The Shy Girl Has A gun

It's amazing how much your life can change so suddenly. Take my life. For example, when I was 16 years old I was in high school worrying about mindless things that teenage girls think is crucial in their lives, like the amount of spots that I had, gaining too much weight. Did that boy like me or was he just using me for one thing etc. Now I am 19, and the only thing I worry about is if I will live to see tomorrow. This change happened on a day that I thought was going to be exactly the same as any other. I was 16 years old. The day went by like usual. Getting through school whilst trying to stay awake throughout my many excruciating boring lessons, not drawing too much attention to myself and hanging out with my best friends Holly and Chelsea. My friends and probably anyone else you asked would describe me as a happy-go-lucky girl. The majority of the time I was laughing or smiling. Life's too short. Take things as a joke, laugh at them and don't think twice. I had been best friends with Holly and Chelsea since we were kids. They were more like my sisters than my friends. They were both exactly the same when it came to personality, as they were both girly girls. However, they were not your stereotypical whores with too much foundation. Holly did play the field a little, but that was only because she enjoyed s*x. That was her excuse anyway. Chelsea had a long term boyfriend called Dylan, and I could tell they were very much in love. Dylan also had a best friend who hung out with us most of the time called Jace Dixon. Now, he was about as complicated as my life got at the time. We had a thing a few months back, but due to the fact he was a complete arrogant obnoxious asshole it didn't work out because I found out he had cheated on me with his current girlfriend and w***e, Gina. I was heartbroken. I felt things for Jace I had never felt before in my life, he was one of the only people I felt comfortable being myself with and not have to worry about being judged. I could be as loud as I wanted and not feel like I had to blend into the background. He made me laugh like no one else could, and could send my heart racing by just looking at me. Unfortunately, he couldn't keep his player d**k in his pants so everything messed up. We split up and we were at each other's throats 24/7. A few weeks after we split up, we came to the understanding that we had to try and put up with each other because we had the same group of friends so we bit our tongues and swallowed our pride, and attempted to get along. After a lot of practice, I could actually stand to be in the same room as him. We managed to go back to how it was before, laughing and joking with each other, being able to tell each other things that we did not feel comfortable telling anyone else. Basically, we were friends again. The only problem was the inescapable s****l tension between us. We tried to avoid it, but it was hard when he would accidently brush his leg against mine, or we were alone somewhere and my body was basically screaming out for him to touch me. One night after a few too many drinks at Dylan's house, we hooked up. I didn't feel guilty because he was with Gina, at the end of the day she f****d me over by sleeping with him when I was dating him and showed no remorse, so why should I? We carried on hooking up after that behind her back. The only people that knew about it were Dylan, Chelsea and Holly, and I knew it wouldn't come out of any of their mouths. Mine and Jace's relationship was weird, we'd hook up and the next day we would go back to being friends, it wasn't awkward between us. But even though we agreed it was no strings attached, I knew I was falling for him again. So, now that I've given you a little bit of insight of my life and the most complicated problem I had to worry about at the time, I can tell you fully about the day that my straightforward life changed completely. It was a Friday; I can still remember that to this day. I rolled out of bed looking like the corpse bride and grudgingly began wondering about the room, showering and getting dressed. I flung on a pair of black leggings; a blue vest top that showed just enough cleavage that I knew would drive Jace crazy when he saw it. My dull brown hair was always straight, and today was no different. Every day I looked in the mirror, and unlike most girls who do think highly of themselves, I never did. Like I said, my hair was dull and brown like my eyes, my skin was not albino pale but it was in no way tanned. My figure was okay but I could do with losing a few pounds even I admit. I wasn't fat, but I was not what you would consider thin. My mum still says its puppy fat. I didn't really care though, I had friends and I had a guy who was willing to cheat on his girlfriend to sleep with me, so I couldn't be that repulsive. I applied some make up, which only included foundation and a bit of mascara. Like my hair, I never overdid it. In a way I didn't want to draw unwanted attention to myself. On my way out of my room, I grabbed Jace's hoodie that he had left here a few days back and flung it on. It was warm outside but not warm enough to go out without a jacket. I peeked in my mum and dad's room, and saw they were still asleep. I could hear my dad's snores from down the hall when I was in my room. I let them sleep as it was one of the only days off they both had together, and just made my way downstairs leaving for school. To this day, I regret not waking them up and leaving without saying any final words to them. That was the last time I would see my parents. The walk to school took me 15 minutes, and as soon as I arrived I spotted Chelsea, Holly and Dylan sat on the wall outside of school. Holly was texting on her phone; probably to some guy she would meet at the weekend, hook up with and then throw away because he got too clingy. She was like the female version of a player. With her slim figure, long flowing brown hair and confident stride, she