"No Amanda, you can't come over and go through my wardrobe," I said, rolling my eyes.

I threw a red flannel onto the bed. Amanda groaned. I turned to face my laptop where Amanda sat at her desk, already dressed and ready for school. We had been facetiming for about an hour now since she was freaking out from yesterday over me not answering my phone after she figured out I punched Thalia. That and she heard I was 'distressed'. She was not the only one calling me, John was too. Last time I let Sarah give my number out when I'm not bothered.

It took me way too long to explain everything and reassure her that I was fine. Sarah did try to call me, many times actually, but she couldn't join our call since she was busy getting ready and was now on her way to school with Dillon.

I was going to explain everything once I got to school. It's probably good she didn't FaceTime us while with Dillon because I don't think he wants to hear me say anything about Jack. To be honest, I think it would give him a reason to pick a fight with Jack.

"But I want to pick out your outfit, you have to look nice for the attention you and Jack are about to get," Amanda joked with a smirk.

"Don't remind me," I groaned, placing my hands on my hips. She chuckled.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure it won't be that bad today," she attempted to reassure me.

"Then obviously you don't know Thalia and her love for attention, drama, and to be just about the biggest bitch in our school," I muttered bitterly.

"You're right, I don't know her; she's trash to me," Amanda shrugged. I quirked my lips up. "Enough about her, I'm interested to know when you're going to confess to Jack your deep desire to make out with him?" she teased.

My cheeks heated up, as I quickly leapt towards my laptop so I could put the volume down. I just had to have the volume loud and trust that she wouldn't embarrass me. I really hope no one heard that.

"What was that?"

I gasped as I turned my head to look over my shoulder at Jack leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed and a smirk across his lips. Crap, someone did hear her. Of course, that's why Amanda would say that.

She never says stuff like that, she still dislikes Jack but absolutely loves to embarrass and tease me to no end, more so in front of the guy himself if she ever has the chance to. I'm so kicking her ass when I get to school. I can hear her laughter through the speaker despite it being on low volume so I decided to mute her instead real quick.

"Nothing, just Amanda talking shit and trying to fulfil what her dark heart tells her to do," I grinned.

"Sure," he nodded with a raised brow. When he left, I sighed with relief.

"Thank God," I mumbled before unmuting Amanda.

"Was I right? Or was I right?" she immediately spoke up and asked jokingly. I rolled my eyes and gave her the middle finger.

"Bye Amanda," I said before ending the call when she went to interject.

I shook my head as I stood up. I don't know how many times I have to tell her I don't have a 'crush' on Jack but of course, she doesn't believe me. She says I'm in denial but there's no way. My feelings still lie with Dillon. Despite the fact he drives me crazy to the point where it's a concern, he's still someone I love, my first one really. I'm not about to throw that all away for someone else.

I attempted to put in my eye contacts while I was standing in front of the bathroom mirror. But the day was already proving to be bad because my little sister decided to run in screaming at that moment still in her fairy pyjamas. She knocked into me as she ran around me in a circle.

I cursed under my breath as I watched it go down the sink, praying that it didn't get ruined. Lisa ran inside to try and catch her, succeeding in her attempt. As Catherine was dragged out, she managed to grab onto the tap and open it, letting the water drown my contact lenses and start to go down the drain.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath when Catherine was out of earshot. Lisa managed to get her back to her room, just not in time to save my contacts, which unfortunately was my last pair so...fun for me.

I was supposed to buy more after school with Sarah and Amanda but I can already tell how my day will be from just this. I now have to use my old glasses, the ones I used to wear back before I moved. I never bought another pair since I consistently used eye contacts. Now, I regret it.

"Great, yay, my luck is perfect," I grumbled.

I opened the mirror cabinet and grabbed my glasses case. I used a small cloth to clean the lenses before putting them on. I was lucky I even had this backup. My parents thought I would need it. They never approved of my contact lenses since they preferred me in 'all my natural beauty'. They still helped me pay for it though because they wanted to see me happy.

"I'm sorry hon; I should have caught her quicker," Lisa apologised as she walked by, stopping at the doorway with a frown.

"No, it's ok, it's not you or Catherine's fault, I'm clumsy this morning and also not prepared," I sighed.

"I don't think you should be worrying, your glasses look absolutely lovely," she complimented. I smiled.

"Thanks," I mumbled. She gave me a nod before walking off.

I sighed as I stared at myself in the mirror. I guess I should get over it and stop being dramatic. I don't think it makes me look different; it just probably just makes my eyes look big. I got my bad eyesight mainly from my mother and grandmother. My grandmother, however, only needs glasses for reading mainly.

I got changed and tied my hair in a half ponytail. I then went downstairs after grabbing my phone and fixing my glasses constantly since I'm not used to it, not after two years of it not being in use. At least it's better than the other pair, the wide-lens ones. I looked like a grandmother in those.

I tugged at the sleeves of my sweater. I had decided to dress more comfortably today. I wore a white turtleneck sweater, black skinny jeans and boots.

