Chapter 1

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~~~~~Blake's POV~~~~~

I sigh to myself as I look in the mirror. Why do I even try to look pretty for school?

I take off the white-short-cut dress I have on and end up slipping on a pair of blue skinny jeans and a Nirvana t-shirt and pull my hair in to a messy brown bun.

I look at the time and jump. It's already 7:00! I run to the bathroom and apply mascara and concealer. I hear the doorbell ring and my mom say,

"Dylan's here! Lets go your going to be late!"

"I'll be there in a second mom!" I yell.

I grab my phone, purse and backpack and run down the spiral staircase.

"Here you go honey." My mom says as she hands me a granola bar.

"Thanks mom." I say.

She lifts my chin up forcing me to look in her eyes.

"Hey, don't listen to those bullies okay?" she says with a pitiful voice. I hate pity.

I roll my eyes and run out the door. I see Dylan leaning on the driver door of his truck.

"Hey Blake." he says with a grin. He's wearing a plain grey tank top and black skinny jeans with a Yankees baseball cap.

"Hey Dylan." I say faking a smile. The problem is he knows when it's fake or not.

"You okay babe?" he asks.

He's one of those boys who -boyfriend or not- calls you 'Girlfriend names' like babe, sweetheart, honey, lovely, or beautiful. Dylan is one of the only people who can make me smile. He's my best and only friend. He's so good to me.

"Yeah it's just I don't really want to see Harley or Maddie today." I say and he frowns. Harley and Maddie are the most popular couple out of the whole school. and popular usually means terribly mean, and they are.

"Come here." he says and opens his arms. I walk closer to him and he pulls me into a hug.

Dylan had a chance to be popular but he didn't. For me.

He lets go after what feels like forever. I sigh not wanting the embrace to end.

He opens the passenger door for me and I slide in throwing my backpack and purse in the back of the truck.

He gets in and starts the truck.

"I see you're wearing the contacts again." I say staring at the fake blue orbs. He rolls his eyes and rolls out of the driveway.

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