A/N: I'm editing the second chapter due to my sister's demand. Here's how our conversation went:

Trish: Are you casting Louis Prades as Eric?

Me: Yep.

Trish: Who's bald? I saw a picture of Louis Prades when he had short hair. And on the other picture, he has some sort of a bed head.

Me: Oh, Eric is the one with the longer hair. I don't know who I'm going to pattern Lance after, though. They're fraternal.

Trish: What the, you made them twins but they're not identical? You stupid, stupid, bitch!

Me: So I have to make them identical?

Trish: YES!

Okay so here I am, changing the second chapter making them identical. Okay? THEY ARE IDENTICAL TWINS, not fraternal. I'll be dead if I don't change it. :p

"Anna Kassia Scott!" Cecile bellowed as she entered Anna's room without even the barest knock. "You will get out of that bed this instant." She ordered as she pulled the blankets off her friend's sleeping form.

Anna stirred and blinked thrice before recognizing Cecile. "Cecile?" she asked and glanced at the minimalist digital white clock on the wall above her television. Almost six o'clock AM. Wait a minute, six o'clock in the morning? "Damn it, who in God's name wakes up her best friend at 6 AM? Are you out of your mind?" She demanded and pulled her blankets on top of her body, curled into a ball.

Cecile ripped off her blankets and made Anna stare at her face. "Anna." She said a bit more gently, "What date is it today?"

Anna rubbed her dropping eyelids and glanced at her clock once more. It showed the date, day, and the time of five different cities located all over the world, New York, Paris, Los Angeles, Tokyo and London. "Sixth of May. Happy?" she replied unfeelingly and tried to regain her drowsiness. She was in the middle of a dream wherein she played the female counterpart of David Beckham. It was no use. She was awake.

"And?"

"And what?"

"And what happens on the sixth of May?"

"Uh," Anna muttered as she rubbed the part of her skull where her frontal lobe was located. She had no resemblance of an idea of what in the world Cecile was talking about. Her birthday was September, her parent's anniversary was August, what the hell is up? Then she remembered, how could she have forgotten? She's been hearing all about today since they saw that episode of Jay Leno. "Johnny Depp's new movie will be out in the cinemas today?"

Cecile stared at her friend blankly. "No, that won't be out till the sixth of next month." She explained and stole Anna's blanket, wrapping it on herself. "Although, it's already out in Beijing. Those scoundrels had already pirated it even before it was released in the U.S. Soon, they must be out on Walmart since everything sold at Walmart came from China, anyway."

Anna laughed and wrestled to grab hold of her blanket again. "You are watching too much of Jay Leno!" she exclaimed while finally taking control of the blanket. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"Well why did you rob me of my dreams at freaking 6 AM?"

"I did? I didn't."

Anna gaped at Cecile. "Yes you did!" she protested. "You woke me up!"

She grinned. "I wasn't supposed to."

"Then why did you?"

"It's May sixth." Cecile replied as if it was the most normal thing in the whole, wide, sphere of a world. Anna, of course, could only stare at her empty words.

"You still haven't told me what's so important about May six." Anna pointed out and pulled Cecile's finger out of the girl's mouth. She'd been gnawing on them since she was a kid, a terrifying nail-biter, that girl. All those colorful manicures usually prevent her from touching even her pinky, but now it was polish-less and is prone to her teeth obsession.

"You really can't remember?" she said and resumed chewing her nails.

Anna pulled her hand away from her mouth to stop her nail-biting. Then it dawned on her. "Oh, my, freaking, God!" she screamed in a voice that would pass as a soprano and ran towards her bathroom without as much as an explanation. Cecile smiled triumphantly, accomplishing the impossible, getting Anna Scott out of bed when she's in the middle of a dream.

Soccer workshop! St. Andrew! Physics! Everything came flooding back and she laughed at herself for planning this day as a lie-in-bed-the whole-day-watching-crappy-DVDs.