"This is an old look," Jack commented with a raised brow as he glanced at me up and down while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Is there a problem with it?" I scowled. He instantly raised his free hand in defence.

"No, actually, on the contrary, you look beautiful," he smiled. My cheeks began to heat up as I looked away.

"Smartass," I mumbled. He chuckled.

"Ah young love," Lisa sighed as she walked into the kitchen with a bright smile followed by Catherine and Max.

"Not love," I corrected. I swatted Max's hands away from my hair as he attempted to mess it up by ruffling it. Cat sat next to me and instantly beamed up at me. I smiled at her.

"She's in denial," Jack whispered. I rolled my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him, while he did the same.

"Stop acting like kids," Lisa scolded.

"I'll be back late today, I'm going out for the night," Max told us.

"Don't wake us up when you get back," Lisa instructed. He grinned and nodded with toast hanging from his mouth.

"Disgusting," I muttered, rolling my eyes and shaking my head.

Once we were done with breakfast, I ran out the door with Jack chasing me. He caught up to me and grabbed my waist. I laughed as we both collapsed onto the grass. We smiled at each other before he got up first and helped me up.

"How about I drive you to school on your motorcycle?" Jack suggested. I raised a brow as I straddled my bike.

"In your dreams," I scoffed. His lips curled into a smirk.

"What about the favour you owe me?" he questioned. I tilted my head and crossed my arms.

"Favour?" I raised a brow.

"Don't tell me you forgot already when you snuck out?" he said. Ah shit, damn him. I remember that; I just thought he would forget about it. At least it's better than any other crap.

"No," I said bluntly. I was about to put my helmet on but Jack was quick to place his hands on top of mine to stop me. I glanced up at him.

"A deal's a deal bubblegum," he teased. I stared at him with my mouth slightly agape. What an ass.

"My hair may be pink but it ain't bubblegum asshole," I retorted with a glare.

He rolled his eyes before motioning for me to move over. I huffed in annoyance but reluctantly moved back for him to jump on. He's lucky I had a spare helmet in case Dillon, Amanda, or Sarah were to ever join me though Sarah would freak out and scream her head off.

He put his helmet on before revving the engine. He's lucky I turned it on for him though I have no doubt he would know how to use and ride one. I wrapped my arms around his torso before he sped off. I could see from the side mirrors Jack's sly smirk. He was enjoying this. Again I say what an ass.

"Stop smirking," I muttered. His body shook underneath my touch with laughter.

Once we got to school, I was immediately approached by Dillon before I could even get my helmet off. I instantly took a step back in surprise when he cupped my face into his hands and connected our lips roughly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed back despite the voice in my head telling me this didn't feel right. There was no excitement, no spark, nothing special. There used to be but now, it's like it's all gone. I've barely talked or seen him. We don't hang out. Probably right now, that's for the best until we talk things out.

"What was that for?" I mumbled as he rested his forehead against mine.

I noticed he snuck a quick glare behind me and I instantly knew why. Jack; it was because Jack was here, with me. I don't know if I should be hurt that he only kissed me to show me off or whatever in front of Jack or be angry. He always has something to prove.

"I missed you; we don't hang out anymore," Dillon replied. He tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear as he leaned his head back.

"We can hang out after school," I smiled.

"I'm going inside," Jack said as he walked past us.

I frowned as I glanced over Dillon's shoulder at him. His fists were noticeably clenched. Almost half of everyone outside started to follow him with mischievous grins and phones clenched in their grubby hands, ready for whatever was about to go down that none of us two knew. I looked back towards Dillon to see he was also looking at him from over his shoulder with a vengeful smirk.

"Dillon, what's going on?" I asked hesitantly.

"He's only getting what he deserves," he shrugged.

Fuck. I knew what that meant and it wasn't good; it just confirmed my fears. I pushed away from Dillon before running into the school. I halted when I saw Thalia on top of the stairs with a megaphone and the black book in her hand.

The smirk on her face made me wish I could smack it right off. The bandage on her nose, however, brought joy to me knowing her nose was broken. That's what she gets for attempting to mess with my head.

"Hey, are you ok?" I jumped when John appeared next to me with his hand on my shoulder. He had a frown on his lips.

"I'm fine but do you know what's going on?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I was hoping you did," he said.

"She wants to humiliate Jack in front of the whole school," Sarah answered my question. Sarah and Amanda appeared by my side.

"Of course she does, she's not Thalia unless she does something dramatic," I muttered.

"Ladies and gentlemen! As you all should already know from the photos I sent over Instagram last night, our good ole school's heartthrob has a, what's the cliché word for it called? Oh right, a 'little black book' and, disgustingly, has all our names for his pleasure to tick off and use," Thalia shouted into the megaphone.

I cringed. That was so high-pitched and off-pitch; absolutely terrible. Everyone began shouting profanities at Jack who was front and centre and seemed unfazed by the attention.

"I don't get what's so bad when you have a longer list of those who you have actually slept with," Jack shrugged. I think I saw steam come out of Thalia's ears as she narrowed her eyes at him.

