Rebel Girl -ON HOLD-

Rebel Girl (Chapter 1)

"What the fuck do you think your doing," I scream to a startled looking Tracy.

"I - uh - I" she stutters, that pathetic low life,

"We both know exactly what you were doing, you disgusting whore, you were sucking the face off my boyfriend, that's what you were doing"

"Come on babe, it was nothing serious" Brad cuts in,

"Ex-boyfriend" I correct myself, and narrow my eyes at him. When did my life become so complicated? Wrapped in lies, and in a downward spiral. I have had my suspicions of Brad for a while now, but being hopelessly in love makes you believe anything they say. The worst part is that Tracy was my best friend. We have always done everything together; shopping, parties, sleepovers, you name it, and we did it. We have been joined at the hip for as long as I can remember.

"Well, I'll let you get back to your slut" I say to Brad and turn to Tracy.

"And as for you, I should have known that you were an evil backstabbing hoe" I turn around and start to walk away.

"Vix" I hear Tracy shout,

"Victoria" Brad shouts after I don't respond to the first round of shouts. Rolling my eyes I hold my middle finger up at them over my shoulder and keep walking. There are gasps from behind me, the old Victoria Lancing would never have done that, but this knew Vix would.

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Brad was my boyfriend of two years. It was actually our anniversary today, and I was waiting all day for him to say something. I just presumed that he had a surprise in store for me, but again my naivety was blinding. He really did forget, I guess he was too interested in Tracy to remember his girlfriend.

I'm still in shock, as I walk into the school car park. They had the guts to do that at the school and expect not to get caught. They both forgot that I have history class at the end of that hallway so I have to walk down it everyday. Maybe they did it for the feeling of danger? What I really want to know is how many people knew before me. If they were just standing around and making out like that I presume other people must have seen too. Was I the last to know?

I will probably never know, one of the perks of being Brad's girlfriend was that he is incredibly popular. Everyone loves him. I'm sure he will come up with some bullshit to spread around about me. By tomorrow everyone will know his lies and I will become the outcast. In the space of a minute I have lost everything that meant something to me.

Tears start to fall down my cheeks as I fumble around in my bag for my keys, my car is one of the last in the lot and at this moment I'm glad. I hate crying in front of other people. It makes me seem weak and helpless. Finally I find my keys right at the bottom of my bag, but when I pull them out my hand is shaking.

"Here, let me help you" a voice from behind me says. I instantly recognise it. It belongs to the schools bad boy, Daniel Carter. Everyone knows to stay away from him, he is trouble. Getting into fights, doing drugs, smoking, drinking, and detentions are just some of the offensives on his list. There are rumours that he even went to prison. I'm terrified of him, but remember that he offered to help me. That is a nice thing to do, and I am confused now, so I turn around. Daniel must have some ulterior motive for helping me. He smiles down at me.

"I saw the whole thing as I was coming out of detention and figured you were in no state to drive." I continue to stare.

"I'm just trying to be nice" he comments casually, but the way he says it makes me think he is embarrassed at being stared down.

"Uh thanks, I'm not really thinking straight right now" he smiles at me, but it is not sympathetic of patronizing and I am grateful. They are the two things I hate most in the world.