A/N: Because of all of the GREAT reviews I decided to update today... I was going to update only once a week, but I think I might update a little sooner depending on how many people review the next chapter.


All About You


Devon patiently waited at my front door on Monday morning. Well... no, actually he was stretched out in his car honking the horn.

I came outside and looked at him like he was crazy. "What is wrong with you?" I asked as I got into the car via the door he had already opened.

"I'm fine. How're you?"

"I want to kick your ass." I said, closing the door as he pulled away.

He laughed.

"Dev, seriously. I said that you could take me to school today because I thought that you weren't going to act like an ass, but if you're going to act like that I'll walk."

"Seriously?"

I nodded, hand already on the handle, "Just stop so I can get out."

"Don't leave, I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what was up with us."

"Um... how'd you figure that that would work?"

He sighed, "I don't know. I had fun last night, but like, I don't want you to, like, fall in love with me or anything."

I laughed, I mean like guffawed.

Devon looked a little hurt.

I tried to apologize and stop laughing, "I'm sorry. It's just that I won't fall in love you. I promise. You're just not my type and besides you love Breigh."

He nodded, "That I do."

"So are you two back together or whatever?" I asked, not really caring.

He shook his head, "I think it's going to take a little while. Would you mind 'going out' with me? It'd only be for like a couple of months."

I shrugged, "Sure, I guess. It's not as if I have anything better to do."

He laughed, "You're so mean to me."

"What? Do you want me to lie?"

"Nah, your honesty is rather refreshing. Oh, do you feel like going to Wendy's for lunch today?"

"Not particularly. Why?"

"You can eat lunch with me then."

"Uh, alright."

I guess I looked confused because he explained it to me, "Well we're going out, right?"

I nodded.

"So don't you think we should chill together?"

"Oh, right. Then, yes." I batted my eyelashes at him and pretended to swoon, "Of course, Devon. I'll be the perfect girlfriend for you because you're just the hottest guy I've ever seen and I just love you to pieces."

He laughed at me as he parked, "Get out of my car."

I pretended to struggle with the door, but then reached down into my backpack to find my lunch so that it wouldn't get smashed.

I heard my door open and I looked up. Devon had opened it for me.

He smiled at me as he closed the door, "I wanted to."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

"So," I said, wrapping an arm around his waist. "Do I get to wear your class ring now, snookums?"

He laughed and chased me up to the front doors of the school. Devon opened the door for me and made sure that I saw him do it.

I let him throw his arms around me as he followed me to my locker. "Stalker," I said teasingly.

"You know you like it."

I tripped over Devon's foot. Our kind of waddling walking style made it hard for me to match my steeps with his. He caught me before I fell.

"You alright there?"

"Yes." I replied, standing up again.

I thought you said that you weren't going to fall for me."

"Wow, that was really corny."

"But true."

"Ha, ha ha, you wish." I said, extracting myself from his arms.

"You really wouldn't go out with me?" He asked, surprised.

I shook my head, "I wouldn't."

"Do you know how many girls would kill to go out with me?"

"I'm not every girl."

"You're not, you're special."


I left my fifth period early so I could go to the bathroom before I needed to meet Ryan and Devon at my locker for lunch. I walked in, and stopped immediately in the doorway. Breigh Parker and her two henchwomen were using all three of the mirrors, touching up their makeup. As the door closed behind me they all glanced in my direction.

Breigh smiled sinisterly at me, when she recognized me. "Hello."

I tried to smile back at her, "Hi."

She circled around me and I felt like a little antelope being circled by a lion. "Sophie, right?"

I nodded.

"You're the girl who has been trying to my Devon away from me?"

"I don't know what you mean," I replied quietly.

"You are going out with him, aren't you?"

I paused. I wasn't really going out with him, but she was most definitely not the person to tell the truth to, "Um, yes."