"I hope you're ok for everyone to hate you Jack, you deserve it," Thalia smirked.

"I mean the book's not mine but sure," he muttered.

"It's Wayne's!" I interjected, grabbing the arm of the guy I now hated and dragging him forward. I hate everyone who's in Thalia's inner circle.

"What the fuck? No, it's not," Wayne argued. He took a step back but Sarah and Amanda shoved him forward.

"Why are you defending him? He deserves this after everything he's done to you," Dillon questioned as he roughly pulled my arm and twisted me around to face his glaring eyes.

He's right, he does deserve it after everything he put me through ever since we met years ago but I believe that if you are innocent, you shouldn't have to be the one to suffer the consequences of the other's actions.

"I believe things should be fair, you know that about me, at least, I hope you do," I argued, challenging him with my own glare. His eyes widened. I pulled my arm out of his loose grip and turned around.

"The book is all a bunch of bullshit! Sorry, it mainly belongs to a dumbass! Wayne! This dipshit!" I exclaimed. Everyone was staring at me now. Crap. I forgot how much I despise the attention, the eyes on me.

"You're that bitch that got Jack to punch my friend, Tristan," Wayne accused, glaring at me.

"That wasn't her fault; that was because you had your fucking hands on her," Jack defended. Wayne took a step forward and tried to intimidate him but when Jack took a step forward to challenge him, he instantly backed away.

"Pussy," Sarah muttered, rolling her eyes.

"Do you have proof of your claim ugly Betty?" Thalia questioned, taunting me. I clenched my fists but otherwise held my anger at bay.

"No Gollum, I do not," I shot back. Thalia narrowed her eyes.

"Then you have no case," she dismissed.

I went to protest again but Dillon grabbed my hand and dragged me away from the middle of the crowd. I cursed at him while trying to pry his hands off of me as Thalia smirked and winked at Dillon. I gaped as I stared from her to my boyfriend, who I now contemplated slapping because that wink meant bad news. Thalia circled Jack as if she were a shark or some shit. Dillon spun me around him and threw me over his shoulder.

"Dillon!" I yelped, my eyes widening. He ignored me and began walking away quickly, away from where all the conflict was going down. "This is not fair! You can't just shut me up like this!" I protested.

"Sorry babe, I can't let you interrupt and ruin everything," Dillon said bluntly. I scowled.

"Are you helping her?" I questioned.

"What?"

"Thalia, are you helping that bitch? The one that acts like she's Gollum from Lord of the Rings or some shit," I sneered.

He remained silent, which only confirmed my suspicion. I didn't protest after that. I fell silent. He was really willing to work with Thalia to hurt Jack even though I should be the one enacting some form of revenge. Jack has done nothing to Dillon, if anything, Dillon has mainly been the one to start the arguments and fights with Jack.

When Dillon got to the back of the school and put me down, I was quick to make an attempt to run away but he grabbed both my arms, bringing me to a halt.

"Seriously Dillon, let me go, this isn't funny," I snapped.

"You can't interrupt," he argued.

"And you can't tell me what to do," I retorted.

"Let him get what he deserves, it's not worth trying to help him, this is what happens when you use people and try to kiss other guys' girlfriends," he tried to persuade me.

Now I see why he did it. Because he thinks it was Jack who tried to kiss me and only him. Thalia must have also been able to convince him of the book being his as well. It is something she would do.

I just wish she'd fuck off out of my life but, of course, she wants to be the centre of attention so she likes to turn everyone against each other. I mean, I have a reason to hate Jack, I don't know why she does unless it's her form of entertainment.

"I have something to tell you about that, about how he 'tried to kiss me'," I mumbled, crossing my arms across my chest. His eyes narrowed as his fists clenched, hearing them crack as he did so.

"The little fucker," Dillon grumbled.

"Dillon, he wasn't the one who tried to kiss me, we both leaned in, we just didn't kiss because I ran away," I admitted, staring at the floor. It was better than looking at his face. I was scared to look into his eyes.

"Stop trying to defend him," he protested.

He's in denial

"Trust me, I wish I was, but it's true," I muttered. He didn't utter a word and, for a moment, fear coursed through my body.

"You didn't kiss him?" he questioned. I frowned and glanced up at him slightly before nodding in response. "Then I forgive you," Dillon shrugged. I raised a brow.

There wasn't a hint of anger in his eyes, no betrayal; even his body language gave no indication of how he felt at all. He blew it off so quickly. I should be happy that he didn't blow up about the ordeal but it's weird that he gets angry over everything else to do with Jack but this, when I'm involved, he skipped over it and easily forgave me without a second thought. Either he's just really understanding, forgives people easily or he's hiding his feelings. I don't know what else there is.

"Are you sure?" I questioned. Dillon nodded and smiled.

"We're still good," he reassured me. He pecked my lips and I gave him a half smile but it felt fake since I wasn't convinced. "Love you," Dillon said.

"Love you too," I muttered.

Something doesn't feel right here