Author's Note: Hey, guys! So, this is a new story that I've been working on :P And yeah, I know I haven't finish my Emily & Tristan story, or updated the Prince, but honestly, I really, really, wanted to start writing this. So pretty please, read and review and tell me what you think! :)


It was the first day back at school from winter break and already, it was as overwhelming as school could be. It was crazy to be confined again between its' four walls, painted in bland brown and white, even yellow and blue if you were lucky (our school colours). I already had enough homework to last me two weeks and that was just from my first day of classes. My friends were already talking about the latest party on the weekend, and the guy I liked more than anything in the world, Noah, was ignoring me again. It's not that I'm ugly or anything, I mean I guess I can admit that I am pretty decent-looking. I have dark green eyes and wild, curly black hair. I'm not as slim as Heidi Klum but then again, who other than other Victoria Secret models is?

It's just that, there was one party that I went to, and it was just like any other party. Noah was there, as usual, drinking soda and sitting on the couch playing video games. He never drank, like me, which was one thing I had begun to notice and he didn't casually hook up with girls like other guys did. Usually, I stay as far away from Noah as possible, but that night, I decided I'd steal one of his friend's controllers and play along with him. It ended up being the most fun I had ever had, and I honestly thought he would ask me out, but I never heard from him again. I mean, I saw him in the halls and in classes, and he said "hey" when he passed, but that was it. I had no idea what I'd done wrong. This, honestly, really sucks, because he is just the most gorgeous boy I have ever met. With his light brown eyes, hazelnut coloured hair, and muscular build, he was to die for.

Then there was Daphne. Three years ago, we used to be the best of friends. We were the kind of friends who called each other in the morning to synchronize their arrival at school. The kind of friends who dibbed hot guys and wouldn't go after any guy that the other liked. Well, that's what we said we would do. See, there was suddenly a new boy at school, a senior, who had moved here from Australia. Back then, he was the most gorgeous thing either of us had ever laid eyes on and it totally wouldn't have been fair to dibs him. He suddenly took a liking to me which made Daphne as jealous as could be, so she began dressing differently, acting differently, to get his attention. Now, you see, by this point, I had already thought I was in love with him and I thought he was in love with me, too. What I didn't know was that behind my back, he was dating Daphne, too. He had told me that we had to be together in secret, but the only reason he had said that was because he hadn't wanted either me or Daphne to find about one other. But by the time we had figured out that he was the one playing us all along, our friendship was ruined. Gone was the friend that I could go to for every meaningless thing. Gone was the friend who I had sleepovers with every weekend. No matter how strong we thought our friendship was, it wasn't strong enough to withhold the temptations of a stupid boy.

Now, to be honest, I think I came to terms with the fact that it wasn't her fault a long, long time ago. But, see, because of the way she changed three years ago, she also changed the sort of group she hung out with.

You know how every school has the "jocks", or the "weirdoes", or the "sluts"? Well, Daphne had officially been let into the "populars". The parties that I went to every other weekend? Yeah, she was there. She was always there. But she was the girl who drank like there was no tomorrow and then made out with the nearest boy. Even when she was going out with Dylan, she didn't care. She did what she wanted and didn't care what others thought. So even though I could have given her the chance to be forgiven, I couldn't be her friend again, not after the way she had acted. Besides, I don't think she would even want to. She gave me the dirtiest looks as I passed by, and considering she used to be my best friend, she made my life at times, a living hell. I'm pretty sure that she talked to Noah and said something bad about me. It's just something she would do which shows just how much she's really changed.

Anyways, I got home that day, and like all days, I brought in the mail, took a cookie out of the cookie jar and went up to my room. My brother wasn't home from work yet. He took off a year from university to go travel and then he realized when he came back that school wasn't the place for him and somehow landed a job at LGM Records. Kaden was amazing at drums and working for LGM Records was like a dream come true for him.

You know how some people wish they had older brothers because they're protective and they care for you? Well, that's exactly how Kaden is and I'm so glad I don't need to wish for him. Even though at times he can be annoying, I still love him. He has shaggy brown hair, which is so different from my hair (honestly I have no idea how I ended up with midnight black curls). He has the same shade of green eyes as me and he's about a head taller than me, too.

I was lying on my bed, working on some homework a little later, when the doorbell rang. I ran downstairs and opened the door but no one was there. Before closing the door though, my eyes fell to the floor. There was a small cream envelope sitting on the doormat. I picked it up, curious as to what was inside. Who would randomly leave an envelope here? I ripped open the seal and took out the paper inside. On the front, it had my name taped out. Inside it, it said:


For a moment, I stood there, staring at the note. The only thought that came to mind was that this was seriously creepy. After a second, I realized that standing there looking at the note was ridiculous. And keeping the note would be stupid because if Kaden found it, I'd be screwed. Deciding the note needed to go, I walked into my dad's office and put into the shredder.

Of all the creepy things that had ever happened to me, I had to admit that this definitely counted as one of the creepiest.


