Chapter One
Another day at school, and I can't wait to graduate and leave this small town. I keep hearing how small towns are better than big cities, but this place keeps getting smaller and smaller. I'm only sixteen, but I'll turn seventeen in January, just a few months from now. I don't like school, but it's better than being home. I live with my aunt, and she's not a fan of me. Besides being a s**t guardian, she also takes my checks and makes sure I know that my parents never cared about me and that I robbed her of a single life of endless adventure. I can't help but roll my eyes at that. I don't care that she takes my check, but it would be nice if she would at least buy me clothes and have a fridge full of food. I stopped caring; now that I'm older, she's rarely at home; it's not so bad. I work as a janitor in a small mall we have here in town. I can get away with sneaking some used cleaning supplies that would get tossed, so I use them. the mall also has a nice spa/salon spot. The ladies are super sweet and always give me samples of skin products like lotions, body wash, and hair wash. honestly, I have it figured out. I know I'll make it here for another two years, and then I'm leaving, no questions asked. Hey! I felt a large surge run through me, causing me to freeze. Before I could react, I saw Miranda laughing at me with her army of sluts standing behind her " Oh, I'm sorry, Donna did I startle you" I honestly can't stand Miranda. She's such a b***h, she has this innocent act that adults and guys eat up, but Im surrounded by conniving manipulators. I know how to spot them and what they look like, and this girl right here is full of crap." no did you need something? I responded in the numbest mono-tone voice to tick her off. People like Miranda get off on pushing everyone's buttons, not mine. I won't give her the satisfaction. " You are always so chill, hehe. I wanted to invite you to a party at my house this weekend. Come over. "no thanks," I said quickly and stood as the bell rang. I don't f**k with girls like Miranda who have perfect lives that get entertained by watching the helpless struggle in ways they don't. I know she got pissed that I'm so short with her, but she can't fool me shes a snake. I walked to my locker, paused briefly, and played with the numbers. The only good thing about school was Mark. He was my locker neighbor. He was gorgeous, tall, jacked, and had beautiful honey eyes. His hair was dark brown and curly, he had full lips with a sharp jawline, his skin was sunkissed, and his lashes were long. he's so hot!!! and no, he's not sweet. He's an asshole, but he's smart, tall, and sexy, and the only time I get to be near him is before third period at my locker. "What's up, Donna?" “Hey, Mark. " I tilted my head to look at him, batted my eyes, and shot him a wide smile. He shot one back at me. We reverted to opening our lockers; he smelled so good. I'm not sure why I like Mark so much. Something about him pulls me. Maybe it's because he's someone Miranda hasn't dated. I know I sound jealous, and maybe I am, but Miranda can have anyone she wants. Her family is rich, and she is tall, blond, and beautiful. forgive me for being a bit petty with the cards I was dealt, but can you blame me Im a freaking sixteen, soon-to-be seventeen virgin with no time to make friends and no love life. It's not because I'm ugly, either. I happen to be very confident with myself. I'm not tall, but I'm not super short, either. I have big hips, big eyes, long wavy dark brown hair that reaches my butt. I don't have big boobs, but my girls are full, and that's good with me. I have a cute heart-shaped face and big lips im fucken sexy if you ask me, but I'm just so busy! s**t, look at me losing my mind again, feeling sorry for myself again! I need to get through the day. School was over, and I started walking home; by the time I arrived, I'd have to change and walk to work. I punched in my code and went to the bathrooms, "Is anyone in here? I need to clean the restroom." nope, no response. I put the sign-up and blocked the door to the men's bathroom. I walked towards the stall in the far back to work my way to the front and pushed the door open. "oh gosh," I said out loud as I walked into some guy getting a blow job by some sleazy-looking lady who, at that moment had no idea I was there. I quickly turned around, but not before locking eyes with Tyler from school. his eyes were grey and lost in lust but quickly turned into shock by seeing me. I've known Tyler all my life. We used to be friends when we were young, and honestly, I had the biggest crush on him. we would tell each other everything up until sixth grade. We were inseparable. I couldn't wait for school to start, and I had prayed that I'd have a class with him, and I did. but he didn't say hi not once. I was devastated. I knew we had different lifestyles, but that was never an issue. He didn't care that I was poor or that my aunt was one of the town's sleazes; he was my friend and a good one, too. How can he pretend he didn't know me? I didn't have trendy clothes and would’t trim my hair or pluck my eyebrows. Maybe that’s why I wasn't someone he wanted to be seen with. We never spoke again, not even an eye glance.I hated him for a long time, but it's been five years, and I still can't get over it for some reason. Still, I wouldn't say I don’t like looking at him more like avoid. Yet here is the universe showing me a lot of him that I honestly shouldn't have seen. god, why was he so big in that area? I can only imagine how flushed my face got seeing him that way. I was dumbfounded. The only thing I can think of is running as fast as I could, and I would've had I not recognized the voice I heard. What's wrong?" that voice belonged to Bianca Stone (Bi), for short, and that wouldn't be an issue, but Tyler is Miranda's boyfriend, and they've been going steady for the last two years. Bi didn't see me; I was gone before she realized what had happened, but Tyler knew that I saw everything.
