Pancakes. That was the first thing I smelt when I woke up. I followed my nose to see Jason tucking in to a plate stacked high with the batter. Stealing one, I ran back upstairs. After getting changed into a turquoise skirt and black shirt, I stared at the girl in the mirror. I didn't look real, it was hard to believe that their was feeling behind all the fake eyelashes and layers of lipstick and lip gloss. That I was actually their. I felt like a slut. But this was what made people like me right. My personality didn't really give me an advantage. Sure, after trying in front of the mirror for so many years, I could strut like nobody's business and sure I could flirt and have people hanging off my every word. Sure, I could put on make up for any occasion and pick out a dress that looked like it was made for me. Yeah sure I could flip my hair and rule over queen bee when school started. But behind my facade of bravado I just wanted a friend. Sophia Allison had given me that but although she was incredibly pretty, she was one of those girls who was nice to everyone. Not the queen bee,, queen bees were smart, sly. They could turn any one against you. Kerri and Tiffany came to mind. I hadn't seen them since the party and had no intention of seeing them again, but they would come. Come back for Jason. The truth was that girls like me didn't get him. Many girls who looked like me, clad in the same short skirts that I wore would get him. To get all the guys, you had to not feel. Not feel remorse, nor the painful stab of guilt that accompanied it's friend: lying. I didn't like Jason, I knew the type of boy he was, player, lier. If I did feel any attraction, it was those Damn eyes or facial features. Every girl was attracted to hi guys, no joke. I guess mother nature had put me in with the way of them. How many other girls were thinking of him? I knew for a fact that it wasn't just me. It couldn't be.

Then came in Tyler. What about him? He didn't seem like a player. He seemed like a gentleman. I remembered his gaze. It held something different. Not intensity like Jason's but something more passionate and sweet. How I acted differently towards him, it wasn't normal. I felt more content, more happy. If had been Jason, I would have snapped, but all I had done was smile. Yes, he was my dearest friend. I may have not known him, but he knew me. If he could put up with a mess like me, even if his messages were our of sympathy, he still bothered and for me, that was enough.

Iinspected my skin. Flawless. I didn't buy 50 different brands of cream for no reason. I had it all. But I didn't exactly great start. But for now, that didn't matter. Now, I needed to go out and fond out as much as I could about this town and its people. About this town and two particular boys.

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The sun shone on  tanned legs and I looked around. Normal mundane people doing normal mundane things. Guys riding motorbikes, parents no where to be seen, probably at work and  gangs of girls hanging around Jason's house.

Out of luck suckers,he's at my house I thought smugly. Why I felt smug I had no idea why. Now, back to what I was doing. Where to start? Where to-

My breathing was cut off as a tattooed arm went around my neck. I couldn't move, my inability to breath was not helping. I stayed still knowing I'd need my energy for later. I squirmed as I felt my legs being scraped through a dark alley. I could practically fell the germs crawling up my legs. It was like de ja vu, I remembered them, hauling towards the Dustbin, groaning and whining as they dragged my heavy, bulk of a body through a pavement.

I could hear voices both male, but all I heard was the insults of the teenagers that surrounded me. I was still in a trance, "Oh my God, do you know how heavy she is? You can't even drag her any where,"

I started clawing at the arm around my neck, "So worthless, I mean, talk about ugly." Can't breath, all the jeers came back to me, one by one; every single word of their trash talk ran through my ears. I mean-

The air came back to my lungs as I was dropped to the ground. Bad idea to drop a martial arts expert to the ground. Especially one that can back flip like a pro. I jumped up, punch the tattooed guy straight in the nose. He went down, a bunch of colourful words flying out of his mouth. The other guy was slightly shorter with a slender frame an  I realised it was Jason's friend from the cafe. 

I growled, "Friend of Jason."

Realisation crossed his face, and swear words flew out of his mouth. I snorted, "How big your mouth is."

Helping his half conscious friend up, he growled, "He never told me you pack a good punch."

I stiffened, "Excuse me." 

He didn't answer, only muttering incoherent things. I caught the words trouble and punch but the rest of his swords were blurred. 

I waved a hand in front of his face,"Hello? Shortie?"

When he didn't answer,I slapped his cheek causing him to hiss in pain and walk off, carrying his heavy friend, he wasn't helping at all. I ran after him but two shouts of "Hey" stopped me. I whirled around to face two very angry losses, very angry boys...

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