"Oh crap." Anna muttered as she rushed to the shower. It was enclosed in a cylindrical glass, framed by stainless steel. The glass began to mist as she shampooed her hair. For some unknown reason, she hated the steam that comes with showering, but she loved the mist forming on the glass. She traced her name with her index finger, looking at it with a wave of pride, yet she wondered how it would have felt to be someone else. She had been Anna Kassia Morgan Scott all her life, and of course it wouldn't make any sense if she wasn't and changed identities every so often. But it just felt tiring, to be her and no one else, to live up to everyone's high standards, to feel accomplished but not appreciated. If someone sees her failures, she would be reprimanded. However, if she does everything perfectly, they take it for granted and she would get as much as a pat on the back. No one could stress perfection more than her mother. And she made sure that Anna and her brother, Andrew, kept that in mind.

She looked down at her body. She was tall and thin. Cecile often told her that hers was one of a runway model. Cecile wasn't exaggerating either, agencies had come up to her, and she had accepted some of the offers to grace the runways, but only if Cecile was with her. She had no ounce of fat, and she was aware that girls turn to anorexia or even the devilish bulimia to achieve a body that was just like hers. She did not get comfort from that, however. Her mind were not as feeble as others, she saw herself as a wakeboard. Despite the advantages of being like a clothes hanger, not having to try clothes on when she buy them because of the guarantee that it would look good on her no matter what, she still felt a bit vulnerable. A wakeboard, she shook her head.

She washed her name away with a swipe of water. She erased the options of living her life as someone else. It's frightening enough to have summer. Hold on, scratch that, she had the soccer workshops and the Physics course. There are a lot of people to meet, and opportunities to learn. Yes, this should prove to be an interesting summer.

"Anna!" Cecile called from her room with a trace of command. "Be faster or I'm leaving without you!"

"Of course you won't leave me." Anna laughed and wrapped her head in a towel. "You won't have anyone to be with if you do."

Years ago, they'd shut off all the other girls and got contented with each other. They've decided as six graders that every girl other than them are losers. Now, of course, that wasn't the case anymore. They simply loved each other enough that they didn't need anyone else.

"Oh, I'll have someone alright." Cecile threatened without the hint of the mockery she masked. "I'll have that hell of a Lance to accompany me." She added, referring to the guy she met at the bookstore while waiting for Anna.

"Who?"

"The guy who got the book I wanted!" she replied in exasperation. "Can you please remember the guys I tell you about for, like, sometimes?"

"Oh yeah, him!" Anna nodded in the memory. She went out of the bathroom in her white robe and dried her hair with the towel.

Cecile shot her a look and smiled. "I guess I won't need Lance."

"Like hell." Anna grunted, laughed, and run to her closet to get her soccer clothes. She pulled on a blue pair of shorts, a white tank top and gold slippers. "Cecile, can you throw me that gold tote by my bed?"

Cecile took the massive Le Sportsac tote and threw it towards Anna. She caught it with one hand and shoved her shin guards, gold-stripped white Adidas cleats, blue socks, jersey, and a change of clothes inside with one swift motion. She was out of the door before Cecile knew what was going on. "Cecile! You'll rush out of this room at this moment!"

Cecile shook her head. "What the hell, I was polishing my nail one minute while urging you to rush and I'm running after you in the next." She panted as she tried to catch up with Anna.

Thirty minutes later, Anna was up and about doing soccer drills. She ran with the ball and led it easily around the orange cones the coaches set up in a line. There were four sets of cones and each line had a group of five girls. Anna was with two girls from Lauren College for girls and two from a co-ed prep school called St. Bridget.

"Wow, aren't you getting tired?" Felicia, a Lauren girl, asked Anna after a few rounds of breathless turns. "You've been done the drill five times!"

Anna laughed. "I've been doing this since I was a baby, I can't get tired even if I forced myself to be." She exclaimed, without the slightest intention of bragging. "Anyway, I've only done five, my goal is ten." She added and started to run again, dribbling the ball in front of her.

"Hey Anna, Felicia, Antoinette!" Felicia's friend, Marga, called from under the shade of the big oak tree, where she was sitting beside the other girl from the group, Jessica. "Come over here for a while, will you?"

The three girls agreed reluctantly and sat with the two. "Yep?" Anna inquired as she squatted beside Felicia, a bottle of ice cold water in hand.

"Check out the other class." Marga nodded towards the other side of the enormous field. Anna strained to see what was there. Five goals were lined up side by side, and five more on the opposite, facing them. They formed five mini fields, reasonable enough to accommodate plays or practice games. It was much like the side they occupied, except for the fact that the occupants were their male counterparts. St. Andrews separated the female class with the male, for obvious reasons.

