Revenge For The New Guy

Chapter 1: He's Home

~1 year later~

I'm Cordeliah.

No, stop whatever your thinking right now.

Just because I have a fancy sounding name, means I'm all fancy and girly.

No.

Just take the opposite of 'girly' and you have me.

The opposite of 'girly' is a mud slingin' camo wearin' girl.

In other words a tomboy, but usually I prefer being called a country girl.

But tomboys cool.

I live in the countryside of Colorado next to my best friend.

I have long, wavy brown hair and glasses. I usually wear contacts though.

I am 5 foot 5 inches and I have brown eyes.

I'm a pretty average looking girl, and I've been told exactly that.

My best friend is Evangeline. Again with the fancy name, do not think she's all fancy and girly. Cause if you think that, you will be severely disappointed.

My best friend Evangeline is just like me.

We both hate dressing up, we both live in the country, we love the same things, we do the same things.

We are so much alike people have mistaken us for sisters. Although, I'm not sure why...

I mean, yeah we have a ton of stuff in common but we look nothing alike. At all.

She has blonde hair. I have brown hair. Her hair is straight. Mine is wavy. She has blue eyes. I have brown eyes.

See? We look nothing alike!

Exactly 1 year ago, Evangeline's mom got remarried to a guy named John.

Along with John came his evil son Zane.

Zane is Evangeline's evil step brother. He pranks us almost every day with out either of our parents finding out.

Zane is 17, he's 6 foot 5 inches. He has black hair and brown eyes. He has a chiseled jaw line and hard muscles. In my mind, Zane is extremely hot and sexy.

My mom and Evangeline's mom were, and still are best friends, growing up. So, because of that, it only made sense that Evangeline and I would be best friends too.

And we are...

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off.

I groan as I reach to turn it off.

When I finally hit the button, I flop back down onto my bed.

Today is the first day of school.

First day of eleventh grade.

First day of junior year.

In a new school halfway through the year.

If you think I'm excited, you are mistaken.

Damn you, first day of school.

I groggily stand up and make my way to my desk where I had laid today's clothes out the night before.

I pick them up and take them into my shower. I set the pile of clothes on the counter and turn the water on. I quickly walk back into my room and grab my hair brush.

While stifling a yawn, I walk back into my bathroom. When I get there I close the door and grab whatever soap I can find.

My hand finds a strawberry cream conditioner and a coconut shampoo.