchie nodded as the girl read her list.

"I'm cheer captain now Mitchie."

"I know Riley, and I'm not trying to take your spot. I just want to rejoin the team."

"Fine." The girl moved away before joining her team on the other end of the gym. Around them laid soft mats as well as pom-poms. I bit my bottom lip, facing Mitchie as the first girl was called. She did her few back flips, her routine with the pom-poms and her cheer seemed flawless.

"Mitch, whatever happens, you'll always be my cheerleader."

"Alex, if and when I get back on the team, we're going to have rules about my uniform."

"What do you mean?" I asked, wondering what the heck she was talking about.

"You can see me in my uniform, but there is strictly no touching."

"WHAT?" I asked a bit loudly before I cleared my throat, "why?" I whispered.

"Because, if anything happens when I'm in my uniform then I wouldn't be able to perform in front of the school."

"Why?"

"Because Alex, it'll make me feel weird." Mitchie was called as I watched her get up and head over to the squad. This entire thing sucked. If I couldn't touch her in her uniform then I shouldn't have been encouraging her along. This should be fun.

"There's no need for you to try out Mitchie Torres." Riley, the captain said aloud.

"What? Why can't I tryout?"

"You're back in that's why."

"Really?"

"But I'M, still the captain."

"No problem." Mitchie squeaked before hugging Riley. I only sat there waiting to leave the place sometime soon.

"After you receive your schedule tomorrow come and practice with us for the back to school pep-rally."

"Kay." Mitchie ran back over to me, pulling me off the bleachers before she hugged me. "I'm back on the squad."

"I've heard, can we leave now?" Of course my question was answered with a hit to the arm, before Mitchie pulled back and nodded. I wondered what some of the hopefuls were thinking when Mitchie was given basically a free ride onto the team.

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It was Monday morning, the first day of school, and Mitchie and I met Harper at Justin's place. My brother was excited to pass on his duties of President to Harper, the former treasurer of the school's funds. The school's new policy was the uniform was mandatory for the first two weeks of school, and I swear I looked like a total dork. Girls wore dark blue skirts with a white top and red tie, boys, minus the skirt and add the pants.

"Justin hurry up, we have to get to school." Mitchie was excited, I could see it plastered across her face. Harper was messing with her skirt, and I sat with my boot propped up on the end table.

"Lexi, act like a girl." Mitchie told me as I rose my eyebrow.

"Am I not woman enough for you?" I asked as Harper giggled.

"In a skirt, you'll reveal everything." And that's when my legs were brushed off the table, and Justin walked into the room.

"Okay, I've got the keys…the speech..this..letter." My brother was in an actual suit, staring at a piece of paper as if it was incredibly important.

"I call shot gun," Harper was first to the door as I followed everyone outside. The day was perfect, warm and very bright. The first day of senior year.

"We have one stop to make first," Justin announced. The drive to his secretive place, was actually a drive to the airport.

"Are we picking someone up?" I asked from the back seat as my brother smiled. "Justin."

"You'll see."

"Mitch," I faced my girlfriend as she shrugged. As everyone else focused on the revolving doors, I on the other hand focused on Mitchie. It was as if everything she wore lately had a big sign across it saying, look at me, look at me. And today was no different. Her skirt sat perfectly against her legs, exposing just the perfect amount of skin.

"Alex," I hadn't notice that Mitchie had faced me. "No." She told me, her eyes meeting mine.

"I was just looking."

"Well stop it. Its my first day in this thing."

"So," I crossed my arms before blonde hair shifted through a crowd of people outside. "No way."

"No way what?" Mitchie asked.

"Conrad?"

"What?" The car grew quiet as everyone looked out for the boy, and that's when he spotted us.

"Um, what's Conrad doing here?" Harper asked as Justin unlocked the doors.

"He's going to your school." My brother announced.

"WHAT!" We all said at once as Conrad quickly opened the door. People were pushing against the car trying to get a picture of him as I pulled Mitchie over towards me. I caught her off guard, causing her to try to catch her balance by reaching back and holding onto my legs. Mind you, I'm in a skirt.

"Dude, school is going to be nuts." Conrad was dressed in his uniform and excited as Mitchie slid away from me and into the middle more. She hugged him tightly as I was trying to get over the feeling of my legs pulsing.

"Missed me?" Conrad asked as Justin pulled off.

"No," I lied before he shifted through his backpack. "Conrad where's your stuff?"

"What stuff?"

"Your clothes? And…where are you staying?" I was waiting for the answer as Justin handed over some keys.

"Don't ruin my guest room," my brother told the boy. I couldn't believe Conrad was going to our school, let alone staying with my brother.

"Wait," I slowly leaned over Mitchie, "what about Mackenzie?"

