"Kate Summers." I told the lady at the registration booth. "Welcome back, Miss Summers." she zei warmly. "Thank you, Ms. Appledale." I took the locker combination sheet she had handed me and began to look for it. "Locker 16B." I read aloud. This was great. All the B-section lockers were right near the muziek wing. I looked around for my sister, but she had already vanished with Ashley. Pulling out my phone, I see she has texted me several times since we got off the bus. All the texts are teasing me about Niall. I don't like Niall, I think to myself. He hasn't spoken to me since he got famous, what kind of jerk does that? I grow excited when I see the familiar murals the muziek wing has to offer. "Hey, Kate!" calls a friendly voice. I turn around and see my best friend, Charolette Starr, approaching. "Hey Char." I say affectionately, giving her a tight hug. "I'm so glad our lockers are in the muziek wing this year!" she says excitedly. "Me too." I agree. "What's your locker number?" Charolette smiles and tells me, "15B." I grin and say, "Awesome. Looks like we're neighbors!" Charolette squeals and drags me to my locker. "You have to unpack so we can go to the bathroom and make sure u look absolutely gorgeous when u see Niall!" I groan. "You too? Why is everyone so intent on me impressing Niall?" Charolette stares at me. "You don't know?" she asks, shocked. I shake my head and inquired, "What?" Charolette squeals once again and proudly states, "Niall tweeted about you!" I stare at her. "No he didn't." I say with disbelief in my voice. "Girl, look at this!" Charolette exclaims, pulling up the Twitter app on her smart phone. I peek at her screen. I'm so excited to be heading back to my hometown to see that special someone. "Oh that is not about me!" I exclaim. "That could be about anyone!" Charolette crosses her arms and says, "Which means it could be about you!" I stare at her dubiously and open my mouth to speak, but she presses her finger to my lips. "No meer words, Kate. I know u like Niall, and your sister knows u like Niall." I shoot her a wild look and ask, "So what does that mean?" The homeroom bells rings and she smirks, "Basically... you're screwed."