Okay, for those of you who are reading Love From Hollywood, I'm still writing it. But I've hit sort of a writers block. I've been getting loads of ideas, but none of them really made sense for the story. So, I wrote them out as a new story ! I'll update Love From Hollywood as soon as I can . If you have any ideas for that story though, please don't hesitate to tell them to me.

Hope you enjoy this story !

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight, no matter how much I wish I did... Enjoy !

SPOV

"Skylar, if you want to live to see tomorrow, you're gonna get your butt down here right now!" I rolled my eyes at my brother's lame threat.

"Brent, don't threaten your sister," Mum murmured as I descended the stairs.

"Hey, it's bad enough I have to take her to school everyday, at least let me have this," As I made it to the bottom of the stairs, both mum and Brent turned to look at me.

Brent nodded once, approving my outfit, before walking out the door.

Picking up my bag, I turned to follow him. My mum grabbed me before I could get out though, pulling me in for a hug.

"Have fun at school sweetie, don't listen to anything your brother tells you and be safe," she muttered into my hair. I smiled, and started to pull away. "Oh, and I love you," I smiled.

"Love you too, mum,"

When I got outside, Brent had already started the car. And by the look on his face, he was considering leaving me behind. I ran to the car, flinging myself in just seconds before Brent flew the car down the driveway.

"Alright," he said once we hit the road. "Don't do anything stupid or embarrassing. Remember, anything you do will get passed on to me," I rolled my eyes again. Brent had made sure to tell me exactly how popular he had been at school. Everyone had known him, and everyone would compare me to him. "Don't mention me unless someone else mentions me first. Do not try to ride off my popularity, cause that's just lame," Brent pulled up in front of the school; he turned to look at me. "Be nice to everyone, don't be a jerk, and please tell me you're good at sports," I nodded, waited for a few seconds to make sure Brent was done, and reached for the door handle.

"One more thing," I turned back to my brother, waiting. "Here," he handed me a small can, labeled pepper spray. I giggled. "Hey, not funny, just looking out. Uh, have fun at school, and uhm, don't get hurt." Putting the can in my bag, I grinned at my brother.

"I think what you mean is, have fun Skylar, and I love you," I ducked as Brent attempted to hit me.

Grinning wider now, I gave Brent a half hug. "Thank you, and love you too," I got out of the car quickly before Brent could take another swing.

I took a few steps forward, before turning and waving at Brent's disappearing car.

I faced the school again. It was small, much smaller than my school back home. In a way, the small size was an advantage for me. Less places to get lost, less people to meet.

The front yard was full of students. The whole school could have been out there.

Keeping my eyes on the prize-the front door- I walked onto school property.

It seemed as if the further I walked, the more people started to watch me. By the time I was halfway to the door, everyone there was probably staring at me.

Making sure to take deep, even breaths, I continued walking.

I was just a few meters from the door when my path was suddenly blocked. And by suddenly, I mean suddenly. A second ago, she wasn't there, but now, she was.

She was petit; and there were bronze, probably bouncy, ringlets of hair falling down her back. She was pale, but as I watched her, her cheeks became slightly pink. Her eyes were big, and chocolate brown, she was beautiful. Probably stunning next me. I made a mental note to not try and do anything impressive while beside her. She would outshine me by just standing there.

She walked forward to meet me when she realized I wasn't moving.

"Hello," she said.

"Hello," I replied, making sure my accent didn't show. The girl smiled like she knew some secret.

"My name is Nessie. You must be Brent's sister, Skylar, right," I took a deep breath, standing up straighter.

"Yes, I am," Don't be a jerk. Brent's words echoed in my head. "Nice to meet you," I stuck out my hand, putting on my 'best friend' smile.

It took a few seconds, but eventually, Nessie's warm hand reached mine.

"Nice to meet you too, do you need help getting to the office?" The whole yard seemed to come to life again as my encounter with Nessie ended. Releasing a breath I hadn't realized I was holding, I followed Nessie inside.

Brent would be proud, I had just made my first friend, and by the looks of it, she was popular too.

