"AMELIA!" MY MOTHER SHOOK ME from my current state. I woke up groggily, sitting up to see her dressed in a trench coat and a Navy-blue dress that reached up to her knees.

"What?" I asked, still half asleep.

"It's time to go to school! It's your first day at Cambridge, remember?" she opened my closet, scanning to see what I could wear.

"Yeah," I got out of bed, staggering towards my closet; shoving my mother out of the room so that I could prepare for my first day at Cambridge University--------my perminate home.

..........

I walked up to the school entrance, feeling the stares of former students that passed by me. I began to search for the Administration Office, but was out of luck. Before I could try another pathway, a girl with red hair ran up to me; her green orbs filled with excitement.

"Hi! Are you new here?" her English accent spoke. I nodded, clutching the handle of my suitcase tighter.

"Yeah, I am," I said. "I was looking for the Administration Office."

"I'll help you, come on! Follow me," she tugged on my sleeve, dragging me to what was considered a wonderland of halls, lockers and people.

"Here it is," she pointed to the door before us, telling me she had to get to class and walked away; leaving me alone to open the door and get overwhelmed by the hectic arrangement of people.

I sat down in one of the chairs, staring down at my phone as I felt a pair of eyes on me. I looked up, seeing a guy, about my age, wearing a dark blue button-up shirt and jeans. His blonde hair was tossled. He smiled at me as he extended his hand on the chair's arm before he spoke.

"What are you here for?" his English accent spoke.

"I'm trying to get my schedule. You?"

"One of my friends got his arse in trouble, and I was called to witness." he extended his hand toward me. "I'm Max."

I shook his hand, meeting his green orbs. "I'm Amelia."

Just then, another boy showed up and ran out of the office, handcuffs in his wrists. The officer grabbed him before he could go any further, and as his head was pressed to the glass window, I saw his hazel eyes; how alive they looked. He stared at me, giving me a hard look.

"I better go," I heard Max whisper. "I need to help him." with that, he left.

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Later that day, I learned later that the red headed girl's name was Grace. She and I had a class together, which was Spanish.

It didn't take me long to find the cafeteria. I sat at the picnic table, eating a salad as Grace sat across from me; biting on her sandwich.

We discussed a lot of topics, most of them were consisted of boys. Before I could start on another topic, I saw a thick-lensed male being shoved onto another table; blood trickling down his lips and nose. The person who was handling him was the guy who got arrested this morning.

"You don't want to be around him," Grace spoke once she noticed me looking at the ringleader of the act. "he's nothing but trouble."

"Who's he?"

"His name is Freddie Highmore. He is one of the most dangerous people in this school. You really should stay away from him, because all he does is do drugs and break hearts. Figures," she took a bite. "he's in the gang known as LFOUR." I studied him a bit more, noticing the tattoo.

"LFOUR?"

"It stands for The London Four. If he talks to you, pretend you don't give a fuck about him."

"How do you know he breaks hearts?"

"Isn't it obvious? Amelia, he's a hot-ass bastard. Any girl would want to get into his pants. Just. . . stay clear of him, okay?"

"Why?"

"He'll hurt you."