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"Ew!" Jacqueline Rose Carmichael exclaimed in a disgusted whisper as she tried to expertly use her glass nail file to scrape a wad of muted pink gum off of the heel of her brand-spanking-new, just-imported-from-Rome satin pump. The Princess of Pennsylvania Avenue--also known as one of those Carmichaels--had just take a step on to the campus of Washingtonian Academy for the first time in three months and, sure enough, said step ended up lodged in a pile of some freshman's chewed-up Juicy Fruit.


"Miss Carmichael!" a voice called. Jack's head spot up on instinct, but she instantly regretted it the moment she was nearly blinded by the flash of a camera. She could've known better, but her summer abroad seemed to have wiped her brain clean of the photographers that liked to stalk her school in order to get shots of the kids of high-profile politicians. "Shoot this, asshole!" she called with a scowl, flipping up her immaculately polished middle finger at the weasel. She could see the headlines now--"Carmichael's Daughter Caught In a Sticky Situation"--and could practically hear her dad's publicist already b*tching about how being rude to the press would not help her father's chances in the election at the end of the month.



After she finally got the majority of the offending gum off of her shoe, Jack stood up and put on her best "don't f*ck with me' face as she straightened the skirt of her Washingtonian Academy school uniform. Throwing a dazzling smile towards the few lingering photographers--there were plenty of more A-List students that would be arriving soon--she threw her cream-colored Balenciaga satchel over her right shoulder and walked up the front steps of school. Naturally, she made sure to be on the lookout for any more oddities determined to ruin her well-coordinated accessories.



The moment she stepped into the main hallway of Washingtonian Academy, conversations stopped and people stared. Just two months ago, Jack's senator-of-Maryland father had been announced as the republican candidate for this coming election. Her popularity would now be through the roof. After all, even those who hated her and her family still spoke about them.



Her mind briefly flitted towards her boyfriend of one year, J.T. Willington. He was the son of the current leader of our free world, and the king to her queen. She hadn't seen him all summer since she'd been in Europe, but they had spoken every day. Jack knew that the first thing he would want to do once he saw her again was take her up on that promise she made at the beginning of the summer--if they both remained loyal, she'd finally sleep with him--but little did J.T. know that it would actually be her first time. She was ready, though. After all, he was perfect. They were perfect. It only made sense.



She sauntered towards her locker and noticed a note poking out. It was written on stark white stationary and scrawled in the handwriting of her dad's publicist, Natalie. "Be good" was all it said. With an eye roll, she tore the note in half and began to set up her locker for the year. She was always good, at least to the public eye. Jack was an expert when it came to acting like daddy's little angel in the streets; Natalie had nothing to worry about. She finished setting up and slammed the door shut before unpocketing her iPhone 5S and texting Nat to remind her to bring by her usual order from Toro at lunchtime. Jack leaned against her locker and looked down the hall at all of her loyal subjects.



She was
back.
 
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Evan stared out the tinted window of his moms mammoth of a black Rolls Royce SUV, as they pulled up to Washingtonian Academy. He caught glimpses of the paparazzi. He was back, it was all back. And boy did he hate it. He liked school, he liked learning, but the students he could do without. Everyone looked to fake to him, nothing but a bunch of try hards. The sound of his mother's voice snapped his head around, blankly he stared at her as his gut twisted and turned. He could barely look her in the eye as he told him to try and make friends. "No promises," he snapped back at her. He spitted his mother right now. For the past 18 years he had been living the biggest lie. His life.


Smiling weakly at his mother he slammed the car door shut and trudged up the stair to the school. He knew the paparazzi didn't care about him. In a world of American royalty and sea scum, he was the scum on the sea scum. Lower than the lowest level. A nobody. Even though his mother was in the congress, she was new and no one expected her to win her campaign. Keeping his head low as he entered the building, he only looked up every so often to make sure he wasn't running into anyone. Flying under the radar was his specialty.


It didn't take him long to find his locker, he had had the same one since freshman year. Unfortunately that meant he had the same people around him too. One of those just had to be the absolutely wonderful Jacqueline Carmichael. Of all the people at the school he could be next to it had to be her. His heart sank when he saw her standing in front of her locker, "Dammit, move you bitch." He thought to himself. She was the last thing he wanted to deal with this morning. On the plus side, her goody-two-shoes boyfriend wasn't there to suck face.


