I wake up in my room with my head pounding and my heart broken. I can't believe I've set my heart on a boy who clearly doesn't see me in his future. To him I'm the little unfinished business from whom he needed to move on.

Now, that he has gotten that over with, he's ready to leave. And I'm to stay here, an empty can rejected by even the homeless.

I think the universe is trying to tell me something. Just like that little dress I'm wearing, this life I'm living is not mine. I think it's high time for me to claim back my throne.

I've once heard of a quote that said that people don't change, they just learn to lie better. I can't believe how accurate it is. These last few months I thought I had changed but turns out I had sharpen my lying skills so much that I started to believe them too.

My eyes open this morning when I watch my dad and Jenny embracing before they part ways. I have no idea when she moved in but she has because there are only women's clothes in my father closet and our bathroom sink is filled with feminine products I don't use.

Watching Jenny's smiling face reminds me why I hate happy people so much. They all think that life is just a bowl of sunshine. They never take their eyes off of their rainbow highway to even notice the ones in the shadows.

I can't believe I let them put me through all this charades. They drag me to therapy, lock me in a mental hospital, put me on display in a courtroom filled with vicious lawyers, and now they're trying to cut me loose.

I've had enough of pretending that I'm going to change. I don't want to change. I'm perfectly fine the way I am and everyone else who think differently can kiss my ass.

I walk in the hallways of the school watching the pathetic high schoolers live their insignificant lives. I can't believe just a few days ago, I was part of that crowd. I was actually trying to be nice.

Why should I be nice? The only thing it got me is a bunch of footprints all over me. My dad, Brandon, the justice system, they've all rejected me. Now, it's time to return the favor. No one disses me and get away with it. I'm going to make them beg for my pity.

A slow smirk forms in the corner of my lips as I lay back, gawking my preys. They won't know what hit them. Most of them have stop being afraid of me. They think I'm crazy so let's give them the premium edition of my crazy bitch mode.

"Yess," Sarah shouts in victory. "Finally, my baby's back. I was kind of getting worried a bit there."

"I thought we were going to have sacrifice a thousand virgins before you gain your old self back."

I pull out a hand mirror from my locker and admire my flawless make-up. "Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere."

It feels so liberating and fresh to let my rage out. Embracing it is ten times better than suppressing it. What fight something that feel so danm good?

"Rachel," I hear an annoyingly familiar voice behind me. I wonder what it would take to get that girl to give me a break.

When I turn, I find the answer staring right at me. Tommy Watson.

Tommy Watson is the wannabe thug of our school. He has the all deal – baggy jeans, cheap excessive gold jewelries hanging on his neck, fake gold teeth in his mouth, a mixtape that's always dropping next week, and a small group of followers. The boy is pretty smart, he makes the honor roll every month but never shows up. He's from a middle class Jamaican-American family. His mom's a college professor and his dad's an engineer.

However, he refuses to act like a proper, educated, human being. Ughh, what does Cassie says in him?

To be fair, the girl is kind of on the cuckoo side. The only reason I ever slept with that boy was because I was bored and I thought he'd stop bothering me afterwards. Now, he's dating my closest friend. If that's not the definition of obsession, then somebody needs to fire whoever writes dictionaries.

"Heyy," I shriek and throw my hands around his neck. I gag at the smell of his repulsive cologne. "James, right?"

"Nah, it's Tommy like Tommy Brown, the rapper."

"Oh right," I giggle while ignoring Cassie's confused expression.

"What you been up to?" I hit him playfully, my fingers linger a bit on his arms.

Cassie pulls him a bit closer to her – such a desperate move. "We were about to go to class. Aren't you going too?"

"Yes, of course." I wrap a strand of my hair around my finger just like I have Tommy. I can see his eyes lingering on my body as his eyes gleam with lust.

"Ok, bye now." She attempts to hurl him with her but Tommy stands back. He's clearly struggling with a decision.

I feel a largely familiar feeling crawling up my skin. My spirit rises up as all the morals I've acquire for the last few weeks die. There's an odd voice warning me at the back of my mind but Sarah and Kenny's words of encouragement muffle it.

I decide to give poor little Tommy a bit of help with his decision. "We do have homeroom together, don't we? We can walk together."

