A/N: Well Hello! This is my second story... the plot came to me while I was trying to go to sleep. Always happens to me...the weirdest things come to me when I don't expect it...Anyway, on to the story.

Chapter 1

It was a normal day, just like every other day. I woke up in the morning to the shrill shriek of my mother, demanding that I wake up. Sighing I rolled out of bed, and rubbed my bleary eyes as I made my way to the bathroom.

I quickly brushed my teeth, washed my face and took the fastest shower in record time. I stood in front of the foggy mirror and ran a comb through my shoulder-length dark red locks. My hair was so red it looked almost black. I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. Not that I was doing an I'm-so-hot-that's-why-I'm-sighing. It was more like an I'm-so-normal kind of sigh. I was pretty good looking, don't get me wrong there, but I wasn't really hot, or anything. I have shoulder length hair that spikes up at the ends naturally. I've got piercing green eyes that get mistaken for grey sometimes, peach-ish complexion, and I've got an okay figure. Nothing to die for.

I slowly made my way out of the bathroom and changed into a black tank top and a pair of normal jeans. I pulled my hair back into a scrunchie, groaning when most of my bangs fell out into my eyes.

"Callidora! Breakfast is ready!"

I groaned. Damn, I know my name sounds a little bit weird, but my dad's Greek, so what do you expect? Even though my dad's Greek, I don't look anything like him, except for my lovely nose, but that's all it is. I inherited all my looks from my mum, except my green eyes, both my parents have got brown eyes, so they've got no idea where I got my green eyes from.

"Callidora Aileen Quinn! If you do not come down this instant, you'll be late!"

"Coming, mom!" I quickly made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen, where my brother was seated.

"Hey twerp. You're up early!" My brother Adrian grinned.

"Shut up and I'm not a twerp!" I retorted. It's annoying having an older brother. He's annoying, and always says something to piss me off.

Adrian is two years older then I at 20. He's 6'2, has brownish blonde hair, brown eyes, an olive complexion and a muscular body, all scrawny guys would die for. Basically he's an exact replica of my father. Guys glare at his good looks and the girls swoon, basically he's known as a 'Greek God' and a legend at his old high school and college.

"Callidora!" My mum threatened.

I glared at my grinning brother and grabbed a piece of toast from my brother’s plate.

"Twerp!" My brother glared.

" Adrian!" My mum exclaimed.

'Ha ha,' I mouthed at Adrian while my mum's back was turned.

"Off you go, both of you. If you don't hurry, you'll be late," Mom warned.

"Yes, mum," We chanted.

Adrian grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, as I grabbed his car keys and raced out the door.

"Calli! You're not driving!" Adrian exclaimed running out the door behind me.

"Says, who?" I grinned from the driver’s seat, key in the ignition.

"Says me. So get out," Adrian declared.

"Hmm...let me think about that...how about...no."

"Calli! If you don't get out now, I won't drive you to school," Adrian threatened.

"I don't think you're in the position to be making demands, do you? Since I'm the one with the car keys," I smirked evilly.

"Fine," My brother surrendered, “but if we get a ticket, you're paying for it."

I punched a fist into the air in triumph. I was getting to drive Adrian's sleek silver Mercedes Benz.

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"You are never, ever, ever, ever, ever driving my car, EVER again!" Adrian gasped.

"What?" I smiled innocently, “I didn't get a ticket."

"You drove past ten stop signs, you almost killed an old lady crossing the streets, and you ran over a squirrel, bird, and turtle. You almost crashed into three trees, and ran four red lights, and you smile innocently and ask, ‘what?'" Adrian exclaimed. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack, or maybe he already had one. Oh well. He needed something to perk up his very boring life. Maybe he wouldn’t take it for granted any longer…hah! Probably not.

"Sorry?" I smiled innocently at him. I was an angel.

"Oh no! Sorry is not going to cut it. You are never driving my car, ever again!"

That's what he's saying now; I bet I'll probably be driving it tomorrow. Besides, didn't Mum always tell us, 'never to say never'?

I handed the keys back to my brother and made my way into my school, Linda F. Collegiate. My brother attended the College located right beside the high school. L.F.C, was a pretty ok school, except for all the stuck up snobs, but I'd live. It was nothing I couldn't handle.

"Calli! Hey wait up!"

I turned around to face Diana, my best friend since kindergarten. Diana had long brown hair, blue eyes, high cheekbones, and stood at 5'7, unlike me who's petite and stands at 5'2. Well if worse comes to worse; I can always wear high heels, right?

