---Crystal---

Life can be so frustrating and freaking annoying.

I can't believe we had to move again. This is the third time I'm moving in two years. This is also the third time I'm changing schools. Mom and Dad did promise that this would be the last time though.

I'm seriously not gonna stand for any of their shit anymore. I'm just not going to finish high school in so many years from now.

I don't know if I have much time on my side anymore, I believe anything can happen to anyone at any time so we all need to be very careful.

A little introduction.

I'm Crystal Jenner, the only child of Mr. Will Jenner and Mrs. Pen Jenner.

The house is quite pretty and well furnished.

BuckHams High.

That's what's written on the form my mom brought home last night. That's my new school and I'm to start there by tomorrow.

New schools aren't a major problem for me anymore. I'm used to being looked at as the new girl and meeting the badass bitches in high school.

I decided to visit the nearby hairdresser to style my hair in a new way. I dressed up in a blue shirt and white jean short skirt with just light makeup. I walked out and saw a salon nearby.

"Oops!." I felt cold liquid on my shirt.

I looked up and saw a beautiful blonde girl my age I think looking at me apologetically. She's holding a can of soda and it's cold.

"I'm so sorry for this. I didn't mean to" She apologized trying to wipe my shirt.

I took the towel from her and wiped myself, Such a bad day already.

"It's okay. It's okay." I told her.

"What's going on here?." An older blonde lady rushes into the salon.

"It's a mistake mom. I already apologized." The young girl said.

"You need to be very careful Phoebe. I'm sorry young lady. What can we do for you?." The older lady, Phoebe's mom asked me.

I smiled. "I wanted to style my hair."

"You don't look familiar, you're new here right?." Phoebe asked.

I nodded and sat down on the customer seat.

They're so weird and nice though, they look much alike too. I guess they own the place.

"You're in the right place. Phoebe gets me my styling kit."

Phoebe won't stop looking at me like a curious cat. I know that look when I see one, she's trying to ask questions since I'm new. Questions regular girls asked like, why did I move? What school will I be attending?

If only she knew the hell I've been through these few years. It's disheartening. After a while, my hair has been nicely done with a touch of a little makeup. Phoebe did ask me questions later, I got to know that we'll be attending the same school.

Phoebe's mom is nice. She didn't take a dime from me and yet my hair looks so amazing. She also gave me small treatment for my skin.

I got home after exploring the neighborhood with Phoebe. I wonder if she has any friends at all. I don't think she's someone who can't make friends with the way she is.

Mom was already back from her outing with Dad and she's preparing dinner.

"Where have you been all day Crystal? You've had us worried! You weren't picking your calls or replying to texts either." Dad scolded me as soon as I got in.

Oh, shoot! I scratched my hair. I forgot to take my phone along because I didn't think I'd take that long outside.

"I'm sorry Dad. I was out making my hair and exploring the neighborhood. I didn't realize I took so long." I explained.

"Didn't I tell you not to worry about her Will? She's old enough to take care of herself." Mom said leaning on the kitchen door with arms crossed.

Mom's hard to scare sometimes. She always has this belief that nothing bad will happen to me as long as I stay out of trouble. Which I always do.

"I'm sorry for getting you worried Dad." I hugged Dad with a smile.

"It's an okay princess." He faced Mom. "Is dinner ready darling?."

Mom rolled her eyes.

"Almost. Go set the table Crystal before your Dad eats us." She said making me laugh.

•••THE NEXT MORNING•••

°°°BUCKHAMS HIGH°°°

I'm going around school with the school map. This school is huge contrary to what I thought it would be like. There are so many students, I shrugged and found my way to the principal's office.

I managed to finally get registered and shown my locker, now I have to find my class. I put my bag in my locker ready to take out my book when I heard someone calling my name.

Most people stared at me, I mean eyes have been on me since I came in because I look new but not the way they're looking at me now. How embarrassing.

"Hi Crystal!." I realized Phoebe calling me. She was running towards me with her books in hand and a smile.

I decided to smile back to ease the tension. I'll just play along like I'm supposed to.

"Hi, Phoebe! It's so nice to see you!." I hugged her when she stopped in front of me.

"Me too Crystal. How are you holding up?." She asked.

I shrugged.

"I'm trying to cope. I was about to go to my class. Can you help me find this class?." I showed her my map.

She let out a loud gasp.

"That's my class too! It's also the TAME's class! The top class in the whole school! You're lucky Crystal."

"Whoa. Slow down a little. Who is the TAME? Or whatever it is. And why am I lucky? isn't it just a regular class?."

"There are so many things you don't know about this school yet. TAME is the name for the four most popular and cutest, sexiest, everything boys in school." She started.

The bell rang and everyone started moving to class including us. But she continued telling me about these TAME people. Is that even a name? Yuck.

"T stands for Tristan, the first and cutest of them all. He's the leader and also a bad boy. He plays girls a lot so beware of him, he doesn't give up until he gets what he wants.

A stands for Aidan, He's Tristan's cousin and also very cute. He's super intelligent but he's always talkative and funny.

M stands for Michael. He's closest to Tristan as they were friends since childhood. He's very quiet and hardly talks to people except for his friend. We don't know if he has an interest in girls yet. He's just too hot to not want a girl.

E stands for Ethan. He's like the spokesman for them. He snubs a lot and only flirts with girls with big boobs. He's just the description of a Casanova."

I scratched my head. It's like she just read a whole textbook for me. TAME or whatever they are, I'm not interested in them.

We got to the class entrance, I was pushed by someone I don't know. I saw her face. She was with three other girls and I'm guessing this is the popular bitches squad.

I wanted to say something but Phoebe stopped me.

"You can't do anything. Just let them go. I'll tell you about them later." She said.

They eyed me and walked into the class. Now, what will these be called? What more am I going to learn in this school before the whole day even starts at all?