 
Emmett~


Emmett looked down at the floor and sighed as he tapped his right foot rapidly on the rugged floor trying to block the world out for a moment."Mr.Quinn...?Emmett...I need you to tell me,is there anything going on at home...Anything that you need to tell me?..I need to-"Emmett interrupted. "Nothing is going on..now can I please go on to school?"he asked the lady in a stern voice before grabbing his things and walking out of the office.The woman watched Emmett walk away and sighed as he rubbed her temple.Emmett sighed and speed walked out of the building then got into his car and started to drive down to school.Picking up his phone,he pressed the answer button "I went to school..." he said to his dad after he asked where he was."No dad...I'm not at a party.."he told him."No sir..."he answered.Once he hung up,



Emmett stopped the car and took the keys out of the car before laying his head on the steering wheel and crying softly"I don't want to go jail a again mom..."he said and sniffled to himself"It's getting harder to cope with dad....and the bruises are getting worst..."he said to her."So worst that now I have to keep wearing long sleeves or jackets.I mean...now I'm starting.."he stopped and squeezed his eyes shut."I'm starting to dream of dying..."he confessed.He sighed and held his head back trying to calm down.After awhile,Emmett grabbed some tissues and wiped his tears before grabbing his backpack and football.He got out of his car and walked up to the school."Hii Quinn."some females said to him with a smile and some quiet giggles.Emmett smiled halfway and waved to them before going inside the school building.Tossing the football up and down,Emmett eventually got to his locker,which he
redecorated,and put his things it while writing something down on the white board before grabbing his book for math,his football,and his phone.He slammed his locking shut then sent messages on his phone.
 
Alana gulped, staring up at the large building in front of her. Ever since her dad had them uprooted from their nice calm home in Hawaii, she had never felt comfortable. She hated her father for this. Which was something, she shouldn't do, but she couldn't help it. Nothing was familiar, and she knew nothing of this world. She hated her father for doing this to her, her mother for agreeing, and everything else she'd have to deal with now that she was here.


Forcing herself to breath, the blonde convinced herself to walk inside and get this over with. This was really wasn't her scene, and she wanted to go back home. Walking inside the large building, Alana worked to remain calm. She was Alana Kalua, the only daughter to Nahoa Kalua, and Kalua's remained calm in any situation thrown at them.


Another deep breath was taken, a small, polite smile was placed on her face, and she made her way to her locker, quickly unlocking the door. Opening the bag that was drooping on her shoulder, she dug out some of the things she'd need later, putting them inside. Stopping for a moment she sighed, resting her head on some of the cool metal. She really wanted to go home.
 
"Man it's been a while hasn't it?" J.T said. It was going to be a drag for him this year knowing that the paparazzi was going to crowd him like they have been for the past four years. But he was excited for one thing, the love of his life. Jacqueline and him had been talking all summer and been waiting to meet each other since she couldn't see him when she was in Europe. But in retrospection, this was his first year in this academy so J.T was glad that he could meet a bunch of new people and also enhance his writing abilities in English class. There is one thing that he is afraid of though, that people will think of him differently since he is the son of the current leader of the free world..





J.T slowly walked out of his mom's Porsche and said "Thanks for the ride mom, Hopefully today will be a good day." His mom said her good byes and he was off to school. Moments later Paparazzi was already surrounding him and he knew this was going to happen but he just dealt with it and continued too walk to his locker. J.T started to unpack his belongings into his locker and make it fitting according to his personal preferences. It was only the first day of school so he knew that he didn't need anything, so all J.T took was his writing pen and his old writing journal and a new just in case the teacher tries to pull off a assignment. Finally J.T said, "Well here we go.."
 
Brooke sat silent in the back of the car on the way to school, trying to calm herself and keep composed. She hadn't been out or near any form of public thing since she found out about her mother. She'd also especially avoided her father even more, not knowing if she could keep it from him. How was she going to manage this? She wasn't good with all of this and although she didn't really care for her parents she thought they would at least be faithful like they should be but no..... Walking in on that was something Brooke could not seem to forget however hard she tried.


As the car stopped at the school and her driver wished her luck on her first day of the year, Brooke gave a quick smile, took a deep breath and got out. It seemed she couldn't get through the school doors quick enough but luckily, the press barely seemed to notice her thank the heavens for that. She really didn't think she could've dealt with them today, she was bad enough on a good day and today was not one of those.


Reaching her locker, she went to unlock it and found her hand shaking. Forcing it to steady while working the combination, Brooke noticed a guy at the locker next to hers she hadn't seen last year. Well that was new then. Sorting her stuff out, she heard the guy say something and muttered under her breath "You have no idea..." If he was new here then he definitely didn't.
 
