I was über-annoyed. My face- my face was a mess. It was a complete disaster. My already sucky green eyes were now red, my skin was blotchy, my face was pale with no colour to be seen. Even though I knew that this wouldn't last, and that it would go away in about twelve hours... I still hated it. I looked... well not like me.

I scowled at my reflection in disgust. Ugh. My hair was also a mess. It was nothing like my mothers. Hers was blond, and my hair is I think what they call an ombre? Whatever. Stupid damn hair you know. My grandmother use to refer me as the outsider, well when she was alive...

I shook my head, clearing away from that thought. Lets address my first problem... uh first. I looked like a hairless siamese cat, who came out of a dumpster. Yup.

I stripped and started the shower.

Just relax Mer. Just relax.

~•~

After the shower, I felt better. Genuinely I did. But I was anxious. School was starting in a week, I don't want to risk having a breakdown. In front of everyone... So much people, including Jen. Jenna Warden, the most popular girl at Heatherby's High School. She was also the most bitchy, stupid, and mean girl there. And in my eyes... a big slut.

Oh god. If I have one there... she'll ugh I can't even think about what she would do. And knowing her, it won't be pretty.

I was friends with her once upon a time. I loved her and she loved me. Until our friendship was pretty badly ruined, over a damn guy. His name was Johnny Michaels. I could tell Jenna really liked him. It wasn't a silly school crush, she really liked him. But there was a teensy-weensy problem. He was part of "The Group" and we weren't exactly the big package.

Long story short, she changed her life, her attitude, her friends, her style-and in return, became a whole lot of bullshit.

As you can see, apparently I wasn't 'right' enough for her and her group of Fat-A's.

I shut my eyes and groaned. I felt one of my headaches coming up. I walked to the Med-Cabinet and grabbed a dose of Advil. Hey, I might be mentally crazy but I am not a druggie. Just a girl with a headache.

I took a glass and walked over to the kettle to pour some water, when I saw it. It was an email on the computer addressed to my dad. From this person named Camila C. my dad never got any emails, let alone from strange woman... Assuming that Camila C. is a woman.

Knowing me, stupid and curious, I clicked on it. I friggin' clicked on it. The email was written in some weird curly internet font. I tilted my head wondering who would write this to my dad.

To: Rob Safford

From: Your Lovie Buttkins, Camila <3

Hey there my Rob-Rob, how are you doing? I miss you sooooooo much! I loved my time with you last Monday... It was such a blast, lets do it again sometime. Call me. <3 <3 <3 <3

Fuck no. Fuck no. This was not happening.

I backed away from the computer in disgust. How could he? How dare he? I could feel a billion questions form in my head.

Gosh, does mom know? They've been fighting, I obviously knew that... But why? Why would he do that?

Mom. Oh my god mom would die if she found out... I can't, I can't, I can't. I felt it build, the pressure, the fear, the loss of control. It couldn't happen again. This couldn't be happening. This can't, can't, can't.

"Mer, pull yourself together. Breathe Mer. Breathe." I slid to the ground and desperately gulped in bits of air. No, no, no, I can't. I couldn't breathe, not in here, not where he has been.

I sputtered and coughed. Outside. On the hill. Where the sun shines the brightest. Where the grass is the greenest. Where it's the softest. Where it was safe. It was safe. It was safe.

No, I had to get outside. I stumbled with the kitchen counter until I was able to pull myself up. Outside. I thought, I had to get outside. I ran towards the door, hitting chairs and walls along the way. And then finally. I was outside.

I hungrily gulped down the air. Oh, it was so sweet, so fresh. I'm okay now. I'm okay. I was okay. I thought as I let out a final shattered breath.

I stood up unevenly. And I walked. I walked down my porch, walked past my driveway, and I knew exactly where I was going. I was going to my spot, my safety net, my hill.

I found it two summers ago. I was only 14. I was free of everything, no attacks, no worries. I was me, that hill was just somewhere I went for fun, but now, that hill was my place. It was my no-worry station. If that makes sense.