could pull it off. Chelsea was sat on the wall while Dylan was in front of her, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh like a fool. Chelsea was tall and her dark blonde hair reached her waist. She had the type of figure and smile that most female models would literally gut a chicken for. Dylan was perfect for her, with his short brown hair, muscled arms and chest and the slight bit of stubble he kept on his face to, and I quote, 'make him look dangerous All my friends were loud, outspoken and made themselves known around the school. I sometimes wondered how they were my friends because I was completely different. I blended in to the background; there was nothing about me that stood out. "Faith!" Chelsea yelled out, pushing Dylan away from her and jumping off the wall. She ran over to me and engulfed me in her arms. She pulled away, and narrowed her eyes at me. "How many times do I have to tell you to wear those cute little short shorts that I picked out for you?!" I grimaced, remembering the shopping trip with her and Holly that led to her picking out a bunch of clothes for me that still had labels on them and were stuffed deep at the back of my wardrobe. There was no way I would go out in public wearing those clothes with people looking at me. "Chelsea, you may have the body of a lingerie model, but I have the body of a plus size clothing line model." I pointed out, and she punched me in the arm. "How many times do I have to tell you, you're not fat!" she scorned. "You don't have to tell me because I know your lying." I smiled at her. We had this conversation way too often. I was not comfortable with my body at all, and she always had a go at me for putting myself down. She scowled at my stubbornness, and we walked over to Holly and Dylan. I jumped up and sat on the wall next to Holly, while Chelsea walked up to Dylan and he wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "So Faith, when did you start shopping in the men's section of Hollister?" Dylan asks, smiling slightly. I look at him confused until I realize he is referring to the hoodie I'm wearing. "It was cold okay, don't judge me." I tell him. "Is that really the reason, or do you just want to bask in Jace's scent?" Dylan mocks, and Holly bursts out laughing. "She doesn't need a hoodie to bask in his scent, the mistress vixen!" Holly comments over dramatically through her laughter. I blush slightly and nudge her, almost knocking her off the wall. They all know about me and Jace's sordid little hook ups, and none of them ever judge me for it. Apart from a few mocking remarks off them, they never once looked at me like I'm a tramp. Holly and Chelsea know exactly how I feel about Jace, and the fact that my feelings for him are starting to come back. They do keep telling me that what I'm doing isn't really healthy because I just keep getting my hopes up that we will get back together. "Anyway girls, gathering at my house tonight is still on as the parentals are away for the weekend. Make sure you bring your finest most revealing clothes." Dylan tells us, giving Chelsea a wink. Chelsea scoffs.  "In Faith's case, she will probably turn up in sweats and another one of Jace's hoodies." I flip her off while the others laugh. I suddenly noticed another male figure walking over, and punch Dylan's shoulder playfully. Talk of the devil and he really shall appear. Jace strolled over, his walk showing his confidence. His brown hair was shaved short, but still long enough to give him the 'got out of bed' look that he pulled off so well. His blue eyes stuck out making you want to stare at them all day and his face was the sculpture of masculinity. His chest and shoulder were broad, and even outside of his clothes you couldn't help but wonder exactly just how muscled his stomach really was underneath that shirt. He was taller than me, which is something I liked. "If we have to bring our most revealing clothes, does that mean I can finally model my new mankini?" Jace asks Dylan hopefully, fighting the smile that is trying to find its way on his lips. "No. I don't want any ball sack hanging lose tonight." Dylan replied, scrunching his face in disgust at the thought. Jace laughs, and then turns his head spotting me. A slight smirk appears on his lips as he looks at what I'm wearing. "So, Faithless do you admire me so much you want to dress like me or?" he said, full on smirking now. "If I wanted to be like you Jace, I would draw a p***s on my forehead to show how much of a dickhead I would be." I reply, giving him a fake smile. Everyone laughs, then the bell rings indicating first lesson. "Off to lessons kids, education is everything after all!" Jace yells with fake excitement, and begins to walk off. Before he goes, he turns to me with an amused smile on his lips. "You know, that hoodie really will look better on Dylan's bedroom floor tonight." I feel my cheeks go red as I shake my head in disbelief at his comment. Jace walks away, smirking at the fact I am blushing like an i***t because off him, and I feel a slight pang in my chest as I see him walk straight up to Gina and wrap an arm around her waist, placing a kiss on her lips. Holly flings an arm over my shoulder in comfort, obviously realizing what I was looking at. "You are so much better than her, if only Jace wasn't an i***t and realized that." She reassured me, and I gave her a weak smile. I didn't believe her of course, I mean Gina was beautiful. She had a body that most models would die for, her skin was tanned and her blonde hair flowed down to her waist shining in the light. She was popular and every single male in the school would kill for a night with her. Hell, they would kill for an hour with her. Sometimes I was amazed as to why Jace would ever risk losing her just to hook up with me. But due to the fact that I seemed to be in love with the boy, I didn't question it too much. I was just happy that he did want to be with me, even if it wasn't in a way that I had hoped.