Why Me? (rated R)

1. The Beginning

Cass's POV

     4 a.m. I'm lying in my bed, awake, at 4 a.m. Today, I start my senior year, and I'm going to die. My best friend, Alison, is going to be strutting down the hallways with her asshole boyfriend, Asher, and I'm going to be behind them, all single with my nerves bouncing off the walls and coming up my throat.

     Alison's always been the confident type, you know, someone says something about her and she doesn't care kind of girl. I've always been her sidekick, the shy, single type. I like a few guys, but every guy in school is practically DROOLING over Alison.

     I droned on and on in my head about Alison for about an hour until my phone buzzed. Speak of the devil! It was Alison!

      "Wake up, girl! Senior year equals best year of high school! What are you doing still in bed? Get up!!!" She said, too excited at 5 a.m.

     "Okay....wait, how'd you know I'm still in bed?" I said, my voice raspy from the sudden wake up call.

     "Senior year psychic powers. Plus, I'm right outside your house. How did you not notice my neon pink convertible? It literally glows in the dark, and the driveway is right in front of your window." She said right before I heard a knock on my door, probably her, trying to get in to pick out my outfit for later.

     I went and answered the door to find Alison and her 20-pound purse waiting there.

     "What took you so long? Now, hold my purse so I can go pick out your outfit. You have to look awesome today. Let's see if you have anything besides t-shirts in your closet." She said pushing me aside, in my OWN house, to get up to get to my room. "Can you make me a latte?"

"Sure, I guess. Don't pick out anything too girly though. I need something to go with my blue Chuck Taylors!" I said loud enough to where she could here me.

"You need a new style. Tennis shoes are okay, but you'd look better in heels. Add a few inches on you. That way you can reach guys necks when you make out with them this year. You also need a boyfriend. Why don't you ask out Billy Drews? He's a good little boy, he's sweet, and still a virgin. He reminds me of you!" She said coming downstairs with two outfits for me to choose from. "Okay, there's my blue dress that I'm loaning you with my blue heels, or this red crisscross v-neck that I found in the back of your closet. Which one?"

"I choose.....me picking out my own outfit, which probably consists of a t-shirt, jeans, and my blue Chuck Taylors. Kapiesh?" I said, pushing her away from the stairway, handing the purse and the latte to her, then going up the stairs to my room to get my outfit ready for later. I ended up choosing a white and black plaid shirt, light blue jeans, and mint green Chuck Taylors. Alison looked at me with shame.

     "That outfit needs a tap of girly." She said, wrapping a necklace around my neck and clicking it into place. "There. That's better." She said with a smile. The necklace had a huge diamond on it, surrounded by smaller diamonds. When Ali went for bling, she went all out.