I was there and I felt me again. I breathed in and out. I sat down and just relaxed. I used to come here with Carolyn Reed. My best friend, and she was my everything. She was the best, really. Fun, joyful, and I was free around her. Only she was in New York. Touring with her boyfriend, Jimmy. Honestly, I hated Jimmy. Carolyn might not agree, but I see how Jimmy treats her. And it is disgusting.

I suddenly saw a smudge of blue from the corner of my vision. I whipped my head in that direction. Nothing blue. Must have just been the sun playing tricks. I thought.

Then I slowly turned my head back. Only this time, a boy was standing in front of me. Head mostly covered in his hood, hands in pockets. I saw no face, It was all hidden in his blue sweater. And I mean come on, what was I suppose to do?

I screamed. I quickly covered my face with my hands. I mean it's not everyday a guy appears in your face, with well, no face.

"Woah there woman! Sush! I'm just a damn guy alright?" He said. I peeked through my fingers. Then to prove his point, he pulled his hood off to reveal a face. But wow, his face was perfect... High cheekbones, perfect jawline, lips pink and soft. But his eyes were mesmerizing, deep green going well with his brown hair. But his eyes were hiding something. Something not good.

I'm glad that I covered my face. It would have been super awkward to let him see I was staring crazy at him. Because I was.

I put my hands back to my sides revealing my face. And I got confused when the boy started staring, mouth gapping at me. Ugh, what? Did I have something in my teeth? I squirmed uncomfortably.

"Okay, seriously, could you not stare at me like that?" I said, confronting him. Suddenly he snapped out of his trance and his mouth formed a smirk.

"I was just hoping I could find a pretty girl, I guess I've been mistaken." Then my view of him turned from Okay to F-You Jerk.

"Hi, I'm Shawn. Shawn Matson."

-Shawn's POV-

She was pretty. No. She was beautiful. Her wavy brownish, blondish hair looked so soft, creepily, I want to touch it. Her lips were so lovely, the colour of pink roses, and her cheeks blushed so softly pink. But her eyes were what drew me in. They were just a piercing light blue. Reminded me of-

"Okay, seriously, could you not stare at me like that?" The girl said.

Oh, I was staring? What the hell is wrong with me? I fought a blush and instead presented her with one of my smirks.

"I was just hoping I could find a pretty girl, I guess I've been mistaken." Shawn you liar. Then heavily regretted my words, seeing hurt and anger flush onto her face.

"Hi, I'm Shawn. Shawn Matson." I said, putting forward a hand to shake.

"Hi to you too. I'm Fuck. Fuck Off." Well there's definitely more to this girl than I thought. I decided to play along.

"It's very nice to meet you Fuck Off." I tried to hold back a snicker.

"Idiot."

"Hey, I am so not." I said giving her a smile, folding up my arms in defence.

"Why is it acceptable for you to be an idiot, but not for me to point it out?" She snapped. I snickered. This girl really was something.

"Seriously though, what do you want with me?" She said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Everyone knows this is my place."

"Well I'm sorry. I don't wast my time watching Keeping Up With Morons."

"You should try watching it, it's a really good show. But I would prefer you say: Keeping Up With The Hot Greek God, instead." She scowled at me. Great going Shawn. She definitely loves you now.

"Okay, you don't own this property so this cannot be your place. And if you want me out, too bad, cause human rights!"

She was really something. And I liked that.

-Meredith's POV-

Ugh, I came here to relax and this Shawn, just has to ruin it.

"I didn't catch your name, tell me what it is? Seriously though." He asked. Oh I'll tell hims seriously. I stood up, facing him directly.

"Not. A. Chance. Goodbye." Then I walked off, leaving him there gapping like the idiot he is.

This Chapter is way longer than the other one! This was epically fun to write. So most of my chapters will be about this long or maybe longer. And my updates, I will try to update about ever 2-3 days! Thanks You! GO SHHHAAAWWN!

-Esmette Taylor