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Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Hilary's POV
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"Hilary! Over here!" A group of cheerleaders called from across the cafeteria of Winston High School.

"No thanks." I call back heading over to my regular table which was where the popular kids sat.

Yes, you guessed it. I was part of the popular crossed.

Key word; part of.

The popular crowd ditched me after a tragic horror that occurred in my life.

What horror? Let me tell you.

I sat down in my usual spot beside my best friend that was also popular.

We absolutely despise each other now. It's funny how one person that knows everything about you could turn on you in mere seconds.

"I totally love your hair today!" A sophomore says to me shyly as she passes our table.

I nod in a sign of thanks and pick at my burger I'd gotten from the cafeteria.

"Ew, why do you have a burger?!" My best friend, Chelsea Graham says to me in disgust.

"They ran out of Salad." I reply casually like its nothing, but I'm secretly craving the burger.

You see, to be a popular girl you have to 'like' salad like a normal queen B would.

But, I'm actually the opposite.

"Why would they run out of Salad?" She babbles and talks about a whole bunch of random things and stuff.

I mute her voice out and focus on my boyfriend who sits across from me at our table.

He smiles cheekily at me and wiggles his eyebrows.

I snort unattractively and resume my half-finished conversation with Chelsea.

Once I'm done finishing my 'disgusting' lunch, I instantly go on Instagram and like all my friends pics, including Chelsea's.

I take a quick pic of myself in the cafeteria and post it on Instagram with a really cool caption.

One thing I've learned is that if your caption sucks, so does your post.

The bell rings signalling that all students must go and attend their classes.

"Bye Chelsea." I wave Chelsea off, as we are not in the same fifth period class.

My next class was math, and I absolutely loved math. It was my best class by far, and my friends made fun of me for it.

I didn't care. I liked being myself for who I was. Minus the whole 'pretending to like salad thing'.

I was walked to class in peace, when something interesting caught my eye.

"Jace, give me more!" A familiar voice moaned a familiar name.

Jace was my boyfriends name, and the moaning voice sounded like the girl that wanted my place.

My sister Anna Maxwell.

I didn't think to much of it at the time. There were plenty of Jaces around school.

I shrugged it off and continued in my way to Math.

On my way I was told my some guys:

"Hilary, can I fuck you tonight?"

"Babe, here's my number and address in case you get bored."

"I've got all the toys you need for a great night."