BPOV

I was late, I was so late. Mr. Duncan was going to kill me. This was the third time this week. Well at least I was coming to school today.

A glance at my cell phone told me first period was almost over. If I timed this right, I would be able to blend with everyone during the interval between first and second block.

The bell rang just as I ran into the front yard. I smiled as students poured out of the school, masking me perfectly. I snuck into the school and to Miss A's history classroom.

I was breathless, and I only had five minutes to hand in my late essay, explain why it was late, and get to English, on time.

"Miss A, I-" I hadn't realized there was someone there already. I shut my mouth and waited.

"Oh," Both the girl and Miss A looked up at me. "Brady, nice of you to finally arrive, you're a day late though," I smiled.

"Sorry," I glanced at the girl; she was looking at her shoes. "I was working on the essay..."

"The essay that was due last week?" I smiled sheepishly.

"Sorry Miss A, uh, I'll let you finish first," I gestured to the girl.

"Oh no, that's alright, I understand the assignment now, thank you Miss A," Miss A smiled at the girl.

"No problem Skylar, it is my job after all," We both watched the girl practically run out of the room.

"What was that all about?" I asked, handing the folder containing my essay to the History teacher.

Miss A shook her head, taking the folder from me.

"Brent Bronson's younger sister. Just making sure she doesn't make the same mistakes he did," I grinned. I remembered Brent, who knew he had a sister. "But that's beside the point," Miss A frowned at me, waving the folder in my face. "Why is this so late Brady?"

I took a deep breath before beginning to explain.

"Well, two nights ago I was going to start it, I swear. But Sam came over and asked me to baby-sit Amber, and I couldn't say no. She was asleep anyway, how much trouble could she be? So I put her on the couch, and sat down to start writing. But she woke up, and started crying, and I mean crying. She cried for at least an hour. Then when I finally got her to stop, she wouldn't let me write. Every time I tried, she'd start crying again and..." Miss A held up a hand.

"That's enough Brady, at least you handed it in," She put the folder on her desk. "Now get to class," I smiled.

"Thanks," I ran down the hallway to English. I was in my seat five seconds before Mr. Baron walked in.

The first thing I noticed as I settled in was that Brent's sister, Skylar, was in this class.

She was looking down at a piece of paper on her desk, frowning at it. I wanted to ask her what was wrong, but Mr. Baron chose the time to talk.

"Alright class, I'm assuming everyone has looked over the new reading list," I nodded, that must have been what Skylar was looking at.

"I can't believe he's still so surprised we finished the book early," I turned my head slightly towards Collin. I smiled.

"I know, we're not that dumb,"

"Anyone have any ideas as to which book we should choose?" The class was silent. "No one?"

Mr. Baron scanned the room, looking for someone to pick on.

He smiled.

"Miss Bronson, what do you think?" I watched as the girl lifted her head. The whole class seemed to tense.

"Well, given that I only received this list recently," The whole class muffled laughs. It sounded as if something was stuck in Skylar's throat. She sounded weird. She took a deep breath, and continued speaking. The whole class seemed to gasp. "I don't think my opinion should be taken so seriously," Skylar spoke with a sophisticated, sexy Australian, maybe British, accent.

"Yes, well, we'd like to hear it anyway," Mr. Baron seemed flustered, a first for him.

I saw Skylar's head raise a fraction of an inch.

"I think that The Giver would be an excellent choice for this class to take on. And no, not because of how much significantly smaller it is compared to the other books. I think it's filled with different opinions and ideas that would make for great discussions throughout the remainder of the year," No body said anything, I don't think anyone was even breathing.

We all seemed to be hanging on her words. Mr. Baron broke the silence first by clearing his throat.

"Yes, well, that would be...interesting. Does any one else have something to add?" Some people looked down at their desks. Others suddenly needed something from their bags; I just looked out the window.

"Mr. Campbell?" I grimaced and turned to the teacher.

"Uh, I agree with Skylar. You're always saying that we don't discuss enough in class, and reading this book would bring up a lot of things to talk about, right?" Everyone around me nodded, or murmured in approval.