"Hey Diana, what's up?'

"Nothing really. I just heard that there's a new student at school."

"Boy or girl?" I asked as we reached my locker, and I began to punch in my combination.

"Boy! I heard he's from Australia, with looks and a body to die for."

"That's nice," I replied as I reached into my locker for my books, and slammed my locker door shut.

"Calli!" Diana exclaimed, exasperated

"What?" I asked.

"Are you sure you're not lesbian?"

"Yes, I'm sure!" I snapped, “Just because I don't swoon at every guy that walks by me, doesn't mean I'm a lesbian."

"Oh ok, I was just making sure," Diana replied as she blabbered on about the new guy. Diana's my best friend and all, but sometimes I just feel like shutting her up.

"Bye Diana," I waved to my best friend, as I began walking in the opposite direction.

"Huh? Where are you going, and why are you waving at me?"

"I'm going to homeroom," I told her, rolling my eyes.

"Oh!" Diana scurried off to her homeroom; sometimes I swear she can be such a ditz.

I entered my homeroom, and took a seat way at the back, that's where I always sit. Usually no one bothers me when I sit at the back, and I don't really like to be bothered

"Hey Calli."

"Hey Linda," Linda's part of the cheerleading squad, but she's just not as ditzy as the cheerleading captain, Michelle. Linda actually qualifies as one of my friends, because she's one of the cheerleaders who can actually carry on an intelligent conversation with me.

"Sup?"

"Nothing much, you?"

"Have you seen the new guy?"

I sighed inwardly, was everybody obsessed with this new guy? What was so good about him? He was just a guy, it wasn't like he was a god or anything, “no, I haven't, have you?"

"No, but I heard he's the hottest guy on the face of the earth," Linda squealed.

I raised my eyebrow unbelievably; I doubted he was the hottest guy on the face of the earth. I mean there could be tons of hotter guys out there.

"Class settle down!" Mr. Michels, my homeroom teacher declared as he wobbled into the classroom. Mr. Michels was a short stubby guy with a bald spot on his head, and a potbelly. “Now that everyone is settled, I'd like to introduce our new student. Come on in."

The door opened and a handsome guy walked in. He stood at 6'2 with dark black hair, so black it almost looked blue, ocean blue eyes, and a muscular body. I immediately turned away; he was probably a dumb idiot who always had women swooning over him.

"Perhaps you can introduce yourself?" Mr. Michels requested.

"G'Day! The name's Nicklaus Levi, but ya'll can call me Nick. My family and I, we just moved here from Australia," Whoop de doo, somebody give him a medal. Jeez homeroom is so boring.

"Well, Mr. Levi you can take your place beside Miss Quinn," Mr. Michels instructed. He was probably going to sit beside some dumb blonde, most likely Michelle. Oh well, not like I really cared whom he sat beside. As long as it wasn’t me, I’d be perfectly fine.

"Miss Quinn?"

"Yes sir?" I looked up at the frumpy Mr. Michels. Why was he calling me now, what did I do this time?

"Could you raise your hand?"

I looked at him confusedly, “what for?" The class burst out laughing at that. Huh? Why is the class laughing? And why did he just ask me to raise my hand?

"So that Mr. Levi knows where to sit," Mr. Michels explained slowly, as if he was talking to a baby.

I frowned annoyed and raised my hand, damn the idiot was going to sit beside me. Just great! It was probably the new guy that Diana was talking about in the morning. He was probably some lame-ass cocky jock, just like the rest of them.

The stupid jock made his way down the aisle, lingering at each desk, as he finally got to the seat beside me. (On the left).

I ignored the idiot and put all my attention in front of me, at Mr. Michels. I was very engrossed in the roll call, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to look at the idiot, who handed me a folded scrap of paper. I looked at him weirdly, but accepted the paper nonetheless.

I put the paper under the desk and opened it. Inside it were three words written clearly.

You Are Mine

I turned to look at him; he had a wide smirk spread across his handsome face. Ok so I find the idiot handsome. I do have hormones. But what the hell was this crap, he was going on about? Where the hell did he get this crap? What planet was he living on? Who the hell did he think he was, declaring I was his? I was no one's, especially not his. And damn him, if he thought I was going to take the crap that he was going to spit out.

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A/N: So how was it? I hope you liked it? Just so you all know Nicklaus, Callidora and all the other characters belong to me.just not their names. Umm...also I'm looking for a Beta…so if anybody's interested...just say so in your review.