In a blink of an eye, I went from eye-level view to my body lying flat on the floor.

"Jess get off. I need to breathe."

With my head still pounding I try and get her off.

"I love you, love you so, so much," Jess says in a babyish voice. This means one thing. I drop my shoes and gear on the racks and walk toward the dining table.

"Well, aren't you late?" I cold voice says without looking up. It continues sipping tea and reading a book.

A classy man, with business apparel, is in the kitchen. Anyone would be freaked out to find a classy man here.

"Had a good day at school?" He doesn't look but keeps on reading a document.

"It was fine. What are you doing here?" coming out a bit annoyed. He slowly closes his eyes for a minute.

" It seems I can't come back to my own home." He picks up his cup and sips some tea. " Does she know?" He asks pausing before setting down his teacup.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" I say as plainly as possible.

He sets his cup on its plate and stops reading his document. He stares ahead looking at nothing in particular, "I wouldn't answer like that if I were you. You know I hate dumb answers. "

"You're not me," I look at him with all my guts.

"I'll tell you what. I won't tell her," He sips more tea, " but next time watch your words." He looks at me, "deal?" I nod forcefully. He grabs his document and heads towards the living you, "smart girl."

Brian White. That is the man Peyton decided to marry. He's very classy. He never talks to me and I know he tries to avoid me as much as he can. He's not a fat man, but he isn't fair in appearance either, he always seems to be hiding something. I lock the door to the room Jessica, and I share and drink some of the pain kills Lura bought at the convenience store. My head hurts like crazy.

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"How's the face?" Lura leans next to my locker. I turn my sides ways, to show my whole face.

"Flawless". I close my locker. "Hey, why did you get moved to a different physics period."

She lets out a huge sigh and looks at me, "Well, truth be told I have not been attending my morning classes, so I told them about my car and then decided the best way to make up the missed classes was to move my schedule around."

"Bummer," I mumble.

"Well, excuse me. You can at least sound more depressed," she gives me a sassy head bobble.

I let out a small giggle, "What?" I find Lura staring at me.

"That was the first time I've seen you giggle in a long time." Lura's voice slowly trails away. My smile fades, "You know how it is. Life sometimes just sucks."

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I find a table on the left side of the cafeteria and put my stuff down. My eyes are tired, and I still have a bruise from that time Peyton came home finding me with a hangover.

"You know, you'll end making it worst. " The new kid sits.

"It's already as bad as it can get, No?" I respond.

He shrugs, " Where's everyone?"

I stare at him for a while, "obviously not here."

"Really, I thought you're where their official table picker?" He opens his water bottle.

"Oh, piss off," I move away from him.

"So, what's your deal? Are you like gothic or something? "

"What?"

"Your getup. You always wear black."

"Now you think you got me all figured out?"

"All I said is that you wear black."

"Why don't we just stay out of each other's way."

"I don't even know why you're mad?"

I get up from the table, "what if I told you that you're some stupid airhead?"

He pauses and puts down his water bottle, " When did I ever make a remark like that."

I scoff, "Well, your Taylor's friend. I guess you are bad as he is."

He gets up from the table upset, "Hey, now I never meant to insult you-"

I don't let him finish, " You may think everyone adores you, but I don't. I'm not just some dumb chick. And I am not some open book, for you to read. Stay out of my life." I leave the table and head to class.

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"Hey, didn't see you at Lunch?" I look up and see Blake.

"I wasn't hungry," I bury my head into my arms.

"You ok?" Blake asks.

I let a big sigh out before I answer him, "Can you just leave me alone." The English teacher comes in and starts the class.

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Heat is the factor of producing sweat, even though sweat smears my eyeliner, it a good way to distress.

"Watch out," I flinch, and Luke catches the ball. "Focus sweetheart, don't want to get hurt." he backs up and dibbles backward.

"Alright bring it in." Once everyone gathers both girls and boys The Head coach continues, "So there's a change of plans, we will announce the team captains on Friday. Today we will be pairing up with each other's boys and girls, pair up with someone that plays your position."

Everyone looks around and doesn't pair up, they all stand around quite shy.

"Whatever, coach pair them up," quickly the assistance coach, starts to pair people. She grabs me and drags me to where Luke. Blake is then paired with Penny. The coach blows the whistle, "Quite everyone, the person your pair up with is going to be the person that every Thursday you will train with. If you don't like it then you should've acted quick." This is going to be a very long practice day.

After touching my toes, I move on to stretching my arms, when someone bumps me from the back, I fall forward and land on my arms.

"Think faster honey," Kyra yells out and continues to practice with Taylor. Can't say it was an accident, especially when it's the end of practice.

"Hey, you ok?" Luke stretches his hand, but I slap it away and get up on my own. I look at Luke to glare at him, he is staring at me, "Ever thought of just being nice and not yourself for a day?" Luke walks towards the right side of the gym where the exit doors are. I have no choice but to follow, not because I want to but because the lockers are that way.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I grab a basketball and throw it to him with force.

"oof" he smirks and dribbles the ball a bit, "I mean just that. What's with the big wall you build with every person you meet? Taylor is a great guy he doesn't treat anyone like that. if you give him a chance, you'll see that he is a gentleman."

"What makes you think I'm the problem?"

he stops and looks at me, "why do you just talk back, you just talk and don't listen, and when people want you to listen you ignore them. You are selfish and so egoistic; the world doesn't revolve around you-"

I turn to leave, "shut up."

Luke grabs my arm, "you know, that's what's so annoying about you. when someone is trying to help you. you ignore it. you dismiss it. you literally just don't care. But look, I am here to tell you, the world doesn't gravel at your feet, the world doesn't care about you. You are no one-"

I try to push him away but can't, my eyes are starting to water. I want to disappear. There are not a lot of people left but the ones here are looking.

"Stop, shut it" Luke tightens his hold.

" No, I am not dropping this, you need to get down from whatever pedestal your parents have told you are on. Because they are wrong, you may have everything, but no one cares." I finally manage to loosen his hold and push him away.

"Sorry, my life is perfect while yours isn't. Let me guess you got your life together while other people don't. "

Luke fist balls up, " you don't know anything-" the coach enters the room and blows the whistle.

"Everyone is supposed to be packing up. what are you-," I start heading toward the locker rooms when the coach calls me out?

"Where are you going Johnson, Hey I am talking to-" I run toward the Locker rooms and walk out with my stuff as fast as I can.