"Uh, she's staying in L.A. She's still working."

"So she won't be here?"

"No."

"Good." I sat back against my seat as we neared the school. Mitchie faced me as I focused on the ceiling of the car. I still couldn't shake the feeling of her skin on mine.

"So, Justin you're going to help me get my schedule and stuff right?" Conrad asked over Harper's singing in the front seat.

"I have to help Harper out but sure, why not."

Once at the front of the school. Everyone climbed from the car, and that's when screams erupted around us. I ignored the gawking for Conrad as I pulled Mitchie over to me. There was too much wind blowing up my skirt, and I swear it was warm a while ago, with the lack of wind.

"Aren't we getting our schedules with Conrad and Harper?" Mitchie asked as I held her hand between mine. We were making it into the school with everyone else still where they were. It was weird seeing everyone in uniform, I didn't see a point of it.

"Alexis no hand holding," a voice echoed from behind me as I faced Mr. Jones, a science teacher from my freshmen year.

"Give me a break, its Alex."

"Alexis, no P-D-A."

"Um," I dropped Mitchie's hand, "this is my best friend, you weirdo." Yes I was joking, but its something I did.

"Yeah." Mitchie agreed as Mr. Jones looked between us.

"Well, no hand holding." And with that he walked away as Mitchie and I giggled, with me gripping her fingers once more. There was this large main hall in the school that had papers tapped to the wall. It had everyone's names on all the lists in order so we could find our homeroom numbers. The good thing about having Mitchie as a girlfriend, Russo and Torres was on the same schedule list, just don't tell her that I said that. After scanning our names I found out we both had the same homeroom. When did someone guess that was a good idea?

"Guess we have the same homeroom." I smiled, before Mitchie rechecked the list.

"Guess so."

"You don't sound excited."

"As long as you keep your hands to yourself, I'm ecstatic."

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Homeroom seemed to go on forever. We had to grab our schedules and sit through an intercom assembly. Mitchie was happily awaiting her cheerleading practice while I laid against my right arm staring at her. Even uniforms couldn't hold back her amazing looks, and added onto that, her red tie was kind of a turn on. God, I'm weird.

"Can you go home and feed the dogs after school before coming to the game?" Mitchie was talking to me, I could hear her, but I wasn't paying attention. My eyes met hers as she said the exact same thing again, followed by, "Alex!"

"Hum."

"Can you feed the dogs after school before the pep rally?"

"Um. I'll ask Justin," I muffled out before raising my fingers to Mitchie's tie. Since we were in the back of the room, I thumbed the bottom of the fabric before she focused on what I was doing.

"Lexi."

"Hum."

"Stop it."

"I really like this tie." I was staring at the fabric as Mitchie shook her head before the school bell rung. Finally we were able to go to our classes, which is something I'll blank out on. Now classes are always a blur to me, unless its science, in which Mitchie and I had once again, together. After a few classes it was time for lunch and I wasn't as hungry as I thought I'd be. The normal table for me would be the one in the far back corner near the large window that overlooked the school parking lot. I saw Max walking over to me with his food tray, before Harper followed him.

"So Alex, how's senior year so far?" She asked.

"Okay I guess. Its no different from any other school year."

"Whatever. I'm about to have so many extra curriculars that its going to be amazing on my transfer."

"Whoopee." I wiggled my finger as the lunch room grew quiet. I faced the door knowing that it was Conrad walking into place. "Harper," I faced my friend.

"Yeah?"

"Move that last seat away from the table, and this one will be for Conrad." I was surprised no one tried to sit at our table before the boy actually walked over. Kids stood around our table as Conrad sat down.

"Hey guys." He waved to us.

"This is all your fault."

"What is?" He asked me as he sat down.

"This," I signaled to the few kids still standing around us. If I wanted to be surrounded by teens I would have been all gung hoe for Mitchie being in L.A. with tons of fans. As we tried our best to have a normal lunch period I wondered where Mitchie was.

"Justin is going to be around helping Conrad, both are trying out for the basketball team," Harper squealed.

"But my brother doesn't go here anymore."

"But he has an exception until Conrad feels safe being alone in regular school things."

"Oh," I shook my head facing the blonde boy. "Are you dating my brother?" I joked as the kids around us gasped. "People who don't belong here, it was just a joke." I grabbed Max's pudding from his tray before standing. "I'm going to find Mitchie, save my seat." Which of course wouldn't happen with desperate girls crowding the table. After I made it into the hall I was on my way to the school gym. Being who I was, I knew the school rules of not roaming the halls, but I knew exactly where I was going, but being me as I mentioned, I was stopped by Mr. Laritate.

"Dude when did you get back here?" I asked him as he gazed at his watch.

"Miss Russo, you know the school rules."

