Help Me Believe

Introductions

(a/n: Alex is 17 years old now)

Alex's POV

"Honey, wake up. Come on, your gonna be late for school dear," I could hear my mother say gently while rubbing my back.

"I don't wanna go to school," I say while sitting up in my warm cozy bed.

"Dear, you do know that you have that language test today, right?"

"What?" I screeched while jumping out of bed and running to the bathroom. I turn the bath on and could hear my mom laughing. I rolled my eyes but was glad of her happiness. It took a year for her to recover from my father leaving. I quickly brushed my teeth and jumped into the bath.

After my twenty minute bath I walk into my walk in closet. I changed into black skinny jeans and a black tank top. I wore an off the shoulders grey baggy sweater on top. I slipped on my favorite back and white converse. I combed my long brown hair which reached the end of my back. I blow dried it and left it in natural waves. I slipped an grey beanie on and check the time. 56 minutes. Hmmm, a new record.

I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. My mom was sitting at the table drinking coffee. She smiled at me when I came in and passed me a plate of egg, toast and bacon.

"Where's Luke?" I asked, looking around b

"Oh, your brother isn't going to school today. He's got a flu. Nothing to bad. If he rests it will be over in no time."

I smile and nodded. Luke was my seven year old little brother. When my father had left us, Luke was only five. He had been staying at my aunts house that night so he hadn't witnessed anything. But when he came home. He knew something was wrong even though he was a little child. He didn't question it. I told him myself a few days after the incident and told him not to talk about it. He understood. He was smart for a five year old.

I gobbled up my food and checked the time. Rebecca, my best friend, should be here any minute now to pick me up. I was drinking water when I heard a honk outside.

"Thy must be Rebecca. Bye mom. See you later," I kissed my mother on her forehead before grabbing my bag and phone an rushing out.

Rebecca was sitting in the drivers seat in her black range rover. I climbed it and shut the door.

"Hey girlfriend," she greeted.

"Hey," I respond.

"So guess what?"

"Yeah," I said boredly.

"There's this party this Saturday and I wanted to know if you wanted to go," Rebecca screeched excitedly.

"Becca, please no way. You ask me this everytime you get an invite."

Rebecca was a social bird. She was kind of a part of the popular group. She didn't exactly hang out with them too much but since her dad had a huge business and her family was loaded, people wanted to be her friend. Just to enjoy her riches. She didn't reject them but she didn't hang out with them too much. She would only hang out with me. We've known each other since we were three years old. Our mothers are best friends too.

"C'mon Alex, I think it's time you enjoyed for once. I mean it's senior year, you gotta live a little, you know," Rebecca pleaded.

"No way Becca," I states firmly.

"Alright," she sighed in defeat.

The rest of the ride we talked about the latest gossips and fashion.

When we reached school there was a huge commotion going on. Rebecca quickly parked and we both ran to see what was happening.

Anna Kingsley, the popular girl, queen bee, slut and total bitch, was standing next to Jared Bradley, the popular boy, heartbreaker, bad boy, manwhore and total asshole. Yup, they were your stereotypical populars. People adored them and some hated them. Oh and did I mention, their the 'it' couple. Apparently they were constantly breaking up and then after a few days, would get back again. I despised people pike that. They think they are all that. Huh.