Cliche

Chapter 1

Ever since my parents divorced I haven't believed in love. I know typical. I knew that you could like someone maybe even so much you'd marry them but I never thought that the love was there. I remember seeing my mum crying for days. I remember the yelling that would not stop. I remember that day that dad left. I remember those days being some of the worst.

Since then I had taken on a tough girl persona. With my black hair and multiple piercings, very little people talk to me. If they do they are either my best friend, Valerie or the lead cheerleader bitches, Kat, Kate and Kaitlin. Despite this I kept my grades up in hope of getting into a good college, possibly on scholarship. When my dad left, we completley lost contact. Therefore I wasn't getting any money from him to help with the college funds. Money at home wasn't great either. My mum worked two jobs, one on the weekdays and another on the weekend. It was not easy but we survive.

I get dressed for my first day back at the hell that people call high school. I pull my black ripped jeans and black singlet. I add my flannel that says idiot on the back. I add my piercings that I took out the night before. I add foundation, eyeliner and mascara to my face to make me look just a little presentable. I pack my black backpack and grab my phone. I stop by my mums room to say goodbye. She is busy in the shower so I write a quick note telling her I've left. I'm stopping by Starbucks for breakfast, so I walk straight by the kitchen and to the front door. I slip on my old converse and lock the door behind me. I start my walk to Starbucks. When I arrive at Starbucks and quickly order my usual mocha frappacinno and continue to school. I pass an old gas station and clench my keys in a stabbing style. I stay alert and walk confidently, not showing any signs of fear. Two guys are in the corner of the parking area smoking weed, the guy in the window of the gas station is looking at me intensly. I look for weapons better than my keys. There are three empty beer bottles next to me. Across the street there are a group of douches from my school. I slowly cross the road and start to walk behind them. One of the guys turns around. I don't recognize him. I roll my eyes as he points me out to the rest of his friends. They whisper something to him. I can't exactly hear what they are saying but it is something about being a bad girl. I roll my eyes once again. I wasn't a bad girl, I'm just not basic like most other girl at my school.

The boy looks at me, but instead of walking away with the rest of his friends, he stays behind and walks next to me.

"So I heard you are school bad girl?" He asks looking me right in the eye. I keep looking forward.

"I'm not a bad girl. I am just school bitch, but not the usual cheerleader kind of bitch. I am a regular bitch," I reply slightly turning my head. He is definetly going to be popular with the other girls at school. His hair brown hair is spiked into a quiff and his eyes are sapphire blue.

"I'm cool with that. I'm Caleb by the way," The boy introduces himself to me.

"I'm Alex."

That's the end of our conversation. Caleb doesn't catch up with the rest of the guys, instead he walks beside me in complete silence. We arrive at hell also known as school and go our seperate ways. I wander around still sipping my Starbucks until I find my friend, Valerie.

Valerie and I have been friends since kindergarten. I first met her when all the other kids went and played with the toys while she read. I remember flopping down next to her and asking a tonne of questions. Eventually we became friends and have stayed like that ever since then. Valerie and I are pretty much opposites. She's a red head with a good girl persona and look. Despite this I won't ever stop being her friend. Valerie helped me keep good grades when my parents went through the divorce.

I spot her sitting with her boyfriend Blake, at a table on the terrace. She's reading while he's pestering her. I slip into the pinic table seats across from them.

"Hey Alex. Whassup?" Blake asks.

"Nothing." I say and turn to Valerie. She carefully places her books down and turns to me.

"I have someone I want to introduce you to. He just moved into the house next door to me." I roll my. It's probably another mainstream guy who she wants to set me up with. Valerie waves to someone behind me and I pick up her book pretending to be interested by the blurb. The guy comes up and sits next to me. I put her book down and turn next to me.

"Alex, this is Caleb. Caleb this is Alex," Valerie introduces us.

"I think we've already met," Caleb laughs.

It was him, the guy from this morning.

Hey everyone!

I hope you all enjoy this story. It is very cliche but i hope you don't mind. If you want to see her outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/bad_girl_bad/set?id=150896119

Updates will hopefully be frequent but I will let you know if anything changes.

xx siena