Different Sides To The Same Story

Chapter one - Lilith Pearson

   "Lilith!" My mom yells from the bottom of the stairs, making me jolt and burn my hand with the straighten.

I wince, quickly running the small burn under water before fluffing my straightened hair with my hands, adding a bit of volume. I wore one of the outfits Blaine and me bought this weekend. A small pink shirt, with an adidas symbol, and white stripes on my sleeves. My tight black jeans are ripped at my knees and up one of the legs. A small necklace hangs just under the seam of my shirt, hiding the small heart shape. I have a few rings decorating my fingers and complimenting my short white nails.

I race down the stairs, my phone in my back pocket and my bag over my shoulder. "Sweetie you should eat something." My mom tells me, handing me an apple,

"Thanks Mom. Blaine's almost here, see you after school." I rush the words out. I close the door behind me after I lace up my air forces'.

Blaine's light blue punch buggy convertible pulls up in front of my driveway as soon as I shut the door. I slide into the back seat as the passenger's already occupied by her boyfriend Colton. Blaine's a normal popular girl, her grades are high and her status is higher. She may only be a junior like me, but she's in the minds of all the seniors. Her long dark hair is constantly pinned back by one bobby pin, sometimes she has it curled but today it's straight. Her black top is small and highlights her push up bra, matching her grey sweats, making a common Blaine outfit.

Her boyfriend Colton and I have been friends since the start of highschool, and he started dating Blaine earlier this year. So far their relationship consists of skipping group hangs to go on private dates, and making their friends feel uncomfortable by making out in front of them.

His facial features are soft, soft hazel eyes, soft freckled nose, soft blushed cheeks. His only strong feature being his jawline, that's distinct and hard. His brown hair is highlighted from the sun making some streaks a lighter brown than others. Today he's got on a crewneck sweatshirt that's a plain grey, pairing well with his boring blue jeans.

"Well are we leaving or what?" I ask, when the car doesn't move.

They both exchange looks before Blaine steps on the gas and Colton turns up the radio connected to his phone. Blasting some type of rap I'm not a fan of.

We pull up to Miles' house down the street from mine. He's already sitting on the edge of the pavement waiting for us. Looking up and seeing us get near, he stands, waiting expectantly. When we pull up in front of him, he doesn't bother with the door as he jumps over it, straight beside me.

Miles moved here last year and because of my Dad's campaign and constantly searching for supporting rich friends, some new couple moving it to the neighborhood seemed like the perfect excuse to get some new votes.
The more Miles and My family hung out the closer we got, I introduced him to Blaine and Colton and we all became the popular group at school. I know I sound totally vein and self obsessed but it's true. It's not like I asked for it, it was more Blaine's decision then the rest of us.

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I sat, half awake in Mr. Tompson's history class, struggling to keep my eyes open. No I'm not like Blaine, I don't get straight A's, I barely even pass. Not that anyone cares, all they care about is how pretty people say I am, or which guys people think I'm dating. Which is none by the way.

"James and Nancy, Callum and Kent, Lilith and Jason..." I wake out of my daze as I hear my name and immediately feel eyes on me. I turn my head meeting two brown eyes staring at me. God he's a senior why is he still in a grade eleven class. He looks at me, innocently smiling, well I try to figure out how I'm gonna get through the next month of this project with him.

His messy and, I imagine, tangled black hair falls down into his eyes, as his hand goes up to sweep it out. He has tacky frosted dips, lightening the ends of his hair. I don't get how all the girls fawn over him. He drops them as soon as he gets what he wants, he's a classic man-whore. His plain white t-shirt is accompanied by a leather jacket, really pulling off the player look.

The bell rings signifying lunch. I stand as I still feel his eyes on me. I retreat out of the room, trying to avoid the inevitable interaction between the two of us.

To my disappointment, when I slam shut my locker he's leaning against the one beside it, looking at me expectantly. "So, yours or mine?" He questions with a smirk.

I feel him hinting at something so I quickly derail him, "You mean the study session to work on this very important project?" I ask, turning to walk down the mostly empty hall.

"Call it what you want." He offers, walking down the tiled floors beside me.

I roll my eyes, "We can do it at mine." I tell him, not wanting to see what horrible place created his egotistical ass.

"Sure. Tonight?" He asks, as the lunch doors come into sight.

"Yeah fine." I answer.

He opens the door for me, quickly walking away before yelling, "I'll meet you at the parking lot." And winking before rushing off to his lunch table of misfits.

"What are you doing talking to Jason Dalton?" Miles asks as soon as I exit the lunch line and sit down.

I look at him questioningly, before shrugging, "We got paired together for a project, now I gotta spend at least a month trying to work on it with his flirty ass." I say, taking a bite of my mashed potatoes.

Blaine and Colton offer a groan in support, before going back to whatever they were talking about. Miles brushes his long hair out of his face, the motion giving me an unwanted memory of Jason doing that. I reach my hand up, brushing through his dark hair, "Your hairs getting too long again, gotta let me cut it." I tell him, staring into his blue eyes.

He blushes a bit, making me more intrigued, "Yeah whatever." He says, a joking tone playing on his words, as he unlocks his phone to look through tik tok.

I can't help but look back at Jason's table of him and his friends. They're all laughing and smiling, him wearing the biggest grin I've seen yet. Just as I start to look away he must sense my gaze as he turns catching my eyes. Shit. We stare at each other, neither of us daring to look away. Just as a small feeling crawls into my stomach he gets elbows by a girl next to him, dragging his eyes to her and his attention off me and back into his conversation. What was that?