Not Everything is Black and White

Summary: Lawrence High School is a prodigious private school where the students are divided between the Blacks and the Whites, two opposing fractions, led by two rival twin brothers that is until Katelyn steps in and decides to interfere. But what happens when she finds herself stuck between the opposing brothers?

Important Author's Note: This story, in no way or form, is prejudice against any group of people. It has nothing to do with skin color but... something you'll find out if you read the story, so PLEASE don't accuse this story of being racist. Thank you! Oh, and this is based off a series called The Penguin Brothers.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I reached out an arm and rammed the off button on my alarm clock before sitting up in my bed, rubbing my eyes groggily. My short, brown hair was a disheveled mess all over my head. My hazel eyes trailed to the red numbers on my clock, which read 6:40.

Oh crap! Today's the first day of my new school! I can't be late! I thought as I flung off my covers and jumped out of bed. I rummaged through the closet until I found the outfit I had just gotten for the occasion. It was a black-colored top with a white sweater, along with a matching black skirt, which reached just a couple of inches above my knees. Yes, it was a skirt. I haven't worn a skirt in years, but I decided to get it since it was cute, and I had to give a good impression to the students and teachers at my new school. After I donned on the brand new outfit, I ran into the bathroom to get ready.

It is my fourth time moving to a new school and a new town, since my brother traveled a lot because of his performances. I'm pretty much used to moving now. My brother is the guitarist of this really popular band called the Hot Gimmicks. Both of my parents died when I was four, so my brother, who's almost twenty-one, takes care of me. It's really awesome having an older brother like him, even though he can be a bit over protective sometimes, but I don't really blame him.

When I got out of the bathroom, I picked up my backpack and descended the stairs, rereading my school's brochure for probably the hundredth time. I've heard a lot about Lawrence High School, a lot of good comments, like how the students are extremely studious and hard working. Then I've also heard how the school's really hard, and I concur, since I barely passed the entrance exam. Don't get me wrong though, because I'm not stupid, but I'm not exactly what people call "genius" either.

When I got downstairs, I found my brother sleeping on the living room couch, his mouth hanging slightly open. Rolling my eyes, I picked up a pillow and tossed it at my brother.

"Ow! Katie, what was that for?" my brother moaned, scratching his head.

His unkempt, raven-colored hair reached a few inches below his shoulders. Though it didn't look like it right now, I've known a number of girls who thought my brother was hot. I guess it's kind of true from their perspective, but it'll be wrong if I thought that. I mean, come on, he's my brother for Heaven's sake.

"I need you to drive me to school," I answered, placing my hands on my hips.

"Fine," he said groggily, getting up from the couch as he released a yawn. "Just eat your breakfast before you go."

"Okay."

When I got to the school, I gaped at its enormous size. It was nothing like it appeared in the brochure; it was so much more eye-catching and prodigious. There had to be at least three floors from the number of windows. The walls of the buildings were built from red bricks, and a mammoth-sized gable sat on top of the school's entrance. Lawrence High School inscribed the center of the gable. Staring at this, I suddenly felt nervous. If the school, itself, gave off such an air of power and prestige, then I can only image the students who attend this school are like.

"Earth to Katie, are you just going to stand there and drool or go in?" my brother's amused voice cut into my thoughts.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. See you later, Darien."

I ran up to the entrance of the building, took a deep breath, and opened the door. I was surprised to see no students in the hallways. I guess they're already in their homerooms, since I was rather late. As I walked down the hallways, the heels of my shoes tapping rhythmically, my apprehension increased. I felt as if I was walking down the hallways of a detention place for delinquents, rather than a high school. After what seemed like forever, I finally found the office and went in.

A bony, white-haired secretary sat at the front desk, typing on the keyboard. Her name plaque read Mrs. Anahend. I stepped closer to the desk, but the woman did not look up, seemingly absorbed with her work. It wasn't until I finally said excuse me, she looked up.

"Yes? May I help you?"

"Hi, I'm Katelyn Thomson, and I just enrolled in this school, going to eleventh grade."

When I said this, the woman's face suddenly lit up, "Ah yes, you're our newest student. I'm sorry to inform you dear, that you're a few minutes late, but I'm sure it'll be fine."