"Well, Sophie, dear. Since you weren't contacted by me," she looked at my ensemble, smirked and continued, "for obvious reasons, I'll let you know now that no one is allowed to go out with Devon other than me. So I'll give you until tomorrow to break up with him."

She turned to leave and some idiot controlling my mouth made me screw up my life. "No." I said.

She and the henchwomen turned back towards me, everyone looked surprised that I could be stupid enough to say no.

Breigh glared at me, "What did you say?"

The person controlling my brain continued, "I said no. I'm going to continue going out with Devon."

She and her henchwomen laughed at me, mockingly. All of my self- confidence just kind of drained away. Breigh gripped my by the front of my baggy overalls and shoved me against the wall, "I don't think you understand. Either you break up with Devon or I will make your life a living hell."

I shrugged off the pain of my head hitting the wall upon impact, and grimaced. I still managed to choke out a defiant, "No."

She smiled at me and snapped her fingers. One of the henchwomen, Holly Marshall, I believe, punched me in the gut. Breigh of course was too good to do her own dirty work. Those perfectly manicured fingernails would break if they had to inflict pain up on someone such as myself. They walked out as I slumped against the wall, trying not to hurl. I had never been in a fight in my life. I was the kind of girl that bullies ignored, not because I'd fight back, but more because they simply didn't notice me, most people didn't. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to respond to Breigh's little threats. I knew better than to tell anyone thanks to after-school specials on bullying, and I knew that I shouldn't tell Ryan or Devon because well that would just cause unnecessary problems. After a few minutes the pain in my head and my stomach had subsided. So I figured that since the pain wouldn't last very long, it'd be ok though I tried not to think about how many brain cells I'd permanently lost from the blow to the head. Those don't grow back.

I stood up slowly, cracked my neck, and splashed a little bit of water on my face. As I stood up I glanced at myself in the mirror. I wasn't horrible looking or like fugly (beyond ugly) by any means, I just wasn't 5'10, statuesque, and honey blonde. Simply put, I wasn't Breigh Parker, nor would I ever be with my sun-streaked brown hair, large brown eyes, and my 5'7 form, which was... shapeless. I had curves... they were just... really really insignificant. I wasn't model thin like Breigh, I was... trim as my mother liked to put it. I ran every summer and did my little mini-workout three times a week out of a lack of anything better to do rather than a goal of physical fitness.

I wet my hair and slipped it up into a pony tail as usual, happy that at least the flyaway strands would be too wet to be unruly. Grabbing my backpack, I held back a sigh and exited the bathroom.

Devon and Ryan were waiting for me. I let Devon hold my backpack for me while I transferred unnecessary materials out and important materials in. I ignored his eyes as they followed every move I made, then looked up at him as I closed my locker, "Yes?"

He laughed, "What's the matter? You look kinda nervous."

And maybe I was nervous, "I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You have that Devon-is-freaking-me-out look in your eyes."

Ryan threw an arm over my shoulders, "Maybe that's cause you are, buddy."

I tossed him a grateful glance.

Devon didn't see it, and pulled me towards him, "Hey, stop trying to steal my girlfriend."

"Don't be jealous. Sophie hates jealous guys." Ryan replied teasingly.

Ryan laughed, dragging me back over to his side.

Devon looked over at me, his bright eyes wide with mock concern, "Is it true?"

I shrugged, "At least when he's jealous you know he cares."

Devon grinned, dragging me back over to his side. "A very good point, my dear, and thus I not only win the argument, but I win you too." He said, tweaking my nose.

I wiggled out of his grasp. "You may have won the argument, but you didn't win me. I can't be won."

"Ooh, she's got you there, buddy." Ryan interjected.

Devon took my hand and brought it up to his heart, "I am so sorry. I was being idiotic." He bent down on one knee, "Do you forgive me?"

"Ugh. Get up. Making fun of me isn't very nice." I said, trying to get him off the ground.

