"Aubrey." I kept my head down, staring at the BIC pen sitting on my history book, listening to a voice I never wanted to be familiar with as it tried to catch my attention. I narrowed my eyes at my book as she opened her mouth again.

"Aubrey." She patted my shoulder trying to grab my attention, resulting in me swinging around so I'm face to face with her, drawing attention from the whole class, who are nosey fuckers may I add. Although I don't really blame them, history with Mr. Dutch was about as interesting as a white wall.

"What do you want?" I snapped at Sherrie, feeling guilty when the smile she had on her face vanished. She doesn't say anything so I just turned back around and faced Mr. Dutch, who hadn't even noticed our conversation due to his own chattering.

Class soon came to an end, without Sherrie interfering. I didn't know how much longer I could've put up with her nagging before I caved and wanted to hear what she had to say.

"Why don't you like me?" I turned around and come face to face with Sherrie once again.

"I like you." I half-lied. I did like her, I just didn't like that she was with Jack. She was nice, she was beautiful and she seemed to be really innocent. All the things I wasn't, and all the things Jack wanted.

"No, you don't. Why not?" By now everyone had cleared the classroom, and all that was left was the half-deaf Mr. Dutch who was sitting at his desk reading, probably about more 'exciting' history things.

"Hurry up." I walked off and Sherrie followed close behind.

I sat down on the cold silver seats in the far corner of the courtyard, Sherrie sitting down next to me as I pulled a cigarette out of my pack and lit it up.

"Why do you care if I don't like you, Sherrie?"

"I care that you don't have a reason not to like me." She corrected, playing with her hair.

She was right, I didn't have a reason not to like her. Jack and her were happy, they weren't even together for fuck's sake. I was blowing things way out of proportion, but I couldn't help but hurt.

"I don't like you and Jack being together." I blurted out. Smooth, Aubs.

I watched her shocked expression as I inhaled a drag of my cigarette. "He told me you two had a thing a long time ago, and that you were over each other, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

"You don't need to be sorry, you hardly know me." I couldn't help but feel even worse when she apologised to me.

"I-I care about him, Aubrey." She stuttered — obviously feeling like she shouldn't be saying that to me of all people. "I'm sorry if it upsets you but he cares about me too."

Suddenly I felt bad. She wasn't official with Jack and I shouldn't make her feel like I had any input in their relationship. I was acting just like Sebastian had been to me all these years. She'd never intended to hurt me.

"I just don't want him hurt," I muttered. I didn't want him broken-hearted, but some selfish part of me was worried I'd be hurt too.

I went to open my mouth again, before hearing my name being called out. I spun around to see Izzy running towards us in her sweatpants and top, pom-poms in both hands, before sitting down on the other side of the tables.

"You'll never guess what happened. Aubrey, guess what happened." A grin was evident on her face, but you never know what's going to pop out of the mouth of this girl.

"You said I won't guess?"

"Okay, you've pulled my leg." She left a dramatic pause as she got off the seat, sitting on the table instead, right parallel from me, practically straddling me, looking around to see if anyone's looking across the oval, before pulling a joint out of her pocket, sparking it up.

"I was at cheer practice and Bec, do you know Bec? Brown hair, brown eyes?" I nodded, I knew Bec. "She broke her leg." She thanked the Lord and offered me some of her spliff, which I declined.

"Why's it a good thing Bec broke her leg?" The best friend I knew could be a bitch but she wouldn't be happy her team was suffering, she'd been a cheerleader since the first day of year seven, and since then she'd been hooked to it.

"Which means we need someone to take her spot," she smirked.

"No." The smirk was still clear on her face. "I mean it, Izzy. I'm not prancing around like a pony."

She seemed unconvinced, before turning towards the person she was ignoring the whole time she was here, "What are you doing here?" Her tone turned cold and I couldn't help but find myself almost about to defend Sherrie.

"Actually, I was just about to leave." She stood up and walked away, and a moment later Iz began her questioning.

"What was that about?" Before I could babble on about it, the bell went.

I walked to my English class side by side with Iz, my books weighing a tonne in my arms. "Please Aubrey? We can spend more time with each other, and you'd look good in the uniform." I looked down at the uniform I was already forced to wear, I didn't need another one.

We entered the classroom before sitting down in the nearest seat. I placed my textbook, notebook, laptop, and the book we have to study on the desk, making a loud thump, before opening up the exercise book and writing the date on the top right corner.

Miss Fenna, the youngest teacher in our school walked over to us and stood in front of Izzy. "Where are your books?"

"Don't have any." Iz shrugged, nodding to her empty desk.

"Well find some, and what's that smell?" I was more than sure she knew what marijuana smelled like.

Iz looked up at her, trying to fight back a smirk. "My perfume."

"Why are your eyes red?"

"My dog died, thanks for reminding me though." Izzy didn't have a dog, but she continued to pretend to wipe her tears and snot. "You know Miss, you're a lot like my dog."

"And hows that?" Miss Fenna flipped her blonde hair to the back of her shoulder, keeping her head high.

"My dog was a bitch too."