I felt my face burn with embarrassment, as I watched the secretary dig through her files. Oh great, I knew I should've wakened up earlier.

"Here you go, dear. Your schedule, locker number and combination. I hope you'll do your best here," Mrs. Anahend said, smiling kindly.

"Thank you."

I was just about to walk out when I suddenly noticed a gorgeous, red-haired girl walk in. When I saw her, I felt my face grow hot again, and it wasn't because of her appearance, mind you, I'm not that kind of person, but her white uniform. The jacket of the uniform was embroidered with a thin thread of gold, as were the hem of her knee-length skirt. She also wore white stockings and shoes.

Quickly turning back to the secretary, I asked, "I'm sorry but am I supposed to have gotten a uniform?"

Crap, first day of school and already two things goes wrong! They never said I needed a uniform! I thought exasperatedly. I noticed the smile disappear from her face, replaced with almost a frightened expression.

"Oh, you must be the new girl," a soft voice suddenly said.

I spun around and found myself facing the girl in the white uniform.

"Please to meet you. I'm Cassandra, the secretary of the student council," the girl said, holding out a hand. "You may not have heard yet, but you should really get a white uniform."

"So, trying to get another newbie to join the Whites?" a curt voice interrupted.

I spun around and saw myself staring, no gaping, at a tall, lanky young man, who looked around seventeen. I knew it was rude but couldn't help it, and once again, it wasn't because of his appearance; yep, it was because of his uniform. Unlike the girl, his uniform was completely black, from his shirt to his shoes.

What the hell is up with this school? Two sets of uniforms?

I glanced back at Cassandra and saw a look of shock on her face, with a hint of what appeared to be contempt.

"Don't get it wrong. I'm just introducing the new girl to the school," Cassandra answered in a voice that reminded me of poisoned honey.

"The Whites are just a bunch of liar who thinks they're so high and mighty!" the guy mocked.

"At least we're civil, unlike your bunch."

"Um, what's going on here?" I suddenly interrupted, but seemed to have no affect on the two students.

"It's okay dear. You should get to your homeroom," Mrs. Anaherd answered in a weary voice. "Oh, and uniforms aren't necessary, but I suggest you get either a black or white one, since you'll at least be on one side."

I didn't comprehend what the secretary had just told me, but I just nodded and stepped out of the office. As soon as I did, I heard someone shout, "Watch out you stupid girl!"

The next thing I knew, I was drenched in icy water. I looked ahead and saw another boy in a black uniform, running off in the opposite direction. A spark of annoyance and frustration issued throughout my body.

"Hey! You get your ass back here and apologize to me, you coward!" I shouted, ready to chase after him.

It was also my new clothes too! That jerk! Suddenly, I felt someone grab my shoulder.

"What do you want?!" I raged, as I turned around, reading to pound whoever grabbed me, but I stopped and felt myself stare at him. This time, however, it was because of his appearance.

Holy crap, he's so hot, I thought, as I felt my face grow hot again. His neatly cut, dirty blond hair reached down to the tip of his ears, while a few locks fell in front of his green eyes. He was about a head taller than me, probably 6'6". He also wore a white uniform, and released an aura of power and esteem. My eyes fell to his hand, which held a simple, white handkerchief.

"Don't mind them. The Blacks always pull pranks on new students."

All I could do was nod as I took the handkerchief he offered. Stop it Katelyn! It's rude to stare! I reprimanded myself as I adverted my eyes to something else, which happened to be a blank bulletin board.

"Anyway, I'm Derek, president of the student council. I do hope you choose to become a White," he said as he gave a quick smile and walked off. "I hope to be seeing you soon."

I stood there and stared at the place he had just been standing. Not only is he hot, but he's also the president of the student council, and that other girl was the secretary of the student council. The people weren't kidding when they said this school's students are exemplary. After my moment of shock, I walked to my locker, put my things away, and entered my homeroom.

It was the most outlandish scene I've ever seen in my history of schooling so far. On one half of the room, there were the students in the white uniforms, and on the other side were the students in the black uniforms. The students in the white uniforms acted as if the other half of the room hadn't existed, and vise versa with the students in the black uniforms.