Antoinette giggled and pointed on a certain black-haired guy, running across one of the mini fields while dribbling a ball towards the goal. "He is the guy I'm going to marry." She announced and patted herself at the back in a mocking way.

Anna laughed and lifted her gaze from the field towards the Adonis incarnate. "Oh, God." She gasped and her jaw dropped. She wasn't one to like someone for looks, she wasn't even one to like dark-haired guys. However, for some reason, she looked up towards the sky and fell on her back. "That guy is dreamy."

Hell, she can't even find cute guys herself. She mostly relied on Cecile's taste since her own boy radar was mostly off. When someone points out one guy, she takes a quick look and approves or disapproves. But to select a lone guy from the mass of boy hormone-driven bunch of human beings? Anna wasn't one to succeed.

"Who is he?" Felicia prodded and tapped Antoinette's shoulder, eyes still intently staring on Mr. Adonis.

Antoinette shook her red head. "I have no idea." She sighed and followed Felicia's eyes.

Marga stood up and brushed the leaves off her skirt. "I don't know with you, but I'm opting to find out." She announced and began to walk casually towards the other side of the field.

At that very moment, as if on cue, Coach Sanders called the whole class' attention through the blow of her whistle. She motioned for everyone to sit in front of her and everyone obliged almost without defiance. Coach Jim Sanders was a middle-aged man, with a hideous yet authoritative thick gray mustache, the same color as the hair that had receded way past his hairline. He had a round firm belly bulging out of his white collared shirt which he tucked inside his black shorts. His white and green cap completed his look; he would've passed as an old, boring golfer if it wasn't for his whistle, clipboard, and soccer ball in tow.

"Margarita, come back here this instant!" Jessica called her friend's back.

Marga did not hear Jessica's call, nor did she hear the whistle Coach Sanders blew to get her attention. She was concentrated on going for the kill, Mr. Adonis-incarnate.

"Scott! Run after your team mate, would you?" Coach Sanders barked and Anna, more because of the tone of voice rather than the command, jumped up and ran after Marga, who, by now, was approaching the devil.

Anna caught her arm in time before she reached him. "Come with me." She said in between panting breaths.

"Why?" Marga narrowed her eyes and laughed at Anna's warning eyes. She followed her team mate's gaze towards the already bunched together class of girls. They were sitting Indian style on the ground, waiting for their coach to begin talking. Her face lost its mirth as she ran back to their side of the field with Anna. "I get it."

They sat at the very back of the group and had to endure Sanders' glare, which had a glint of a smile, but nevertheless screaming I'm-a-disciplinarian. He began explaining the drills, the rules, and the schedule for the module. The next hour and thirty minutes, the girls were beat by the drills that even Anna had to admit exhaustion. The Adonis-incarnate talk was abandoned and he wasn't mentioned for a second time the whole session. No one had time to talk, anyway.

They headed towards the shower rooms in silence. Anna changed into a pair of black dressy shorts made with a smooth, soft fabric that had dark zippers along the baggy pockets. She secured it with a white belt with a golden buckle and pulled on a blue and white stripped tank top. As she was fastening her gold platform sandals, her Motorola mobile rang. "Hello?" she asked, while tucking the phone between her head and shoulders.

"Hey, where are you?" Cecile's voice chirped.

"Shower rooms." Anna replied and moved on to the next sandal. "God, I'm beat."

"I'll fetch you so you wouldn't walk all the way to the restaurant, alright?"

"Remind me to get you a cup of chamomile tea to show my love for you!" Anna laughed and said goodbye. At that moment, Marga stepped out of the shower room wrapped in a towel. "You look sexy, my friend." Anna smiled teasingly. "Mr. Adonis would kill to see you wet like that!"

Marga threw her a bottle of shampoo which she ducked from, nearly avoiding it, but Marga's aim proved to be true. It hit her square in the stomach and she laughed. "What!"

"I almost got his name too." Marga squared her shoulders and grinned in mock pride.

"And would've endured more of Sanders' wrath." Felicia pointed out as she too came out of the shower and sat on the bench.

"Speaking of Sanders," said Jessica who's brushing her hair in front of the mirror. "I heard he does have an assistant. Coach Aliana, but she's not around today."

