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Keeping It Stereotypical

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She's the head cheerleader, he's the mysterious new badboy. She's popular so is he. Their lives are perfect to the outside world but in reality it's far from it.

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CHAPTER ONE: THE NEW GUY
FOLLOW MY PAGE •••• I slid my pocket knife into my sheets, as I heard someone enter my room. I covered my cut. "Why is this place dark?" My mum switched on the light. I flinched as the light came on. I hate light. " I have someone coming tonight, I don't want you snooping. " Like I would wanna. Its just another guy mum wants to f**k for money. "Okay." I muttered as I looked at her. She is 40 but hardly can you tell, with series of surgery, I can't remember my mum any more. "Good. You look like crap, fix yourself up." She is not even looking at me, her face glued to her phone. She giggled like an highschool student, as she receives a message. I breathed in relief as she leaves. •••• I groaned, putting my pillow over my head, I closed my eyes hoping the sounds go away. "Faster, yeah baby that's right." I heard my mum moan out. Gosh, can't she be quiet. "Call my name." I heard a foreign voice. Seriously now, I can't hear this anymore. "Daddy." I heard my mum call out. The dude is probably younger than her. I got out of bed, picked up my hoodie and escaped my reality through the window. I ran out of my compound into my neighborhood, I took a second to look back at our house. It looks like a mansion, this is everyone's dream but trust me you don't wanna know what's inside the pretty house. Ever since my dad died, this is what my life has turned into. I glanced at the house again, as I breathed in. I know for sure that things can not change, not for me. I turned around in an attempt to continue running only to collide into someone's chest. I closed my eyes, getting ready for the pain that accompanies falling on the hard floor. But it never came, I was held up by a muscular hand. What's scary is that I feel safe, I opened my eyes immediately in fear. My eyes stayed glued to the face of a god that was right in front of me, his features amazingly defined. Black hair, blue eyes, amazing jawline. I stood up straight trying to free my self from his grasp. I finally did, the awkward silence made me clear my throat. "You are too beautiful to be hurting yourself." He pointed at my cut. Beautiful? I wish... Wait a minute How did he know that I hurt my self on purpose?. I looked at him in surprise. He winked at me before leaving. "Weirdo." I muttered before jogging away. •••• My eyelids popped open when I heard the alarm. Yay, school starts today. Note the freaking sarcasm, I hate school. I hate everyone that's in it. I looked at my wrist. I really need to cover it up. I groaned when I heard my mum come in my room. "Your stylist came late but she brought your clothes for this week." My mum rushed to the wardrobe. For someone as broke as us, my mum has a way of keeping an extravagant life style. I just wish my mum would save the money that her s*x buddies give to her and use it to pay our debts but no, she has to buy designer clothes, bags, shoes. She picked up some clothes and dropped it on my bed. "This would be perfect, get dressed quickly, Nate would be here pick you up." She squealed and rushed out. I rolled my eyes, she is so happy to see Nate but why won't she, he is the only reason why we are still living in this mansion. When my dad died he left a lot of debts, among those he owed money was Nate's father, Nate's dad was gonna take the house because of our inability to pay. That's when Nate came in, as dad's golden boy, he is given what ever he wants and he wanted me in exchange for keeping the house, so here I am dating the school's popular kid. I grumpily put my feet on the cold floor, stood up and walked over to the bathroom. I flinched as I passed the mirror, I moved back to see my image. What the f**k does he see in me? I am not beautiful, I am not sarcastic, defiantly not witty. I am just the plain old Melanie. I stared at my dead eyes. Nope, nothing special. I stared at my cuts, some healing while others are still fresh, I don't feel a thing, the cuts don't hurt anymore more. Why is it that no matter what I do, I still don't feel a thing, pain, happiness, sadness. Nothing, I am in a state of nothingness and it is defiantly not a good feeling. I took a look at my ugly self one more time before entering the bathroom. ••••• I walked down the stairs as I heard my mum and Nate. "Mexico was amazing, the food is to die for." I looked at Nate as I stopped on the last stair. He looks the same, blonde hair, green eyes, tanned skin, muscular structure. The same. "What are you doing over there, Nate has been waiting like forever for you." My mum snaps me from my thoughts. I walked over to the dining, I heard my stomach growl as I saw what mum had prepared for Nate. According to mum, I am adding weight, I can't afford to add weight. I am ugly as a slim person imagine when I am fat. I have not eaten for 4 days now. I pushed my hunger aside, as I came to their front. "Hey." I muttered as Nate dragged me to his side. Time to pretend all over again. "You look nice." He smiled as he continued eating. I am wearing a crazy denim trouser with a fish net inside and a cropped top. "Thanks." I tried to move away from him. Keep the clingy ness for school. "How have you been?" He asked focused on his phone. "I fi...." I was interrupted rudely by my so called boyfriend. "I had a meet and greet in Mexico, it was a total success." And there he is, my self entitled boyfriend. I rolled my eyes. "Cool." I muttered uninterested. "Can we go now?." I replied in a bored tone. "Yeah, sure." He slid his phone into his pocket before standing up. "Take care." Mum called out as we got to the door. Like she cares. I got outside only to see a Ferrari. He got a new car,again. He does not look happy with my bored expression. "A new car, wow.." I said lamely and I gave him a "are you satisfied look". He rolled his eyes before opening the car door. I opened the door and I waited for it. 1 2 3 " Dad got it for me." There it is. Like I said self entitled. "The car is..." I tuned him out immediately, I smiled because all I could hear is blah blah blah. It works all the time. All I need to say is wow, cool, tell me more as he drove us to school. I did not realize we were already at school until the car stopped. I got out of the car prepared for the attention the new Ferrari would cause, Nate ready with his play boy smirk on his face. I rolled my eyes as I stepped out of the car, surprisingly we did not get much attention. Let me rephrase that, we did not get any attention. This is not going well with Nate, This is the first time that Nathaniel Wells is being ignored. Its laughable... What's worse is that the attention was diverted to the new kid getting down from his killer motorcycle. He raised up his hands to remove helmet, my jaw dropped when I saw the person behind the helmet mask. It's the guy from last night... My heart raced when he spotted me, he winked at me before dropping his helmet. You have got to be kidding me.. •••••

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