The first day back from winter break was like any other day. Dylan was begging for my attention as were all the other girls. I have to admit, Victoria is so depressing to have around. All she does is walk around whining about her stomach, or her thighs, or her arms. Honestly, it would be better for her to lose a little weight. Not going to lie, she'd never get guys as much as I do with the belly roll that she has going on. I know that's mean to say, but it's true. No guy wants to feel up flab. It's either a flat stomach or say good-bye to your hopes of ever getting laid. I mean, I guess I could help Victoria, give her some tips on how to lose weight but I'm just not that nice, and she knows that already. What she needs to do though, is shut her trap. Victoria isn't ugly, far from it actually, but then again, neither am I. I have strawberry blonde hair that straightens perfectly on its own, and bright blue eyes. I'm pretty tall, about 5'9, and very slim. Oh, and I can run a kilometre without breaking a sweat, unlike Victoria. And unlike her, I was lucky enough to be graced with a rather large chest.

Anyways, Dylan is really bugging me. Like, it's not even funny how annoying he's gotten. I told him that if he wanted to be with me, I needed an open relationship, I couldn't be tied down to just him. But recently, I can't even hook up with Mason without him bugging me about it. And Mason is a hottie. He would never be someone I'd ever go out with, but he's amazing in bed. But even that isn't worth Dylan's whining anymore.

The real reason why I can't be tied down into a relationship is because of Sidney, the boy from Australia (which is kind of ironic). My heart was broken when I found out he was dating Devon at the same time he was dating me. He was literally the love of my life, and I can't like any boy like that ever again. That's why when parties roll around, my motto is "love 'em and leave 'em." And I know how it may sound, that a boy who was cheating on me the entire time and was lying to me the entire time was the love of my life but the words that came out of his mouth weren't lies to me. They were anything but. And I hate Devon for being the one who took him away from me. I suppose I could hate Sidney too, for choosing to cheat on me with my best friend, but I hate Devon more. She knew how much I had liked him from the beginning, and she still flirted with him. She had betrayed my trust. She had betrayed everything. I can't even look at her without feeling the disgust of what happened three years ago rise up.

Unfortunately, I saw her today. I have the misfortune of having my locker close by hers, so I have to see her every time she decides to visit it. I also see the way she looks at Noah. I know she likes him, it's so easy to read her after knowing her for so long. And that's why that night when she was playing games with him, I texted him the next day and told him that she has an STD; which isn't true. She's never had sex before in her life. She's such a coward that way. I used to admire that about her, the fact that she wanted to save herself for someone who really loved her, but now it just disgusts me.

I want to not think of her or Sidney for that matter, but sometimes I lay awake deep into the night, thinking of what still could have been. I think about how different I would be if I was still friends with Devon. I know deep inside, that I wouldn't be such a slut, or as mean as I am now. Devon always calmed that part of me. She was always the peace of the friendship that held all my emotions together even when I wanted war. But now, all I want is war. I want drama, guilt, and pain. I want to hurt people and get away with it. This, in retrospect, is exactly what I do. Suffice it to say, I don't give a crap about people's feelings anymore. I do what I want, when I want.

"Hey, sweetie, how was school?" My mom asked on the phone. She always called me as soon as I got home, making sure I actually did get home, and telling me where the leftovers were, when I already knew they were in the left corner of the fridge, the same place it always is.

"It was good, Mom, just like school usually is. I aced my history test," I explained. I wasn't lying, history was actually a subject I did well in. It was Calculus that was ruining my overall average. I couldn't understand it, no matter how many times I read over the book or asked the teacher. I may be a party girl, but grades are important to me. Some people would actually hold this against me because they work so hard for their grades, sitting at home and studying diligently. But I can go to parties, get a latte, make out with Mason and get home with just enough time to read over the book and do well on the test. Hah, I guess I understand why they would be angry.

"Great job, honey, don't forget to finish your homework, okay? I'll be home in a couple of hours."

"No worries, Mom. Bye," I said, clicking the phone off. She would be home at precisely six and my dad would be home an hour later, give or take a few minutes. I walked into the kitchen and first poured myself a glass of milk. Then, as I was getting out the leftover chicken fettuccini, the doorbell rang. In my surprise, I banged my head on the top of the fridge.

"Shoot!" I squealed, jumping around the kitchen, holding my head in pain. "I'll be right there!"

Taking an icepack out of the freezer and putting it against my head, I speed walked to the door and opened it. No one was standing there. I banged my head for this? I took a step out on to the porch, trying to look for the idiot who nine-doored me, and my foot landed on something sharp. A corner of an envelope had pierced my skin. I picked it up, looking at it and feeling very confused. Why did someone leave a random envelope here? I walked back into the kitchen, picking up the envelope opener along the way, and put my icepack onto the center table. I used the opener to open the seal and out fell a small note. It had my name typed out in a small font at the front. In it, it said:


"Ha, ha, funny, Victoria." Who else would send me such a random note? I ripped it in half and threw it away into the garbage, not giving it another thought for the rest of the night.