A/N: Hey, guys. Here's the first chapter of my new story. I hope you like it. Please review!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter One

Okay, before we get into all this, I just want to make something clear. I was trying to help her. Okay? Don't listen to what Alek says- it's all clart anyway. But really- it was for her own good.

I had no idea it was going to all go wrong.

"You know what I don't understand?" Newkirk asked no one in particular, slamming the newspaper on the table of the Sharp family kitchen.

"Math? Science? Anything to do with girls?" his friend Deryn guessed.

Newkirk glared at her. "Besides that, I mean," he said.

Deryn laughed. "What do you not understand, then?"

"How a bunch of girls all over Europe are fighting over this guy."

Newkirk held up the newspaper for Deryn to see. Her mouth dropped open. "Wow, that guy is hot!"

Newkirk looked at the paper again. The boy in the picture had reddish-brown hair half-covering abnormally large ears. His dark green eyes looked awkwardly to the side as he half-smiled at the camera. "Really? You think this guy's hot? When you're best friends with a male model like yours truly?"

Deryn took the newspaper out of Newkirk's hands and held it up in front of his face. "Much better…"

Newkirk sighed. "What do you girls see in that guy?"

"Everything we don't see in you," Deryn replied.

Newkirk peeked around the paper and studied his friend curiously. Deryn's short blonde hair had made him think she was a boy when they first met, and the fact that she never brushed it really didn't help her case. Her blue eyes were bright and pretty, but there was a film of sadness and anger that covered them, kind of ruining the picture.

Newkirk's gaze drifted towards the chain around Deryn's neck. That was the source of the sadness, he knew. She wore a medal on the chain, something her dad had received a few years back. Right after the accident when he died.

Newkirk was jolted out of his thoughts when Deryn snapped her fingers in front of his face. "Wha- huh?"

"Why were you staring at me?" she demanded.

Newkirk grabbed the newspaper still in her hands and stood up. "Nothing, sorry. I gotta go, I need to say goodbye to my parents before they leave for Fresno. See you here tonight?"

Deryn sighed. "Yeah, I guess. But bring me a copy of that paper, will you? I want to look at that hot guy some more."

Newkirk gave her a thumbs-up, only listening. "Yeah, got it, whatever. See ya!"

He left Deryn's house, opening the newspaper again. His plan formulated in his mind all the way home, and when he finally arrived, he realized something.

The boy in the paper had the same sadness in his eyes that Deryn did.

A/N: Sorry the first chapter's so short, the next one's longer, I promise. I hope you liked the story so far and please review!