Talk about segregation and not to mention over something so stupid and trivial like school uniforms! This is the weirdest school I've ever been to. With a sigh, I walked up to the teacher and handed her my papers.

"You can take a seat in the last row," the teacher informed.

As I walked towards my seat, I felt all eyes on me. Heh, I bet they're wondering why I don't have a uniform. Hmm, maybe I should get a white uniform. After all, the Whites do seem nicer than the Blacks. Ahhh! What am I thinking?! As I sat there, I noticed all the students were still staring at me. I felt a pang of annoyance and resisted the temptation to yell at them.

"Good morning students of Lawrence High School! We are pleased to inform you that an assembly will be taking place this morning. Therefore, we ask all homeroom teachers to hold your students until the bell, and then allow them to head towards the auditorium."

It wasn't long before the shrill ring of the bell sounded throughout the hallways of the school. All the students marched out of the room and into the auditorium, but the two factions still kept their distances. It almost seemed as if one or the other was diseased or something. Even when I got into the auditorium, the Whites sat on one side while the Blacks sat on the other. I just stood there, pondering upon which side I should sit in.

I finally decided to take a seat in the far, left corner of the auditorium, farthest from the stage and from the other students. I listened to the principal's droning speech, until I felt someone tap my shoulder. I turned around and found myself staring into lake-blue eyes. The boy had uneven, shoulder-length blond hair, and a curtain of blond bangs hung in front of his forehead. There were also three piercings on his left ear, but what caught my attention the most, besides his cute face, was that he wasn't wearing a uniform. He was actually wearing normal clothes, clothes as in a tee-shirt and jeans.

"Hey! You're the new girl right? Nice to meet you! My name's Kai," the boy introduced, with a huge grin on his face.

"Wait, how come you're not wearing a uniform like the others?"

"Because I don't want to," the guy replied simply. "It's cool that you're a new student. This school rarely ever gets new students, and if it does, they usually transfer out of the school in less than a week."

"It's the work, right? I heard the school's really hard."

"Hahaha, so that's what you've heard about this school, is it? The work has nothing to do with it. It's the students who attend the school that makes it hard. You've seen it, haven't you? The segregation between the Blacks and Whites. That's how it works in this school, you either join one side or the other, or you leave."

"But what about you? You're not wearing a uniform, so what does that make you?"

"Me? I'm so glad you asked, I'm currently sixteen and single," the blond-haired boy answered with a mischievous grin on his face."

I rolled my eyes, guys, that's all they ever think about.

"Come on, I'm serious, how come you don't wear a uniform?"

"I'm what they call a Color, that's people who don't wear the uniforms. There aren't many of them in this school."

"Why?"

"Isn't that enough questions? Now it's my turn to ask. What's your name?"

"What? But, oh fine," I sighed. This guy sure is weird. "My name's Katelyn."

For the rest of the assembly, I either remained quiet or sparked a few conversations with Kai. He seemed like a cool and amiable guy, and he joked around a lot. We compared our schedules, and he was in a few of my classes. A lot of his classes were really hard, like Java Honors and AP Calculus. I've never even heard of Java Honors, but I didn't ask since it'll probably make me sound stupid.

The assembly continued for what seemed like hours, and the only thing the principal said that penetrated my ears was, "This concludes the assembly. Will everyone please move to their second period class."

Everyone in the auditorium stood up and left, Kai and I being the last ones out.

"See ya around, Katie," he said, grinning broadly as he took off before I had the chance to pound him for calling me that.

I hated when people called me Katie, and the only person I allowed to call me Katie was by brother. Urgh! That guy! Releasing a sigh of frustration, I stomped to my next period class.

By the end of the day, I was completely disgusted with this school. The whole Black and White thing was so retarded. In every one of my classes, the two groups didn't even glance at each other, let alone talk. What sickened me even more was the fact that none of the teachers seemed to have noticed this, or they did noticed but refuse to do anything. They just taught their lesson as if everything was completely normal. Yeah right, normal my ass! After getting everything I needed, I slammed my locker shut and found myself staring at Kai.