"Oh, he told me so when I asked him why he was alone." Added Antoinette. "He said she refused to allow us to know her last name. I have no idea why."

"Oh! Aliana?" Anna exclaimed. "That means she's a girl! I hope she's lovely."

Jessica narrowed her eyes at Anna, the seriousness of her stare is obviously not present, instead, mirth filled her green eyes. "What are you thinking?"

"There'd be someone to help us get to Mr. Adonis!" Marga nodded in understanding while giggled like a grade-schooler.

"My thoughts exactly." Anna laughed and stood to leave. "Anyway, I'm off to have lunch then go to the Physics advance class at the High School Building."

Felicia turned to wrestle her new friend. "You nerd!" she screamed. "Why are you taking up Physics!"

Anna escaped Felicia's attack by a quarter of an inch. "Because!"

Felicia sighed and faked a miserable voice. "Go, go now before I pull you out of that wrathful experience."

Anna grinned and ran for the door, shouting her goodbyes. When she managed to get out of the shower room safely, she was astounded by the sight of Mr. Adonis. He was alone, looking at the door of the gym. The shower rooms were located at the basement of the St. Andrew's college gym, and to enter the basement, you'll have to pass the back door. There wasn't a way to enter the basement from inside the gym, except for the hidden door where the players pass through during games, but that door is always locked unless an official game is scheduled.

She gaped at this beautiful boy. She shook her head; she wasn't one to crush on a good-looking guy. She usually got to know the guy first before even feeling the slightest bit of romantic affection for him. Cecile always called her hostile and numb, which she actually is when it comes to finding guys.

Mr. Adonis-incarnate was shortly joined by another guy who came from the shower room, and they left the

Eric stood by the gym's back door, waiting for Matt. Lance had gone ahead with another team mate to the McDonalds right outside the campus. He was tired from the training. The team shared the field with the various workshop people today. They were training with them every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. But on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday, they'll have the fields all to themselves. Today's training was rather light, with only a few drills because of the lack of space. The coach refused to use the college soccer field because it was too far away, already nearing the entrance of the campus. The High School building was located farthest from the gate.

Matt emerged from the men's shower room a few minutes later. "Come on, Eric." He said as he approached his friend.

"We're eating at McDonalds?" Eric asked, stating the obvious. His mind was blank as of the moment, his body was tired from running.

"Are you okay?" Matt laughed as he lead him out the glass doors by pulling him by the wrist.

Eric nodded and looked back inside, wondering if he left anything. He was shocked to get a glimpse of a blond girl. She was, she was, her! His body limped and his mind jumped from one place to another before functioning properly. When he got back to his senses, Matt had already somehow managed to bring him out towards the sidewalk.

"Matt!" Eric yelled as he pulled his hand free. "Matt, stop!"

Matt spun and faced Eric "What?"

"I…" Eric began, he can't very well explain that he saw a girl. "I have to go back." He managed to say. He had to go back, he had to see her and introduce himself.

"Why? I checked, we didn't leave anything."

"I…" he can't think of a plausible excuse. "I have to, uh, I left my, I will, I'll get the, ah hell."

Matt laughed. "Damn you, boy. Go ahead. I'll wait for you there."

Eric grinned at his own stutter. He can't even manage a single straight sentence out, he must be smitten. He laughed at the audacity of the thought. Nah, he was just curious, he decided. But then again, why was he heading towards the glass doors at the moment?

Much to his disappointment, when he got to the glass doors, the girl was not inside anymore. He turned sharply to his left; a car was zooming off. It was the same convertible she rode before. She was sitting inside, her hair flying behind her back.

"Hell." He muttered to himself and walked to McDonalds.

A/N: I was supposed to continue writing, but my Mom told me we're going to mass. Hell. )) I'll go to mass then go back to writing. Okay?

For the reviewers:

Pieces of the Sun: Yeah, actually I started writing the first two or three chapters after reading the series. :-/ Hell. I read it after one year and decided to change the plot. Thanks for reading! They'll meet soon! Maybe in the next three chapters or so. I'm not ready for them to meet yet! Haha! I'd like them to see each other and follow each other around, anyway!

Dreamweaver138: Thanks for reviewing! I'm working on it.

Sine Die: Hehe, thanks! I will! I promise to update.