Tiara Paige Sinclaire. The angel of DC or at least that's what she was called before everything went downhill after she slept with that dog of a senators son. Now paparazzi was always on her back, trying to catch if she did anything more imperfect in society's standards. The worst part was she lost her virginity at Christian Camp! It's not like she could ever go back there again. Her parents still haven't looked her in the eye ever since they caught wind of what she did. Paige tried to pray and confess of her sins but that still wasn't good enough for her parents. Anything less than perfect wasn't good enough for her parents.


Paige took a deep breath as she looked up at the Washington Academy building. The school ran through her mind all summer after the incident with the Senator of Georgia's son. Would people look at her differently? And what would her after-school Christian group think of her. The only good thing that happened over her summer was meeting her BFF christian camp buddy, Kristina, a senator's daughter. The real travesty that Paige was happy to not see on the front page of Washington Weekly was her BFF, Kristina, kissing her intentionally. The worst part was Paige liked it and that's how Paige led up to losing her virginity. She wanted to see if she was straight so she lost her virginity to a boy and you know what, Paige felt nothing. No sparks like that one simple kiss from Kristina did for her. Paige hadn't spoken or texted to her BFF in awhile after that incident. Paige was sure she was homosexual and it killed her.



Paige shook off her thoughts as she snapped back into reality and walked up the stairs to Washington Academy. Entering the hallway. she saw a bunch of familiar faces and some where even her Christian Camp buddies but of course she was shunned and they all avoided eye contact. God, it was like she had the plague or something. Paige didn't let it get to her though and walked off to her locker in a proud and pristine posture. She gathered her books from her locker and pulled out her Samsung Galaxy s5 then texted her personal assistant, Joshua, what to bring her for lunch. The only reason she got an assistant was to keep her out of trouble. Her parents were so sure she would be doing drugs or something the next time around. It was frustrating, all it was, was a stupid hook up but her parents couldn't see past that with there thick-headed Catholic thinking. God forgave her so why couldn't they. Paige brushed the frustration off for a moment as she closed her locker and strutted down the hallway with her phone in hand, still texting her assistant.



This year was going to be hell...
 

Classes weren't a really important thing to Deck, as if it wasn't obvious. He was warned on several occasions that if he didn't buckle down and actually try this year then he wouldn't see a day in college which his usual response was a simple shrug, considering he does this a lot---a "shrug it off" type of thing. The light haired boy continued down a path he likes to take to Washington Academy to avoid all paparazzi----it was a decent five minute walk. He had a brand new car that literally just sits in the driveway---untouched, unused. Deck chooses walking over driving for the simple reason of the 'no smoking rule' that his parents think he would obey.


With the school now in his sight, Deck nonchalantly kept his pace, figuring the bell could ring any minute and he still hadn't been to his locker. He pulled the front doors open, sliding through the small entrance before shoving his hands back into his pockets. Of course, upon his entrance, heads turned and whispers were being exchanged but it didn't bother him much; he was used to it. His overly careless attitude and rebellious streak tends to bring the most reaction out of people, being good or bad.



He thoroughly studied the students that filled the hallways once he got to his locker, even though the male didn't speak to many he knew more secrets and gossip about them than they could ever expect---he was an observer. As he continued leaning against the faultless locker material, his eyes flickered over to the nearby prom queen, little Miss Jackykins. An apparent smirk on his lips before he swiftly turned around on his heel to lead himself to the back of the school.


 
Jack scowled at the screen of her phone in disgust. Everybody on Twitter was going mad this morning, talking about how the "future president's son" was starting at Washingtonian Academy today. Democrats could be so presumptuous, but Jack would stop at nothing to get her dad in the White House next month. The son everybody was referring to was Declan Bennedict, whose mother was running to be the first female president. As always, Jack had done her research. The guy was her age, and had spent the majority of his life getting kicked out of boarding schools. Not exactly the picture of President's Son material. She wasn't worried at all. Besides, a little competition never hurt anybody.


And speaking of, there was that bad seed, in the flesh. He looked just like the pictures she had dug up, which was a shame before Jack had been hoping he was secretly 900 pounds, or had a third leg, or perspiration problem. Then, the guy had the nerve to throw her a blatant
smirk. Jack stuck her tongue out at his back, trying to resist the urge to go up to him and tell him off right then and there. He was trying to throw shade at the wrong Carmichael. Jack was about to rage-text her father when she spotted the five-foot-eleven brunette perfection that was J.T.


She opened the front screen on her camera to check her lip gloss for any smudges, and once she was primped to perfection she sauntered over to her boyfriend's locker. Coming up behind his back, she pressed her lavender lotion-scented hands to his eyes.



"Guess who?" she purred.
 
"Well hello there gorgeous, It's good to see you again!" How have you been babe? "I really missed you and I'm just glad that i finally get to see you again." As J.T was talking he slowly hugged Jacqueline and squeezed her really tight.
 
