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A/N This not one of those stories where the popular queen bee breaks this guy’s heart than the guy moves away, and then she turns into an outcast, the guy then moves back later and then he saves the damsel in distress. It may be look similar, but it is completely different. Told in Limited Omniscient Point of View.

EDIT: I'm not really sure if I want to enter this story into the Watty Awards, but if i do decide to enter it, I will probably make this book a preview permanently and post the the prologue and chapter in another book called Project Bitch.  I really thought the song set the mood in the Prologue. Tell me what you think! xP

PS. AMAZING fan made cover at the right. Made by Live_LoveLaugh. Thanks again!

The bitch. Usually, it's the girl in the story whose insanely popular with the perfect guy and the pefect life along with the perfect looks. Though, the only thing I can say about those bitches is that they're stupid and way tooo cocky for my liking. Now my firends, I'm the real deal here, a true kind of bitch.

I'm smart, manipulative, mean, dark, cruel and sensible. I'm NOT cocky, NOT too blinded, NOT envious, NOT love struck, NOT striving for anything in general.

It's more of a gift really. You'd think people would be afraid to approach you, no they treat you like a f*cking celebrity. They let me walk all over them. Let’s just pretend there's heart in me for now. I do feel guilty. Horribly sorry for them, yet they deserve what’s coming at them. They DESERVE it after what this town had done to me.

Now, you must be thinking, this girl must have been hurt in her past. She must've been bullied or she's being abused, or better yet use the dead parents card. Oh, sweeties. Don't you know those are the oldest tricks in the book? I have never been hurt nor have I ever been afraid to love. No, I can't do any of those, I'm heartless.

Your life is a game to me. You are nothing but a little pawn to me. You can challenge me if you want, I don't mind. You can love me, you can hate me, whatever you want, I could care less.

I am unpredictable. More destructive than a storm. More of a notorious villain than anyone you've seen on your favorite show. I'm not a psychopath killer, nor am I suffering from any disorder.

I'm just a bitch in this plain bitchy world. And, you, my darlings are the little pawns in my favorite game.

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Prologue

"You said you loved me," his eyes had widened, tears had begun to fill them.

"I've never in my life told a single person that I love them, it was more like you saying it and me not caring," she glanced at him, uninterested.

"It doesn't mean that you don't love me because you never said it. You meant it! I know you did. You LOVED me. I could see it in your eyes. All that time we-" He desperately rambled on.

"What the hell is this? You could see it in my eyes. Who the hell are you, Mister Edward freakin’ Cullen," she looked straight into his eyes and made sure he felt the complete impact of the words she would choose to say next, "You are a little runt. I never cared for you. You are what? Fourteen-fifteen years old. You wouldn't know the meaning of love if it hit you straight in the face. That time was surely a waste of my time. I was bored and you were there."

She kept her gaze on him, watching his every move. He was one of the weaklings she had "been" with. She’d never cared what happened to the people she “casually hung out” with after they were done. She could be considered selfish or uncaring. None of those words would apply to her, well technically they did. She put herself above others, yet she did mistake herself for a goddess like many other people thought of themselves.

She never cared for others, along with not caring for herself. It was more fun that way. If she wanted, she would take the life of a person, then take her own without a moment of hesitation.

But, she was not a psychotic killer. She, casually, stood as if there wasn't a broken-hearted boy almost down on his knees desperately trying to deny that she was ending this fling.

His stature crumpled completely, his shoulders slouched even more.

Rage filled him completely, he looked up at the girl who meant everything to him. In a short amount of time, she had treated him like crap, but she had him falling under her charismatic spell. He had given his heart to her and what had she done?

A tear leaked from his left eye.

He had told her everything, and she betrayed him. She, not only ripped his heart into two, but she gave it back to him laughing.

He brought his hand up and slapped her. He looked for a reaction. He wore a look of desperation, he desperately searched any kind of emotion.

Anger. Sadness. Regret. Realization. Embarrassment. Guilt. Anything.

There was nothing, only a cool expression with blank eyes. A red mark was starting to form on her cheek. He felt a stir of guilt in the bottom of his stomach.

More tears leaked, silently from his eyes as he struggled to hold on to whatever strands of dignity he had. 

He looked her in those beautiful eyes and muttered," I was taught to never raise a hand a lady. But clearly, you're just a monster.”

He pulled his eyes away from hers, and studied her face as he processed what just happened in is mind.

She kept her chin held high, kept her gaze in front of her, and kept quiet.

He had hoped that slap would awaken the girl from the horrible trance she had been a victim to. He realized either hope was gone and it was too late or she had been gone, but something could be done. She had put many people in pain, so many people were toys in her eyes.

"Feel something, Melody. The day you do, you'll open your eyes, for now you can't even considered human."

With that Mathew Sullivan walked away, vanished from her life completely. His footsteps echoed in the dim-lighted hallway.

Her face adorned nothing. Her eyes weren’t cold, happy, or enraged.

They were blank.

Melody just stood there, with the same blank expression she had accustomed to accompany over the many years.

She remained unaware of a presence lurking in back, within the shadows, whom had listened to every word and seen every action which had took place in that moment.