Author's Note

Hey Guys! So If we can get to 50 -60 reads/views, I will let you chose one of the 3 to happen in the story! Basically if we get 50-60 views, I will allow you guys to chose what to happen in one of the chapters!

Options:

1. A fight to break out.

2. Break out of epic boy-girl drama.

3. A truth to be told/realized.

Thanks!

Was I really that ugly? I know I'm not pretty, am I that hideous? I removed my wandering hands from my face. I should just forget about it. After all, the person that said it was a stranger I didn't even know. A really hot stranger. God that jawline...

I proper my elbows onto the counter and leaned my face onto my palm. My dad cheated on my mom. I sighed. The words felt so unfamiliar. This teared me apart–pretty badly. But my mother, it would kill her.

My father, he wasn't my biological one. My real one got up and left as soon as he got the news. It left my mom clueless, scared, and nervous. So she found my dad. My parents didn't know that I know. I learned two years ago, accidentally overhearing a conversation.

I didn't take me for surprise. I respected my father, I even liked him. But there was no love, never love. And now, I've lost my respect and I despise him.

He could have at least tried. Tried to be there for me! He was never the father I needed him to be. Even if he hasn't actually left us, in my heart, he was never there in the first place.

Those late nights, business trips, long work hours. I believed them! We both did! Little did we know they were dirty, dirty lies coming out of his dirty mouth.

No, I couldn't tell her. I couldn't risk the little family we have left. I couldn't do that. But that doesn't mean I could ruin him. And ruining him was what I planned to do.

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Camila lived on South Wythenburne Lane 158. And with a quick internet surf, I found out that she was married to Daniel Warren, and mother to Alessia Warren, and Joey Warren. Wait–what the hell? Alessia Warren? I was baffled, she was Queen Bee #2 right after Little Miss Jenna.

She hated me right along with Jenna. I bet she'd be so happy to hear that my father has been sleeping with her mother.

I snorted, obsessed with the thought.

I grabbed the keys to my Porsche Panamera. Yes I own a Porsche Panamera. My parents make lots of money in their businesses. My father was the CEO of a software developing company, Port Tech Inc. and I'll give it to him, I loved what he does, and more than anything, I want to be the next CEO. My mother was a investment banker. That was why I don't see her much. But then again neither do I see my father.

In most peoples views, I was just the CEO's little rich daughter. And I was perfectly fine staying that way.

I started plunged the key into the keyhole and the car engine fired up. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. But then again, he deserves everything I have in plan.

Angry and frustrated, I started to drive a little recklessly. I looked at my speedometer and gasped when I saw the current speed I was going. And it was really, really fast. I was just about to slow down my car when I saw a black figure in front of me.

No, no, no! I was going to hit someone! God dammit! I tried to stop the car. I really did. I fumbled with the wheel, trying to turn back until I felt the car slam into something hard. The pressure of it sent my arms and body flailing around.

A sharp pain sliced through my head, and I screamed out in pain. It hurt so badly. Then the pain dimmed just as I felt my self slowly lose confidence.

I focused on that voice. That deep, rich voice shouting out to me.

Then I blacked out.

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I woke up gasping for air, but then yelped as a sharp pain decided from my chests. I looked above me. It was the same white ceiling, only this time it was accompanied by a boy with brown hair, green eyes, and a beautiful face. And I felt creepily safe for some reason. Oh look who it is...

"Jerkface." I muttered. And his serious expression turned back to the smirk I knew and loved. Note my sarcasm.

"Thank you for those wonderful words. Really they were applauding!" He said sarcastically.

"Why are you here and what did you do?" I asked.

"Um, you mean besides carrying you for five blocks, and driving you all the way here?" The car crash...right. Wait what? He carried me?

Apparently my mortification showed on my face, which obviously resulted in one of his snide comments.

"I know, if I were you, I would have wanted to have been able to enjoyed it too," I felt heat rush my face.

"Thanks..." I muttered

"I'm sorry what was that?" He said cupping his hands behind his ears.

"Thank you." I said slightly louder.

"Still didn't catch that, do you mind being a little louder?" Leaning his ear closer.

Ugh. The little dingleberry.

"I said Thank You!" I screamed putting my voice on full blast. And I grinned as he sharply pulled away rubbing his ear.

"You're the most evil girl I've ever met." He said, still rubbing his ear.

"But I didn't do anything!" I announced sweetly while smiling innocently at him.

