Perfectly Imperfect

Chapter 1: Who Cares?

"There's Eliza. And as usual, she's wearing her signature slut skirt." Snickers came from all over the halls.

But Who Gave A Fuck? Not Me.

Eliza's P.O.V

I was never a perfect nor proper girl. I don't even think about wearing my school uniform to school, and I never spoiled the perfect chance to get a hot guy in bed. I wasn't what people wanted me to be. I wasn't what they had painted a pretty picture of in their brainless little heads. I was me and that's all I ever wanted to be. I wasn't going to be somebody's little puppet. Because then I would have to pretend. And pretending is a weak spot in my seemingly indestructible armor.

My best friend Aria, was wearing a blue Aero Henley shirt. Only two of the cream colored buttons were buttoned up on the shirt, showing off her breasts. Her white pleated skirt was identical to mine but we both made sure that they weren't. There always had to be some kind of difference to our outfits. Why?, you ask. Because all of the other boring, blond, bimbos in our school lacked difference. They all wore the same outfit, the same hairdo, the same EVERYTHING. It was so cheap and annoying that I felt like doing something bad just to push my dad off the edge of insanity and send me to a Reform School. Those were probably teeming with girls like me.

"So, whats up?" Aria asked. She ran a hand through her long brilliant red hair carelessly. I loved that the most about her. She could be in sweats and a ratty tank top but she would pull them off flawlessly.

"Nothing much. I'm just gonna go home and pretend to live a normal life. OH! I completely forgot. Morgan set me up on a blind date with some guy. What about you?" I asked her as we walked over to our lockers. Conveniently, on the first day of school, we met each other because of where our lockers were located. Right next to each other.

"Oh that's cool. I guess." She said, while twirling a lock of her red hair. Aria tried to look like she didn't care but I know that she did. Every date that Morgan had set her up on was a total disaster. Mine were fantastic. "I'm not sure what I'm gonna do. Steve wanted to take me on a "hot" -- she put air quotes up -- date. You know how I hate when he slobbers on me. I'd rather go on a hot date with that nerd in my English class." She opened her locker, which was blue and filled with neglected junk, and took out two English books. I had Calculus and she had English. We didn't find our schedules to be very fair. But to be honest, I was a secret nerd. I loved Math, and Science. Yeah, I don't show it but its there.

"Hm.... i'm sorry that you'll have to have Steve slobber on you. Dearest daddy is having a debutante party. Whoop-dee-fucking-doo." My facial expression slacked and I made sure that it was extra dramatic so that Aria could see that I didn't give two shits.

RING-A-LING!!!!!!!

"Great. First period. See you at lunch Eliza!" Aria kissed me on both cheeks. It was our unofficial handshake since last week and soon we were probably going to get tired of  it. Then we'd go and find something better.

We Always Did.

James' P.O.V

"I set you up on a blind date. The chick is real hot and your date is on Friday at 6 o'clock sharp. It's at Olive Garden. Don't be late." Morgan hung the phone up. There was never any protesting with him. He would always win the debate so there usually wasn't any use in trying. I opened up the calender on my Blackberry Messenger and made an event for Friday night. Morgan knew people so I wouldn't be surprised if the "chick" was some famous person or whatever. But I sure as hell would not care if she was. I wasn't into dating anymore. And seeing my mom get hurt over and over by a bunch of pervert scumbags didn't really help to brighten my perspective on dating. Even my own previous relationships had all gone wrong. All except for one. But I haven't thought about Anabella in 6 years. I would just go to the restaurant, say hello to the girl, chat with her for a little while and then leave. On Saturday I would live the scheduled life that I made for myself.

And at night, I would go to the unscheduled life that nobody knew about.