Evan rolled his eye's as he saw Jack reconnect with her boyfriend. Their PDA wasn't his idea of a good morning. Fumbling past them to his locker, he opened it and shoved his backpack inside. These were the moments where he wished he was home schooled. Not that he wanted to be around his mother anymore than he wanted to see everyone at school. Leaning against the cool metal lockers her rummaged through his book bag in search of everything he needed for his first class. Maybe going to class and focusing on something else was what he needed right now.
 
Alana groaned at the sight of two others. PDA, was it really necessary? Sure, hand holding, quick kiss or something, but it shouldn't be all out there for everyone to see and comment at. Shaking her head and trying to clear her thoughts, she went back to grabbing what she'd need for her day. When she thought she had everything, she stepped back and closed her locker door. As she started to turn she noticed someone new, who also seemed to dislike the PDA session going on down the hall.


Taking a deep breath, Alana squared her shoulders before calmly approaching the male, going through his things. Wouldn't hurt to introduce herself to someone, right? Right? Clearing her throat, she smiled slightly. "Um, hi. I'm Alana." she greeted.
 
Brooke looked down the hall and noticed the queen bee herself gracing the halls once more. Well that was one person she definitely wanted to avoid, opposite ends of social existence and all like. Basically the world she sucked in and Miss Jacqueline Carmichael was the expert and supreme ruler of all. Her existence was only noticed when someone wanted their homework done for them or someone to bully, otherwise Brooke Goldsworth did not exist as far as the rest of the student body was concerned.


After looking away for a moment and then turning back, it was obvious who Queenie was now making a beeline for - the new guy stood next to her. Of course the queen now had a king, who would've doubted it. And now, looking at the guy again, Brooke realised who it was and it all made sense. Jacob Willington, the country's Golden Boy, of course he was with Queenie. Man, high school was so predictable, she thought to herself as she scowled, shutting her locker quickly and accidentally loudly.
 
Jack sighed intently. So what if that Declan asshole was the shiny new toy at her school. She was the one dating the president's son, which meant that her place on the high school hierarchy was secure. Then, next month, her dad would be elected to take President Willington's place and all would be golden in the life of Jacqueline Carmichael. "Have a good summer?" she asked, planting a kiss on his cheek so everybody would know that he was off limits. She rummaged through her purse and pulled out a stick of gum and popped it in her mouth. She had a bit of a gum-chewing habit. Ever since she read about how constant chewing burned calories, she had been obsessed.


Just then, the warning bell rang. She had English first period, which happened to be the subject she did the best in. At the sound of the bell, all of the freshman burst into fits of panic, trying to find their first classes in the five-minute time span they all had before they were considered late.
 
Emmett~


Emmett looked around at everyone seeing that they were in their own conversation and for once,he wasn't in one of his own.He smirked,his father made more than their fathers,even the president didn't make more than his father.Even thinking of the word "father" made Emmett's throat feel dry as ever so,he grabbed his backpack up off the floor and went over to the water fountain.Taking a sip of water,he had just just heard the bell ring and smiled,gym class was his first period."Hey,Quinn!"someone shouted down the hallway.Emmett looked up and saw one of his team mates then jogged over to him and laughed "Hey man,I don't get why everyone is all ooo aaa over the presidents kid.In fact,if it wasn't for my dad,his father would probably be...beep beep flat line."he told him."Well,people don't think of it that way,they just think of it as a political deal but,don't worry about it...it's no doubt that you're the richest kid in school."he reminded him.Emmett nodded,"Well,of course that's true."he told him and laughed as they walked into the gym.
 
"Yah I did babe, thanks " J.T said at then he noticed it was time to go to class, so he hurried off to his first period which was Science. He didn't mind science but he knew he was going to have to introduce himself to the class and all that jazz. So he walked into the classroom trying to find the farthest away seat as he could. And he got it, the very last seat in the class. "Today's going to be such a drag.."
 
As Evan yanked out a notebook and a pen he heard the small voice of a girl. It sounded like she was talking to him, but he figured she wasn't. He was a grade-a nobody, why the hell would anyone want to talk to him? As he felt her gaze fall upon him, he looked over at her. She was looking directly at him, there was no doubt about it, she was talking to him. Clenching his notebook closer to him, he opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Quickly closing his mouth he averted his gaze to the floor, "I uh, uh. Hi." Pursing his lips he realized how stupid he must have sounded. "I'm Evan...and about to be late to class." He added that last part on as he heard the bell ring. He knew he wasn't going to be late, but talking to people, let alone a girl, wasn't his specialty.
 
