Chapter One

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Becca's POV

I stepped out of my car and onto the pavement of the school's parking lot; one in need of a make over. My long, curly brown hair that normally reached the small of my back was lazily pulled up into the 'perfect' messy bun. My long legs were clad in black skinny jeans with an oversized black and white ombre sweater and Vans that matched the sweater. In all honesty, I was dreading walking through the large blue double doors of Winter Lake High School, not because I was bullied or anything. I was too popular for my own good and I literally hated it because I had no personal life once I stepped through those doors. That's why I have to put up so many walls and fake façades and pretend to be so straight that I would only talk to one girl out of the whole school, and that was my best friend, Zaniya.

I entered the only true Hell on Earth and had about two seconds of me time before everyone bombarded me with questions about my appearance alone before realizing that I wasn't radiating happiness and pure excitement like I usually do. If that didn't already piss me off, nobody would leave when I asked.

Questions like "Becca, you look like hell, are you okay?" Or "Oh my God, what happened to you?" And even the occasional "Becca, you look pissed, what crawled up your ass and pissed in your Cheerios?" The last one pissed me off to no end because not only did the bitch point out the most obvious thing in the fucking world but she was also the head cheerleader squad and basically one level lower than me on the oh-so infamous "scale of popularity". "I woke up with a headache and wanted to stay home but my mom made me come so yes, I'm mad. Now leave," I retaliated with as much sass as I could muster up before sauntering off to my locker and best friend.

"Yo, it's my main hoe! Wait, what's wrong with you," Zaniya asked the moment I got to my locker. "Well, good morning to you too, assface. Nothing, just more baby momma drama." Zee rolled her eyes and slammed my locker shut like they do in the movies. "What'd she do now?" I jerked my finger back just before Zee would have slammed it in the metal case. I sighed and looked up to the ceiling; something I did to prevent myself from crying.

"She left again Zee! She freaking left a note saying she'd be back in a few days, which most of the time means she'll be back in a few months! She just had Asher, he's two months old! I can't take care of a two month old by myself! I almost got fired last week because I decided to save someone else's ass cause I've already got enough money, but now my mom is gone and I'll be taking care of a baby!" Zee sighed and shook her head. "I can live with you this go around. I have a good job, you have a good job, and you already have a ton of mony anyhow. You and Asher will be fine." I nodded just as the bell rang. Shit. I ran toward my first period, which was French.

While I was running, I collided with something-or someone at that-and we both fell on the floor. "Damnit I'm so sorry, you okay," I panicked and helped the girl, whom I had never seen before, up off the floor and gathered her books and mine. When I got a good look at her, she had a black hoodie on, black skinny jeans, black rimmed glasses and brown hair. The only thing on her that wasn't black was her backpack that was a dark blue colour. She had chocolate brown eyes and cute chipmunk like cheeks that were tinted pink. I could easily tell that when she smiled she had dimples, or at least a dimple. I realized while taking in her appearance, my eyes stayed on her lips for a little longer than possible. "Are you okay?" A nod. "What class do you have next?" The girl, I still don't know her name, looked up and went to open her mouth but quickly shut it.

"I-I have French. I d-don't know wh-where that is..." she spoke and for some God forsaken reason, I smiled. "I have that next. C'mon." We started off and put of nowhere, I randomly said "my name's Becca" to which she simply said a simple "I know, I'd live under a rock if I didn't and my name's Catt."

And with that, we walked into French, but the outcome didn't go so well.

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Hey guys, it's Bear! Sorry this took me so long, my mum's been on my ass lately so I couldn't ever publish it but both Kitty and I will start updating more frequently and as often as we can. Love y'all muches!!!!

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