(Gorgeous Grant Agustin as Tony)

Edited

Chapter 4: Can't Stand Him

When reality hits, it's like a ton of brinks falling. Crushing everything. The soul. The body. Everything.

It takes the air away from the lungs. It rips everything word from mouth. It makes everything seem so much worst.

Having reality crash down on me wasn't pretty. It tore me up inside because as much as I hate this feeling, guilt was eating me up inside. Consuming my every thought.

But guilt is one of the most powerful emotions. It makes a person go to their knees, crippling them. It makes second guess every decision ever made.

The reality of the situation as well as the guilt brought me to where I am currently. Walking the shore around the lake house,  a bottle of whisky in one hand, my heals in the other.

God I hate alcohol. I think to myself as i take another swig from the bottle, the burning liquid rushing down my already sore throat.

I feel numb.

But the alcohol was taking the overwhelming feeling of guilt away, replacing it with the most miserable sadness.

I am here alone, walking on the beach, at my party.

No one came chasing after me.

No one came to comfort me.

Hell, everyone inside has probably already forgotten that I was even there. That I ran out crying my eyes out.

No one cared, not even Will.

The party inside my house was still in full swing. I could hear the music blasting even from this far. I could see teens dancing on the patio.

This just proves the fact that  I am easily forgettable. That all that really matters is the great Cleo Price. And now I have crossed her.

But I really don't get it.  She hates, William Gold.

So why make him tonight's target?

She hates the fact that people respect him with no effort at all. She hates the fact that even with his bad boy persona he is above her in class ranking. She hates that he was my friend before her.

I think the last reason is the reason why she hates him the most.

She can't stand the fact that before her I had a group of people who accepted me for me. Who encouraged me to be the rebel girl that goes around the school spray painting lockers, degrading the populars. And most importantly she hates the fact that I was a threat to her power and reign, and Will cheered me on until I left myself behind.

I still remember when I met her, she was absolutely scared when I was able to tell her off.

Flashback to freshman year

"Okay class we have a new student. Cleo, why don't you introduce yourself to the class." The teacher suggested, and the new girl with mid back length, blonde hair stood up, turning in to show everyone in the class her face, a happy smirk quickly appearing.

Great another prep. I think to myself rolling my eyes.

"Hi, my name is Cleo Price. I just moved here Florida. I cheer and I also play softball- my old team was so close to nationals last year. I am an only child, and I love shopping." She says coolly, capturing the attention of every student in the room.

Boys sophomore and junior boys already drooling over her showy outfit.

"Of course you love shopping, you're a cheerleader." I say with venom dripping from my mouth. The distaste for her her appearance annoying me.

"Excuse me?" She questions, giving me a glare.

"Girly, I know you love your screaming, and dancing around like a stripper but I doubt at such a young age you need hearing aids."

"Marilyn" the teacher hisses at me, and I just raise a brow at her. She can't touch me, my mother would be here in minutes if she did.

Cleo looks me up and down then smirks, "It's fine Mrs. D, I got this." She says to our teacher

"Marilyn is it?" She asks in a sickly sweet voice, and I cock my head to the side, entertained with her belief that she can stand up to me. "I may be a cheerleader, but honey, at least I don't look like an Avril Lavigne wanna be."

"Oh but I don't have blonde hair like you bimbo, I mean did you dye your hair so much you killed that brain of yours?" I ask her, smirking.

"Well at least I'm hot," she says as her defeat is evident.

"Well at least I don't need to shake my ass or wear clothes that make me look like a hooker, like some people." I then pause for a minute, "oh wait that's you." I look at my nails, as if bored, in which I am, then look back up at her shocked face. "What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" I ask getting up, and walking to the front of the room, all the eyes of the silent students in the class, on me.

"Mrs. D a pleasure being in your class." I give her a fake smile, then walk out the classroom door, heading for the back of the school where I know the guys will be.

END OF FLASHBACK

It's getting lighter and lighter out right now, making it almost sunrise, and the fact the party is still in full swing is astonishing.

I stare at the lake ahead drinking the rest of the whisky then throwing the empty bottle towards my house. I hate that house now. I hate everyone in it.

I squeeze my eyes closed then reopen them, trying to think straight, but its hard. It's hard to think about anything when all you want to do is just fall asleep.

But I want to watch the sunrise so I force my drunken self to stay awake.

I laugh as I walk down to the shore, holding the heels of my shoes as I walk far enough for the cool water to rush around my ankles. It's funny how life works out. I never pictured myself to be the girl outside the party, thinking about my life choices while drunk but I guess kissing the school's bad boy does that to you.

I wonder where I would be if I never met Cleo. If I never became her friend. Would I still have little to no friends? Would still be playing soccer? Would I have rebelled even more?

I probably would still be drunk right now, I think to myself, and laugh bitterly, but get rudely interrupted by shouting.

"Put your hands up, you are under arrest." I hear, spinning around and almost falling into the water, but I save myself with my drunkenness and there I see the flashing blue and red lights of the police, and a nice one holding cuffs, looking straight at me. Well this isn't good.

Author: So you know we don't always meet our besties and instantly think we are going to be besties. You know?

Cleo: Well at least she feels guilty now, so I guess maybe I can forgive her.

Author: (rolls eyes) What you did was wrong too.

Cleo: But I'm Cleo Price lady.

Author: What is with everyone calling me lady?

Quinn: So you know the cops showed up...

Random Teen: Nah

Author: Okay this is just getting weird now. Thank you guys so much for reading. Please vote, comment and subscribe!

Will: She's still desperate for your attention.