"Alright, The Giver it is," A cheer went up from the class. The Giver had been on our reading list in the eighth grade.

SPOV

I was embarrassed; I could not believe that the stupid English teacher had called on me on my first day here! What had I ever done to him? I shoved everything back in my bag, and headed to the door.

"Miss Bronson?" I turned slowly to look at the teacher. Be nice to everyone. Brent had said. I smiled.

"Yes Mr. Baron," I couldn't help but notice that Brady was still in the room. He had backed me up with my made up explanation about The Giver. The only reason I had wanted to read it was because I had read it a million times before, English assignments would now be that much easier.

"You're Brent Bronson's sister, correct?" I nodded. "I just wanted to warn you that every teacher in this building is going to give you a hard time." I raised an eyebrow. "Brent didn't have the best relationship with the faculty here. So try your hardest to prove that you are not your brother, and you'll be fine. Have a nice lunch," I smiled.

"Thanks Mr. Baron, you too," I ran out of the room. Brent was so going to get it when we got home. He could have warned me that all the teachers here hated him.

I headed straight to my locker, who knew that History textbooks were so heavy?

I grabbed the lock, and tried to make sense of it. The ones back home just had a key. These ones needed a combination, and whole lot of complicated turns.

Turn right three times and stop at first number, 42, turn left once, passing 42 and stop at second number, 7, turn right again and stop at third number 15.

I must have tried a hundred times before I realized there was someone there, watching me.

"Need help?" I would know that voice anywhere.

"Uhm, not really, I've got it. Thanks for offering though Brady," He shrugged and turned back to his lock.

I watched him use his thumb and index finger to turn the lock a few times. In a matter of seconds, it was open.

I tried mine again, holding the lock like Brady had. It didn't work.

I sighed, frustrated with the stupid locker. The bag on my shoulder was only getting heavier by the second, and I had math next period. I did not want to have to lug around History and Math all day.

"Are you sure you don't need help?" Brady was closing his locker now. He was holding a math text book. I guess he was in my class next period.

"Yes please, if you don't mind," I moved away from the locker, giving Brady room to step in.

"No problem, uh, what's your combo?" I didn't think twice before telling him the numbers. I felt that I could trust him. Besides, nothing important would really end up in the locker, except maybe homework.

With a few flicks of his fingers, my locker was open. I couldn't help but sigh in relief. Brady laughed, moving away.

"Thank you," I said, truly grateful.

"My pleasure, see you around," Brady left me alone with my stupid locker.

"Are you happy now?" I muttered to the piece of metal. "He probably thinks I'm an idiot,"

Slamming the locker closed, I stalked off to math. I had spent my whole lunch hour wrestling with my locker.

The rest of the day went by without a hitch. I had been moved out of Algebra 11 and into Calculus 12. I had already done the curriculum for Algebra 11 back home.

P.E. was fun; I didn't have to do anything. I had "forgotten" gym strip. Brady had been in my math class, until I had been moved, but he was in my P.E. class. I really didn't know why I cared, but I did and I was happy he was in my classes.

I arrived at my locker at the end of the day reluctantly. I didn't want to have to do this again.

Brady showed up a few seconds after me. I was still glaring at my locker.

He put his stuff away and turned to me.

"Want me to do it?" I shook my head.

"I've got it," I clutched the lock and began turning it, slowly. By the time I got to 15, I was praying the stupid thing would open.

Of course, it didn't, and I almost killed the locker for embarrassing me.

"It's okay Skylar, I can open it," My heart lurched and started pounding in my chest when he said my name. I didn't really hear anything after that.

I didn't realize what Brady was trying to do when he reached for my lock. My hand was still wrapped tightly around it, so it didn't register in my head what was going on until Brady touched my hand.

In a matter of seconds, I had the pepper spray can out of my bag, open, and aimed at Brady. Before I could stop myself, I pushed down on the nozzle, and the spray went everywhere, but mostly into Brady's eyes.

He stared at me in shock for a few seconds, before he realized what had just happened.

He yelled, really loudly, in pain.

Scared, I dropped the can and ran for the front door, I didn't dare to look back.

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