"Uh, obviously. I'm in this horrid uniform."

"The hall rule miss Russo."

"Oh, that rule," I scrunched up my face before patting his shoulder. "Lets forget I was even in the hall. I'm heading to cheerleading practice," which was true on where I was going, but I wasn't the one actually on the squad.

"Lets hope that isn't a lie. Go on."

Once I was sure I was free to go, I made it once again to the gym. Inside there were at least twenty girls cheering and flipping and doing too much for me to keep up with. I searched the crowd with my eyes on the outside of the gym door trying to find Mitchie. I could see her on the other end sitting against the bleachers. She didn't tell me she was going to spend lunch in the stupid gym as well.

"Miss Russo," crap. Mr. Laritate was following me and now he was behind me clearing his throat.

"I'm just thinking this over." I told him.

"Either you go in that gym or you have detection for disobeying the rules."

I haven't been in the detention room since Freshmen year, believe it or not. Mitchie made sure I stayed out of trouble, and this was considered a minor offense considering the other stuff I use to do.

"Alex," Mr. Laritate said once again.

"I'm going," I sighed, not wanting to walk into the gym. I faced the man behind me as he signaled towards his office as I nodded, opening my pudding cup and using my finger as a spoon.

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I couldn't believe that I had to sit in detention on the first day of school. There were two other kids in here with me, Jon, some short boy who wasn't all as he was cracked up to be. And then there was Steven, he was a jock who was never able to keep his anger bottled up.

"Can we leave yet?" I asked as the clock neared three. I didn't have to call Justin and the pep-rally started at three, so I was sure Mitchie was waiting for me. Wait. What if she left me here? "Please let us leave." I began to whine as the two boys agreed with me.

"At three o'clock you'll be free to go."

"Can we make it now?" I asked, anxiously watching the clock. Mr. Laritate only shook his head at me as I sighed, standing up and walking over to his window. His office was on the side of the school, so all I saw were trees.

"Lets not make this semester start off on a bad foot," the principal spoke up.

"We've already started off bad," I announced.

"Just don't make this a habit Miss. Russo."

"Trust me, I wont." I rolled my eyes, staring out the window before I pulled my phone up to text Justin. After I told him to feed the dogs, an hour late, I texted Mitchie before someone cleared their throat. At that exact moment the bell rung.

"Alexandria…"

"Mr. Laritate, please, its just Alex." I faced the man, his hand extended out to me as I stuffed my phone in my pocket. "School's over." I smiled at him, before walking towards his office door.

"Detection starts tomorrow at nine." He announced.

"So," I shrugged.

"Be here." He told me as I scoffed. I swear this was stupid, did he miss me in his office or something.

"I'll see if I can make it."

"Alexandra…"

"ALEX!" I said loudly. If he would of called me Alexandria Alexis Margarita Marie Russo I would of killed him, seriously.

"Tomorrow at nine until noon, for the phone." He waved me off as I left the room. Steven gave me a thumbs up as I made it outside. I didn't see Mitchie's truck, and no one else was at the school except a few kids for after school. I couldn't believe I missed the pep rally, and now I had detection two days in a row, today and tomorrow. My phone began to ring as I answered it.

"Alex where were you?" Mitchie asked me as I gazed the lot for her. She was standing near the school gate in the distance.

"I'll tell you." I ran to her, hanging up the phone before she shook her head for me to tell her. "Mr. Laritate gave me detention."

"For what?" Mitchie asked, her face having worried spread across it.

"I don't even remember." I lied, it was a stupid reason anyway.

"Well don't make a habit of it."

"I promise."

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That night, after everything died down, I laid next to Mitchie as she read over her school assignment. Roger was laying next to me on my right, while Coco hopped around on the floor, eating a bone and leaving a trail.

"Mitch, what do you think about Conrad going to school with us?" I asked.

"This isn't about Mackenzie again is it?" She faced me with her hair falling across her face and a pen in her mouth.

"No," I sighed, "its just a question."

"Alex," she pulled her pen into her fingers, "I know you. Its about Mackenzie…"

"No, really its not." I sat up, "it'd be more or less about Claire then anything."

"Hum," she nodded. "Well lets forget about everything, and just focus on us." Mitchie sat all her things to the side of her as I giggled before Coco hopped on the bed, barking at me.

"Really? I didn't even do anything this time." I complained to the puppy as Mitchie began laughing. "You try to seduce me and the puppy think its my fault, great." I laid against the bed pouting as Mitchie leaned into me still giggling.

"Night, Lexi," she kissed me quickly, before laughing again.

"Not funny." I whined.

I rewrote this entire chapter, and so I'll post it maybe a bit later since it gives a few things away. But review please and thanks for reading. Next update in three days or less.