Devon got up on his own, but he held my hand as we walked. My hand was pretty small in comparison to his, but I liked the way my hand felt in his. It made me smile. Not the grinning like an idiot smile, but just a serene little smile.

Ryan interrupted my reverie, "I'm going to leave you two to your lucnhly business. I have a lovely lady to meet."

Ryan was leaving? Why was Ryan leaving. I couldn't eat with just Devon... not funny, not funny. I shot him a glare, which he brushed aside, laughing. He leaned down and hugged me, breaking the hold of my and Devon's hands. "You'll be fine." He whispered in my ear. "Don't freak out, and just be yourself." He gave me one last squeeze and let me go.

"That hug seemed a little long, buddy. Anything you wanna tell me?" Devon asked, jokingly.

Ryan flipped him the bird and walked away.

I laughed, allowing Devon to lead me to wherever it was that we were eating lunch that day.

He took my hand, and gently wiggled his fingers in between mine. I looked up at and he grinned at me, not at all bashful, "So who are we eating with?"

I shrugged, "I just assumed that we'd eat with your friends."

He looked at me surprised, but then his face broke out into an easy grin, "Yeah. Um, ok."

When we entered the cafeteria I immediately felt a vast array of eyes on me. Needless to say it was quite disturbing. I felt a gentle squeeze on my hand, and looked up at Devon, still trying to hide my nervousness. He shot me a reassuring smile.

I took a deep breath as we approached a very crowded table full of jocks and their bimbo girlfriends. I quickly regretted suggesting that we eat with them. I wasn't sure that my brain would be able to function. Some people, upon noticing us, made room at the tiny table. It was nothing special, just an ugly wooden table like all of the others; it was supposed to sit about five or six people, however Devon and company had awkwardly managed to sit ten. But this table was special. In every single person's mind in that cafeteria it was christened the cool table. Well maybe not exactly by that name, but it was where the cool people sat, and thus, it had some celestial orb surrounding it. Only cool people could enter the orb. Their alarm system was their own snobbishness. They could feel it when some "undeserving" uncool kid had crept into their world. Which is why when I stepped through with Devon, I could feel the dark waves of resentment that they'd hurled at me.

I just smiled weakly and looked for any kind, remotely familiar face amongst the vultures. In seconds I recognized Donny and Justin. Of course the fact that they were waving at me helped a lot. I was just about to try to grab a seat near them, when Devon plunked me down next to Kelly Pinehurst, one of Breigh's buddies. I could tell by the arm around her shoulder that the only reason she wasn't over at Briegh's little cool table was because her boyfriend, Brett Johnson didn't want to be there. I recoiled as she shot me a nasty little glare.

I turned to Devon to see if he'd noticed, but he hadn't. He was already engrossed in some conversation about what a loser so and so was. I tried to pay attention, really I did, but bitching about people isn't really my thing. I guess I must've accidentally stopped bothering to hide my boredom because Justin and Donny started making faces at me from across the table. No one noticed because Devon was talking and when Devon speaks everyone pays attention. Well, everyone but me anyway. If it doesn't interest me I don't see why I should pay attention. Justin and Donny laughed as I rolled my eyes and cocked my head in Devon's direction.

They motioned towards the door and asked if I wanted to leave, well I figured that out from the various motions they were making.

I nodded, and quietly left the table. Donny and Justin extracted themselves as well. We chilled outside of the cafeteria for a little bit, betting on whether or not Devon would notice. I said he wouldn't, but Donny claimed he would. Justin wasn't sure.

Donny shook his head, "You're being too hard on him. Devon's a good guy."

"When he feels like it." I snorted.

Justin laughed, then replied to my comment. "That may be true, but no one is perfect all the time."

"I'm not saying he should be."

"All right then."

The conversation drifted over to my knowledge of football.

"So who are you for this NFL season?"

I didn't bother delaying my answer. "Losing team or winning team?" Football season had ended in January and I had spent almost all of my time from January to the beginning of the new season in September deciding which teams I was going to go with.

