prologue:
How would you feel if your millionaire parents ruled your life, forcing you into Cheerleading, doing the excate same things as your parents and sisters? Well what's how Bethany feels. She's nothing like her 2 sisters, who are 2/3 of her. They're triplets.
Bethany is the youngest of the triplets. Elizabeth is the oldest of the 3, and the head cheerleader, Annabeth is the middle.
Instead of loving the cheerleading life, getting attention from everyone, dating the boys from the football and soccer teams, loving popmusic, Bethany hates all of that. She doesn't want to be a cheerleader, get attention from anyone, dating all those stuck up boys, and like Justin Biever or whatever his name is, she prefers to listen to rock music, wear dark colours and proper clothes, so running away from home seems like a god idea, especially when she's able to fit in with a small group of people, that she belongs with, and who knows? She might even find her first proper love...
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I wake up in my room with a banging head-ache and feeling like throwing up. Please remind me to never go to those stupid parties ever again.
I throw the covers off me and go to my wardrobe, picking out some darkblue material tracksuit bottoms, and a Black Veil Brides tanktop. I also took out the matching darkblue material tracksuit jacket.
I went into the bathroom and got showered and dressed. I left my face natural and put my hair into a pony-tail, then went back into my bedroom, putting on some dark purple and white hightops
I grabbed my phone and keys, putting them in my pocket and going out, for a jog, listening to the genre of music I like: Black Veil Brides, Blood On The Dance Floor, Evanesence, Greenday, and Paramore.
I went to the park and slowed down at the waterfountine, to get a drink. As soon as I stood up straight, the captain from the football team was stood waiting, in his running stuff
Oh no.
"Beth, what're you doing out so early?" He asked me
"Trying to forget about what happened last night. I feel so horrible" I told him, sitting on the bench, "My head hurts so bad, and I thought air was good for it"
"I don't think listening to that.... Crap" He said, "Helps" putting one of my headphones in and sighing
"Who cares if im a parawhore" I said
"Well you're certainly a whore"
"Ok, im off" I got up and put my headphones back in my ears, before jogging off
I turned my had to face Luke, but he'd already gone, and this caused me to run into someone
"Sorry" I said, looking up, at the most beutiful man ever made.
He's got black hair that flops over one eye, blue eyes, and a BOTDF hoodie
"It's alright" He said, "Uhm.. Aren't you a cheerleader from my school?"
"What school do you go to?"
"Red Devil High" He said
"Yeah" I nodded, as he looked at my tanktop "I hate it, though"
"I like your top" He said
"Thanks" I smiled, "I like yours, too"
"I think I remember you" He said, tucking a lose strand of my hair behind my ear "Yeah, I do. You're Bethany Torres"
I nodded, "I can remember you being in my art class but I can't put a name to your face"
"Im Dylan" He told me, "Dylan Hensworth"