"Evil witch."

"Jerkface."

"Lollipop stealer."

"Butt-eating intestine!"

"Wait what?"

"I don't know! God, I wasn't born with enough middle fingers to let you know how I feel." I muttered.

"That wasn't bad! Coming from you. I mean c'mon, butt-eating intestine?" He said, body now shaking with laughter.

I rolled my eyes.

"I can't believe your laughing! You're the reason I'm in this hospital feeling like utter-shit!" I snapped.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you didn't see me. I just recognized you and..." He said, running his hands through his hair and his expression looked genuinely apologetic. And that was kind cute. But either way, I could tell he doesn't apologize often. You bet your ass I was going to take advantage of that.

"I'm sorry, but I didn't catch that. Do you mind being a little louder?" I smirked, repeating what he said to me.

"Are you fucking kidding me. Really?" I snorted and started laughing but I instantly yelped from the pain.

"God, are you okay? Do you need water?"

"No, I'm fine." I said, feeling grim. 10 seconds of uncomfortable silence passed by and thankfully a nurse strolled in.

"Meredith Safford, is it?" I nodded, ignoring how the boys face perked up at my name.

"Your injuries are under control, and if you'd like, you can leave the hospital today."

"Thanks, that'll be great!" That sooner I get out of this hellhole, the better.

"I'll just call your mother–"

"No please, don't. I'll be fine. Don't call her." I interrupted surprising the nurse.

"Don't call her, please."

"Alright hon...So you can leave anytime you want. Your boyfriend can help you."

"Oh! No, no, no. We're not together!" I protested, shaking my hands.

"If you say so!" She said giving me a wink, then walking out the door.

I looked over at Shawn. I'm pretty sure that's his name.

"You know I would mind being called your boyfriend." He said smirking.

I flushed.

"What's that suppose to mean? Never mind." I quickly added, realizing the tension in the room.

I grimaced as I swung my legs over the bed and tried to sit up. I groaned. Then I felt a strong steady hand support my back. His hand.

I nodded at him in acknowledgement, and he nodded back.

"By the way, why didn't you want her to call your mother? I mean you're pretty, badly hurt."

"I just don't want to give my my mom another reason to worry about me." I said. And I sighed as I realized my mistake.

"Wait, what do you mean by another reason?" Oh no.

"It's nothing. Just forget about it." But I wanted him to know. I want someone to know. I didn't want to be alone anymore.

"Meredith," I perked up. "I know you have the perfect grades, the perfect school records, and I'm pretty sure you never done anything illegal. So what could it be?" I looked away. I felt my chest explode in pain. Not physically, but mentally.

"Please, Shawn, don't make me." I begged. "Don't."

"What could be so bad! C'mon tell me please? Meredith tell me!" I couldn't keep it in anymore. I couldn't. Not anymore.

"I have anxiety attacks. They ruin her, and I hate myself for it." Then I started crying. I did. I absolutely hated myself for making her suffer.

"And I just found out, my bastard of a stepfather is cheating on my mother! So please understand if I find this uncomfortable to share!" I blurted. Then I let it all out. The anger, the sadness, and the fear. And I let the tears run down my face. Because I was sick of hiding.

I covered my hands over my face. I felt so cold, so lonely. Then I gasped as a pair of hands took mines in theirs. Shawn.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay." I focused on his eyes. His deep green eyes. Then I felt myself relax. I was okay. I was going to be ok.

Suddenly, I was back to reality. I was crying. God no. I moved my hands about to brush away my tears, when I realized they were in Shawn's hands. Shawn. The jerkface, holding my hands. The jerk face that made me feel warm and okay again. What was going on?

"Shawn I'm sorry. You must think I'm a crazy psycho. God that was embarrassing."

"No. No! I don't. I'm so sorry what I didn't to you. I didn't know. And I think you're probably the most strongest girl I've ever met."

"Thanks." I said. Making eye contact with him. "Thank you for everything." And I meant that.

I awkwardly slid my hands out of his. He was watching me weirdly.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

He instantly snaps out of his weird trance and replies with a curt nod and smile.

"I was just, uh, thinking." He said, pointing a finger at his head. I nodded.

"I should go–"

"Ugh! YOU FUCKING BITCH!" A scream rang across the room. It came from a girl who was about my age. She looked ragingly familiar. Wait, was that Alessia fucking Warren?

Then she ran up to me and slapped me across the face.

Well fuck me.