Donny, smiled, amused, "Both."

I nodded. "Losing team, Dallas Cowboys." I waited for their laughter to subside, but I couldn't help but grin, "Chill guys. I know that they suck. That's why they're my losing team. They're still my favorites though."

Justin smiled, "You're loyal. That's good."

"Yeah," Donny agreed. "So who's your winning team?"

"The Titans."

"Tennessee?"

"Yeah."

"They're pretty good." Justin acknowledged.

I grinned proud, "I think they're going all the way this year."

"Maybe."

I was about to ask them who they were gunning for this season, when I noticed that their faces had blanched.

"So this is, what, the second time you two have taken my girlfriend away from me?"

I turned around, recognizing Devon's voice. Justin and Donny started making up these really bad excuses as to why they'd taken me away.

Devon didn't really seem to be paying attention to them. I sighed, "It was me. I talked them into leaving. I was bored."

"They entertained you?" He asked, surprised.

"Yes," I nodded. "We were having a wonderful conversation before you rudely interrupted it."

He chuckled, "I'm very sorry."

"No you're not. You think it's funny."

He continued laughing, and motioned for me to come towards him.

I did so, quietly excusing myself from Justin and Donny, and telling them that I'd get that dollar to them later.

"Why do you owe them a dollar?" Devon asked, handing each of them the buck I owed.

I laughed, dragging him to a less...crowded area. "We kind of bet on whether or not you'd notice that I, er, we left. And since you're here, that means you noticed, thus, I lose."

He shook his head, amazed, "You really have that little faith in me?"

I shrugged, "No offense, but you just don't seem to be the most observant person when you're speaking."

"Well yeah, that's because everyone is listening when I'm speaking."

"Yeah, well it was kinda boring, and like... the whole conversation just...went completely over my head."

"What were we talking about?" He asked suspiciously.

I looked up at the ceiling trying to remember the topic. I couldn't remember though, because I hadn't been listening. Nope, I had been making faces across the table, like a five-year-old. Of course, there was no way I was gonna tell Devon that, "Um... you were talking about... um... clothes?"

"You weren't even listening. You were too busy making faces."

My jaw dropped in surprise, "You saw that?"

"Of course."

"You were paying attention to other things while you were the focus of attention? For real?"

He nodded, "Yeah. But I was just keeping an eye on you."

"Then how did I manage to escape?"

"Perhaps I may have gotten a little absorbed in my conversation."

"So just what were you talking about?"

He scratched his head, trying to look nonchalant, "Uh, you know... I was talking about... me."

I laughed, "Well that most definitely explains it."

"Excuse me?" He asked, almost pouting.

"Oh chill. You know you love yourself more than anything else."

"I do not." He protested.

"Keep telling yourself that," I said, walking towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" He called after me.

I shrugged, "Nowhere, everywhere." I gave him an exaggerated sexy pout, "Where do you want me to go, big boy."

He laughed. "Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked, dangling my backpack from one of the straps.

I walked back over, and tried to take it from him. Every time I reached for it, Devon snatched it out of my grasp at the last second. "This is so not cool." I cried, jumping for my bag.

Devon laughed, using his height and long arms to his advantage, "But it's fun, and that's what makes it ok."

"This isn't fair." I pouted.

"Aw," he said, wrapping an arm around my back, and pulling me towards him. I wasn't prepared, and tripped over my own two feet. I ended up very very close to Devon, who didn't seem to mind. "It's not my fault you're so little."

I had made the mistake of looking into his eyes and was currently having trouble with coherent sentences. "...Um... little..."

He chuckled, "Slightly disoriented, huh?" I could tell that he was used to my reaction.

I blushed, embarrassed. I knew my cheeks were red, and I gracefully exited his embrace. I suppose he expected me to reach for my backpack, but I didn't, I just started walking in the opposite direction that I had before.

