My Side Of The Story

Chapter 3~ Ghosts of the past will always haunt.

Daniel's POV *Sunday*

After leaving Big moma's my mind was still on Deandrè,she can be so rude sometimes.

And sweet and caring.

I was mad at myself. I shouldn't be thinking like this when she just practically embarrassed my baby sister but I couldn't help it. I feel horrible because of the way I spoke to her back at the diner.

Truth is,I've always had a crush on Deandrè. I think she's awesome and sweet but she would never ever want to be seen with someone like me. Girls like her loves attention and always wants to be on top of everything and everyone. She would never risk losing her social standing for someone like me.

I wasn't a nerd,no, I just didn't like the attention.

I hate when girls stare at me. I only want her to stare at me and look at me the way they do.

It was getting late now so I decided to go home and get a good night's rest for tomorrow. I can't wait to see her again.

~Present Time~

Deandrè's POV

I woke up with my left cheek stinging like crazy and a hammering headache. I was tied to a chair.

I didn't know what was worse, the pain I was feeling in my head and cheeks combined or the pain my eyes were feeling from looking at the girl standing in front of me.

She was one of the minions of my old nemesis. I smirked. Zane Daves.

It wasn't always six of us in our clique,it was once seven till Zane decided to change her "image". She wanted to be seen as a good girl. A perfect Role model. She was the child of the devil himself.

Zane is the reason why I am who I am today and I hated and loved her for it. Being queen bee had it's pros and cons.

"Tsk tsk tsk,Deandrè McLaren"

"Hey to you too Bridgette,what does Zane want this time? You know its always a plea-"

"Shut up"

Who the hell did she think she was.

"What does she want Bridgette?" my voice laced with anger and disgust.

"Him Deandrè. She wants him for herself. Only"

Daniel's POV

I always hated Mondays but the thought of seeing Deandrè even if it was from afar brightened my whole mood.

I loved the way her smile would form slowly when someone told her a joke almost as if she was processing the joke then she would just burst out laughter.

It was like music to my ears.

But I didn't see her in her usual spot today at lunch and I was starting to worry.

Suddenly a hand covered my eyes,blocking my field of vision.

"Guess who"

I knew that voice. I was now smiling like a child on Christmas day who got everything they wanted.

"Zane"

A/N: please read over the story info. I am changing the story line a bit. Hope you like.
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