Alana winced, hearing the bell ring right after he responded. "I'm really sorry about this, but...um..." she trailed off before taking another breath. "What class do you have first period? I have English, and have no clue where it is." she said, looking down, embarrassed. "Could you tell me where it is...?" she asked. Alana hated feeling like this. She preferred to be in her own element, knowing where she needed to go. She couldn't feel that way here...Hopefully she would be able to leave soon.
 
The second the bell had gone, Brooke had bolted for science class and slid easily into her seat at the front of the class. She'd always sat at the front over the years, never anywhere else. It was comfortable and what she knew, where she could easily see the board and know what the teacher was on about. Plus at the front, no one noticed her, they were too busy paying attention to the people who didn't have their backs to them.


Brooke glanced up briefly and noticed the golden boy walk in, joy of joys. However she was slightly relieved to see no Queenie in tow, that would've just been annoying really.
 
Science class was now starting and J.T was wondering who everybody was.. then there was this one perticually pretty girl in the front of the class. J.T remembers her from last year, In his head he thought "That's Brooke!". As he was all caught up in his thoughts, the teach was calling role and he didn't even hear the teacher so J.T looked like a fool when he did not awnser the teacher. He was done with that teacher for the rest of the day, so J.T pulled out his notebook and started to write and saying "Well here we go...".
 

Once he was out in the back of the school, he heard the bell ring for first period which, of course, followed by the rush of overly panicked teenagers to get to class on time. Amused Declan smirked to himself before leaning against the brick wall by the dumpster. The boy pulled out his pack of cigs before placing one between his lips. Sure, there was that whole no smoking on school property rule but did anyone really think Deck was going to follow it?


He took a glance around the area before lighting the rolled tobacco. His mind was surprisingly still on the Prom Queen ---- it takes a lot for someone to impress Declan and Jack wasn't really
that impressive to the boy, it was a more of 'I wonder if I could actually pursue her.' Deck's always liked a challenge.

 

Jack pouted briefly as her boyfriend rushed off to class. She knew that he was new to the place, but he could have at least said goodbye. She brushed it off, hashing up J.T.'s poor manners to those first day of school jitters that were normally associated with freshman. With a parting hair flip to any lingering admirers, she headed towards English class.


She reached her destination and took a seat, front and center like always. Just then, the final bell rang and the teacher began to call roll. Jack froze when she heard the name "Declan Bennedict" called on the class roster. Seriously? He was in her classes now, too? And of course, true to nature, the guy didn't even bother to show up. She hated those devil-may-care types that liked to pretend not to give a damn about getting into college or making their parents look good. Jack hadn't even spoken one word to the guy and she already wanted to tackle him to the floor of the locker room and strangle him with a shoe lace.


 

Flicking the cigarette bud, Declan pulled the doors to the school open; letting the fresh air out as he did. He was already about ten minutes late to his first period and he knew his mother wouldn't be too proud about that. Deck could hear it now; "Are you trying to embarrass me, Declan Bennadict?" He rolled his eyes at the thought as he reached the English class. Sticking his head in the open door, the boy looked around the class room upon entering. The teacher mentioned something about him being late but he just waved it off by not replying. His eyes flickered over the classroom and noticed the little blonde bombshell that sat in the front ---- predictable. Deck plopped down in a desk right behind her, purposely making enough noise so she'd know, not like she didn't notice him walking in, it was just kind of a dicky thing he likes to do.


The male leaned back into the desk, releasing a sigh as he folded his arms behind his head.



He was so obviously obnoxious but he truly does love it


 

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear, Jack thought to herself as Declan sauntered into the classroom two minutes late. She wrinkled her nose as he took the seat behind her. He reeked of cigarette smoke and bad karma waiting to go into effect. Did he really have to sit so close. Didn't the slackers usually prefer the back of the room? There were still a few seats available right by the sloth that was the son of somebody unimportant on the Supreme Court. Surely the slacker crowd would be better suited for Declan, considering the fact that his mother was about to lose the presidential election. Jack almost lost her shit when he sighed dramatically from behind her. She could practically feel his smugness boring into her back. She whipped around and lowered her voice to a harsh whisper.


"Don't you have a boarding school to go get kicked out of, Tar Breath?"


 
As the teacher went and called roll, it was Brooke who pointed out that Mr Golden Boy was actually in class by way of just pointing her finger over her shoulder at him since he didn't answer. 'Well he was already on the hit list then the silly' she thought to herself as she started to make notes on the class with a practiced ease. Brooke just hoped this year was a bit different, with something new in store other than the usual work and politics and stupid parents.
 

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