"Hey Katie! How did you like your first day here?" the blonde-haired boy asked, grinning brightly.

Doesn't he ever not smile? Every time I saw him, he had that goofy grin on his face, unless he was concentrating with his class work.

"Stop calling me that!" I snapped, my irritation about to reach its limit. "And I don't care how smart these students are, they're the most ignorant and superficial group of people I've ever met!"

"Good answer, that's what most of the new students think, but then they end up joining one of the sides, a bunch of hypocrites."

That was the most serious comment I've heard Kai say so far. Without answering, I walked towards one of the school exits, or entrances, depending if I'm leaving or coming in, but I'm leaving, so it'll be the exit.

"So, I take it you don't like this school."

"No, I hate it, but I did meet this cute boy," I blurted.

Crap! Me and my big mouth. I noticed a mischievous grin forming on Kai's face. I knew what was coming.

"I bet you're talking about me, right?" he joked.

I snorted in reply, though that statement wasn't completely false. He was really cute, in his own bizarre way.

"I'm talking about Derek, the president of the student council."

"Heh, another fangirl, eh?" Kai replied, with a tinge of disdain.

Man, this guy really knows how to piss people off!

"I'm not a fangirl! They're all so… clingy and possessive!"

"Sure, you're not," the blond-haired boy answered sardonically. "Ever wonder why there are so many more girls on the White side? It's all thanks to him. Actually, he's the leader of the Whites."

I felt like I've been suddenly hit by a freight train. What! Then again, I guess that did explain why he wanted me to join the Whites. I opened the school door and walked outside, Kai following close behind me. I halted and turned around when I suddenly heard an agonizing yell coming from behind me. I turned around and saw a tall, handsome, and dark-haired teen, who wore a Black uniform. For some reason, he looked really familiar, as if I've seen him before.

Anger suddenly coursed through me as I saw him picking on an underclassmen, wearing, yep, if you guess white, then you're correct. I've seen enough of this nonsense for one day. Before the guy could land a punch on the underclassmen, I dashed up to him and socked him in the face. His dark eyes flashed with anger as he saw me.

"What the hell's your problem, bitch!"

The nerve of him! And yes, if you haven't noticed, I've totally lost it, and trust me, you do not want to know me when I totally lose it.

"Leave the guy alone! What are you, in fifth grade! And they call this school prodigious, probably only for appearances!"

I waited for the guy to reply, but to my surprise, he just laughed. Yes, he just laughed! AHHH! I swear, the people in this school are aliens or something!

"So you're the new girl that everyone's talking about," he said, a smirk forming on his lips. "Let me tell you the rules of this school. I'm the leader of the Blacks, so if you want to survive in this school, you'll join the Blacks, got that?"

My reply was another punch in the face, and this time, much to my pleasure, I gave him a bloody nose.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THIS SCHOOL! I'M NOT JOINING ANY OF YOUR RETARTED FACTIONS! I'M BECOMING A COLOR!" I bellowed, my voice ringing throughout the school ground.

Yes, I made sure every person heard me. I no longer cared about what the others thought of me. If I had to go through the rest of my high school career at this school, I won't put up with this trivial nonsense. Giving one last glance at the shocked students, I turned around and stomped off.

"Wow, you're pretty awesome Katie, but you don't know what you're getting yourself into by announcing that to the whole school. People are going to hate you for it."

I faced him and screamed, "Do you think I give a crap! This whole thing has absolutely no meaning! Anyway, I got to go now. My brother's probably waiting for me."

Suddenly, I found myself staring into Kai's lake-blue eyes as I felt a soft brush against my lips. The next thing I saw was Kai dashing off, waving good-bye.

"See ya tomorrow Katie!"

I stood there for a whole minute before I comprehended what had just happened. That no good jerk kissed me! I couldn't believe he had the nerve to kiss me! He stole my first kiss, and now I'm going to get him back for that! Not only that but he called me Katie; the nerve of the guy! He is so going to get his ass handed to him tomorrow morning when I see him! With a growl of irritation, I walked to where my brother's silver car was parked and got in, so grateful the school day was finally over.