I tried to ignore the footsteps as he quickly caught up with me. I grabbed the faded black leather backpack that I'd had for five years out of the air in front of me. Devon stepped in front of me, blocking my path. "Hey," he said, crouching, to be at my eye level, since I refused to look up at him. "Sophie?" he waved a hand in front of me, to get my attention.

I still wouldn't acknowledge his presence.

He started to get worried. "Was it something I said?" he asked, thinking that I was mad at him.

I shook my head, finally pitying him, "No. It's nothing. Don't worry about it."

"You sure?" He asked, running a finger down my cheek.

I nodded, trying to ignore how much I wanted to be in his arms. "Everything is hunky dory."

"Good. Cause for a second there I wasn't sure if I'd upset you somehow."

"Nope." I said, patting him on the cheek. "You're perfect."

He grinned, "Well yeah, but I never thought that you would've noticed."

I laughed. Oh I've noticed, I thought to myself. "How could I not? Those violet blues, those rugged brown locks, what more could a girl want?" I asked, teasingly.

He gave me a sad look, "You don't like my rugged brown locks?"

I leaned into him, gently pushing him against the wall, "Not really, but I love those eyes. Those eyes whose lazy blue gaze can set hearts a flutter, those eyes that melt even the most confident of girls... Mmm..."

Devon stared at me, and didn't say anything.

I began to think that I might have gone too far. I couldn't help myself though. I knew that I shouldn't have said all that I did, but when I looked into his eyes, I couldn't stop talking.

"Devon?" I asked, stepping back from him.

He shook his head, "Uh, hey."

"Did I lose you for a second?"

He nodded, "Um, yeah. That stuff you said. That was intense."

I stared at the ground, "Um, yeah. Sorry about that, I was just kidding around with you."

"Don't apologize," he said, maneuvering me into the position against the wall that I had put him in a few moments before. He ran a hand down my arm, "It was very sexy."

"Hmm, sexy eh?" I asked, bored.

"Yes."

"Well," I began, playing along. "Is what I said sexy?" I began tracing his collarbone with the tip of my finger. "Or was it the way I said it," I asked, watching as my finger gently outlined his rock hard abs. My finger stopped, and I looked up at him, "Or was it really just that it was all about you?" His eyes opened, and I chuckled to myself as I walked away.


A/N: What did you guys think of the chapter? I wasn't sure if you all would like it because of Breigh and her meanness. So it's really important that you review. Um...Oh also! What does everyone think of the chapter length? I've only written about 54 pages so... would you rather have long chapters every couple of weeks or short chapters every week? And most importantly, does anyone want an e-mail when I update? If so just e-mail me at Otter5001 with a subject of All About You and I'll e-mail you whenever I decide to update.


Girl With Issues: It's great that you like the story. I'm sorry that you don't like Devon. I like him... he's a nice guy most of the time, he's just... a little self-absorbed.

Lynn: Agh, um... Devon is so self-centered because every lets him get away with being self-centered, other than Sophie. They just see as a part of his personality. But um... I don't really have a real reason other than... that it's just his way. And I definitely plan on continuing the story. I love writing it.

1 Courtney-chan: Gracias por tu revisiĆ³n. Soy feliz porque te gusta mi novela.

Ali: Wow, everyone is soooo nice about my story, but yes. Thanks for reviewing. Ryan is a great guy and I like him... but I can't tell you whether or not he and Sophie will ever get together or not. It'd ruin the story. What do you like about Ryan?

Cherry Daze: I'm glad you like Ryan so much, he's cool and a really great best friend. Sophie and Devon in the end? Perhaps. But it's nice to know your opinion.

Walking Contradiction:
Thank you! You're so nice! I'm glad you said that though because I wasn't really sure if the romantic aspects weren't too... sappy and cliche. I'm glad that they seem like real people to you cause it's kinda what I'm going for. Btw, I love your story. Update soon!

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