ATTENTION!! The chapter 'and it begins' has changed slightly. Instead of Susan being slutty, she is now a beautiful popular girl. Soooo ya.

So I have the next chapter about half written, but I wanted to go ahead and do this part just to get something out. Here you are, the highly requested Susan's POV!

I didn't mean to. I honestly didn't. I didn't want to hurt him, and I did. I know he was holding on to me.

I had noticed him from the beginning. He was beautiful in a heartbreaking way, and it wasn't difficult to see the sadness in his eyes. He obviously needed something, or someone, to grab onto. And because I was selfish, I decided it would have to be me.

It wasn't easy to break down his walls, and I think even now he hasn't let me in completely. He was insecure, and I was the most confident person I knew. I wasn't good enough for him, and I knew it.

When he called me asking to skip school, I was wary. He was getting too attached to me, and even though I loved him, I wanted the best for him. I was going to do nothing but hurt him in the end. So I did he hardest thing I've ever done. I contacted a boy from our class, and together, we broke his heart.

I had grown up in a world of beauty and elegance. My family, being extremely rich, showered me in gifts that I didn't even need and wasn't at all grateful for. I was a brat, I admit it. I had grown up beautiful and with everything I wanted. My parents were there, but at the same time they weren't. When I started wearing makeup, she didn't say a word. When I started to bring boys home, he was silent. When I needed them most of, they weren't anywhere in sight. And then when I was about seven years old, my mother died. At first, my father did his best to raise me. It was like my mother's death had awakened a different side of him; a caring side. But as just as quickly as it appeared, it went away.

Now that I think about it, my only real parental figure was the cook in our house. We had bonded when he let me run away instead of trying to stop me. That meant worlds to me, because it helped me clear my head. He taught me how to be kind and do what's right, even if that was at the expense of your own feelings. I called him papa and he called me darling.

And then when I was 13, papa abruptly got extremely sick. I was angry, and for a while I forgot about everything he taught me. I was rude to fellow students, and I did everything I could to climb the social ladder. It wasn't hard with my looks and my fake personality.

And then I met him. Carter. And I was selfish enough to want him. So I got him.

But then, after years of us dating, papa died. It was only then that I realized how selfish I was being and that I wasn't good for this amazing boy. So I did what I felt like I had to.

I knew that if I declined his offer to skip school, he would go to the coffee shop where we had our first date. So I texted the boy and told him where to meet me.

And now I regret it. I miss him more than is possible. I know that if I beg him to forgive me he will, but I simply can't do that. That would be almost taking advantage of this situation, and I loved him too much for that.

I loved him more than life itself, so I left him.

I'm despicable.

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And there ya go! Here's some insight into Susans mind and the thoughts that she have.

The next real chapter will be out within a few days, and I'm excited for this one!

Yay! See you later alligator! ANNNNND SCENE!!!