"Oh, yes," he quickly agrees. The boy will never learn. "That's right. I completely forgot. Babe, we're going to be late. Ima catch you later." He kisses her cheeks.

"But you're supposed to walk me to class," Cassie cries. "You always walk me to class."

I quickly grab her hands before Tommy could answer and lead her out of his earshot.

"What are you doing, Cassie? Haven't I taught you anything? No one likes needy girls, Cassie."

She frowns, "I'm not being needy. You're trying to get my boyfriend away from me. Admit it."

"Do you think so lowly of me?"

"Yes," she shouts. Her face reddens when everyone turns to stare at us.

"I've changed, Cassie. I thought if anyone was to be believe in me it would be you. I guess I can't count on anyone after all."

I watch her shoulder slump back – a movement people have been doing around me a lot lately. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm still not use to you being that nice to anyone yet."

"It's fine, I guess I was never such a trustworthy friend." I hug her, "I promise I'm just trying to redeem myself to everyone – Tommy included."

"I guess it's alright," she says reluctantly. "We have the rest of our lives to be together. A few minutes won't..."

"Bye," I walk away before she could finish. I always tend to forget how much of a talker she is. How did we ever end up being friends in the first place?

Tommy stands a few steps away, waiting for me. I pull down my black midriff sweatshirt to show more of my cleavage and straighten my back a bit to add more feminine power to my walk.

Looking at Tommy, I have no need to use any seduction tactic. I already have the boy in the palm of my hands. His hooded eyes watch my every move. I snort at the idea that Cassie thinks a man like him could ever be a good husband as if he had any loyal bones in his body.

I can't put all the blame on him. I do have the hottest killer body in here. What guy in his right mind would reject me?

"Brandon," Kenny throws at my face.

My world stops for a moment at the sound of his name. Brandon Matthews. If only he has been true to his words. If only he really did help me get out of my misery hole but like always he ran away without a word. He's avoiding me; I know it.

I shake the thought of him away. I don't want to get out of my misery hole. I love its coldness. It's all peachy down there.

I take a deep breath to slow down the explosion I feel coming up. My eyes seek out the idiot licking his lips before me.

Ughh, I did that!

"Yes, and you're going to do it again." Sarah somehow has reclaimed her role as my adoptive mother and commending me what to do.

"So Tommy?" I lean closer to him, my lips almost touching the shell of his ear. "Do you want to get out of here?"

"You and me," he points between us, "now?"

Dear God, how does that boy get in the honor roll? How stupid must the other students be?

Kenny's irritating laugh echoes inside my head, vibrating every single neurons. "I didn't even have to say anything. You belittle yourself all on your own."

"Shut up, Kenny." Sarah demands.

"Do you want to?" I point him towards the exit door with a nod of my head. It's not like he's going to reject me. He would have to be dumber than I think...or maybe smarter.

"Hell yeah, I've been waitin' for you hun'. I knew you'd come back." His arms slide around my waist as we walk out.

I see the suspicious look some of the students throw my way. I hear their low whispers behind my back but I don't care. None of them ever believed I could change so what's their problem? I'm giving them what they asked for.

"Hey, Rachel!" Nina stops in the middle of the door, her dolled up face all up in my space.

"What do you want?" I grit my teeth.

"Who's the lucky guy?" Her eyes travel up and down Tommy's body.

"Nina, you have exactly two seconds to get out of my face."

"Or what?" She steps closer. "We both know you're just a rich petite fille with a very loud mouth. You can't hurt me."

"I bet you won't feel the same when a certain video goes around the school," I whisper in her ear.

Her face falls immediately, "You can't do that. My dad's a lawyer, he'll send you to jail."

"Yeah but according to everyone in this city, I'm crazy. Crazy people don't go to jail."

I grab Tommy and move past her, not without nudging her with my shoulders. She lost her balance and knock someone's juice all over her Ralph Lauren shirt dress.

I can believe I thought being nice is better than being feared.

I pull my phone out of my leggings' pocket to update my twitter feed.

"Coming up, pictures of my fabulous times not being wasted in school."

It feels so good to take happiness away like they've taken mine. I'll teach them to stop underestimate me. Rachel Jackson doesn't get put on the sidelines.

"I can't wait to see her face," Kenny chuckles.