Wilstead High School
At 7:45, Jett walked proudly into Wilstead High School. He waved hello to
a couple of his friends as he walked through the hallways. At his locker
stood a couple of freshmen trying to get his attention. Most likely, they
wanted to ask him to the school dance that was coming up. As always, he
threw his usual grin their way, but he kept on walking right past them.
Usually, he would stop to flirt a little, but this morning, he had to get
to the office to get some forms signed saying he could miss school for a
couple of days while he went to LA to shoot some special scenes of
Jett hurried to the front office; he didn't want to be late. When he
arrived at the double glass doors, he almost ran into them. For inside
the office, there was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen standing
at the secretary's desk. She turned around and began to walk towards the
door that Jett was standing at. Immediately, he turned on the charm and
opened the door for her. "Hi," he said as he flashed her a grin. The girl
returned a nervous smile, mumbled something that sounded to Jett like
thanks, and quickly walked away. Jett watched her as she turned down the
hallway, intrigued. Within moments though, Jett snapped back into
reality. He walked into the office and got his forms signed.
By the time he had everything done and was sitting in his first period
classroom, he had almost forgotten about the girl. Sure, she had been
pretty, but Jett saw beautiful girls everyday, and it was easy for him to
get her out of his head. Besides, he had Kayla. Kayla West. Kayla Lynn
West. They had recently confessed that they liked each other, and ever
since, they had been a couple.
In the middle of Mrs. Browning's lecture on cells, the classroom door
opened. The students looked up from their notes. A girl walked in whom
they had never seen before. She seemed awfully small to be in their
class; she couldn't have been any taller than 5'1". Her hair was a couple
of inches longer than her shoulders. She had rich brown eyes, the build
of a ballerina, and was dressed very sophisticatedly. Everyone in the
class was fascinated by her, especially Jett. He had seen her before.
This girl was the same girl he had seen in the office!
The teacher had the new girl stand in front of the room and introduce
herself to the rest of the class. "OK.um. hi. My name is Audrey.
Audrianne, actually. That's my first name. Audrianne. But, you can call
me whatever you want. I'll answer to Audrey or Anne or Audrianne or even
to 'hey, you' on occasion." She paused. "I, umm-uh. I just moved to
Wilstead. From New York. We had to come here because of my dad's job.
They moved him here from New York. Oh, right. I already said that. Uhh.
Hobbies. Hobbies. Well, I like modeling. I used to model a lot back home.
But I don't know if I will anymore. And, I guess that's it." With that,
Mrs. Browning had Audrianne sit in an empty seat near the back of the
room while she finished giving her lecture.
Kayla couldn't help but notice the new girl. Even worse, she couldn't
help but notice every male in the room notice the new girl. As soon as
she had entered the room, all the guys stopped doodling and sleeping and
paid extremely close attention to her ramble on about herself. One thing
Kayla knew for sure, this new girl sure sucked at public speaking.
However, she also knew that every single guy in that classroom wanted to
ask this Audrianne chick to the dance, and she really didn't see what the
big deal was. So what if she was little and cute and beautiful and a
former model from New York? At least Jett wouldn't make over her. Jett
was her boyfriend. And no matter what, she and Jett would go to the dance
together. Although, he hadn't formally asked her yet, she knew that it
was just understood. Wasn't it?
After class, Audrianne quickly packed up her books and strolled out
the door. She needed to figure out exactly where room 226B was for her
second period history class. "Audrianne! Wait up!" she heard a male voice
behind her. Audrey turned around to see the most handsome boy ever running
up behind her. He was tall, and built, and had great eyes. She wondered why
he was talking to her.
"Hi," said the good-looking boy as he grinned down at her. He had a nice
"Oh, um. Hi," said Audrey as she gave a little timid smile.
"I'm Jett Jackson. Welcome to Wilstead." He stuck out his hand and
offered it to her. Close by, Kayla was watching the whole incident.
"You can just call me Audrey," said Audrey nervously as she stuck out
his hand to meet his. "This school year is going to be a very interesting
one," Audrey thought to herself. "A very interesting one, indeed."