When we arrived home, I was finally put down. I had stopped punching Jason's back long ago, still thinking about the depth of Ty's eyes. I was still lost in them, even if I had lost contact way back in the shop. Hands sore, I seethed silently. When Jason looked at me, it was like a dam broke and I started yelling and shouting, "You son of a bit-"

"Don't insult my mom now!"

"Why wouldn't I insult you? Why won't you leave me alone? Seriously, I can't even sit across some one with out butting into my life with your big head. I mean, who the hell do you think you are? You don't control me. Nor do you own me so stop trying to prevent me from actually making friends and getting a life. People who aren't like you actually need to try to fit in."

"People like me?" His features expressed a look of confusion.

"You know," I stumbled, " popular, good looking people."

The corners of his mouth drifted up, "You think I'm good looking?"

I snorted, "Listenin to it carefully lover boy, I'm not repeating it.

I looked around to realise that I was sitting in the couch with Jason bandaging my red and swollen fists. I hadn't  put any tape on my hands when punching the bag and Jason's hard, muscled back didn't help. I stared at my lap sheepishly as Jason's grey blue eyes pierced me. I refused to meet his gaze. He leaned forward, "Princess, don't hang around with the bad type."

He left me there, confused. How could Ty be the 'bad type' when he was the sweetest boy I had ever met? Jason should have talking about himself, he was a completely different story. Annoying, infuriating and he didn't seen to be able to stay out of my business. Bad boy my butt. I cut a slice of left over cake and chomping on it. It seemed like Jason knew something I didn't. Ty had something to hide, however unlikely it seems and so did my neighbour.

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Few hours later, after changing out of my gym clothes which consisted of a pink shirt and black leggings, I decided to have some fun. Allison knocked on my door with piles of magazines and make up bags. Her grin was contagious as we bundled up the stairs. I was glad she hadn't said a word to me about the party when I called her. To be honest, I might have been avoiding her. When we got my room, we immediately started off with turning my wardrobe upside down.

After straightening our hair and panting our nails, we sang along to Selena Gomez's who says your not perfect:

Who says,

Who says you're not perfect,

Who says you're not worth it,

Who says you're the only one who's hurting,

Trust me,

That's the price of beauty,

Who says your not pretty,

Who says your not beautiful.

An incoming text broke me from dancing with Allison,

LOVE the way you are. Don't change yourself for people because your amazing, just the way you are.

-love Ty xox

I smiled he may have a secret but as I knew him, he was the sweetest boy ever.

So why was my mind wandering about the blonde haired boy who had warned me against him???

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Hi guys, my writing mojo is dripping fast and I found it really hard to finish this chapter so I hope you like it. You may not but please please please tell me what you think. I'm dying to know so vote or comment. I'll improve this and add more detail when I'm feeling up to it. Don't forget, you guys are what help me carry on!!

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Saudi Araybia.