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Chapter Two

I had never been more scared in my life. I wasn't looking for trouble, but chances were I was going to find it with Jason. That was his name, right? I asked myself.

Walking into the cafeteria with my best friends, Clarissa and Madean (pronounced may-dean), I noticed people staring at him. I was confused. Did they already know he had a gun? Did someone else find out and tell everyone? Suddenly he looked in my direction. My heart felt like a stick of dynamite ready to detonate just from his stare.

I acted with no hesitation as I grabbed Clarissa and Madean's hands and guided them to our lunch table as fast as I could.

"What the hell, Billie?!" Madean growls, confused and cranky.

I crossed my arms showing my discomfort. I couldn't tell them about his gun. I just had to kind of warn them. "Stay away from that new kid," I said as more of a complaining demand than a request, "he's bad news."

Clarissa, like me, was assertive and didn't care what people said, she was going to share what she thought. "You mean JD?" She asked, shrugging. She turned to take a look at him. Because she did this, it was like a chain reaction for me to do the same. My heart, which had just been slowing its pace on me, began to beat faster than the rhythm to Pat-a-Pan as I realized JD was staring at me. I quickly turned away, white as a sheet.

To say JD was intimidating may have been an understatement. He was like my worst nightmare, and not just because he had that gun. He was attractive; that was a problem. What if I fell for him? What if he used that gun on me after I put my trust in him? I had learned from a young age to be skeptical of everyone, and something about JD had given me a vibe I cannot quite describe. Falling for him would be catastrophic, and the worst part is, I'm already under his spell.

"Guys, we need to get out of here. Something bad is going to happen," I told her, panicked.

Clarissa rolled her eyes at me. "You're so gauche, Billie. I honestly don't know where we even picked you up." She smiled as Madean broke out into a laugh, followed by a few random cheerleaders walking by us.

I don't know how dense they must've been to make jokes at a time like that. Then again, they never trusted me when I tried telling them something. Sometimes I wondered if they really were my best friends.

"Oh," I said with a blank expression. "Guess that's too bad, now isn't it?" I turned and walked away, stuffing my hands in my pockets. I turned my head ever so slightly and watched them sit down at the table, scolding me behind my back. What kind of a friend does that? you may ask, well, I sure as hell wouldn't know. I lived there all my life and they're the only friends I really made, and that was with being myself.

Suddenly I turned back to focus my full attention ahead and was shocked to have felt myself press up against someone else's chest. It was a female. Perky breasts, if I must be true. I look up and the first thing I see is a shit ton of makeup. Then I inspect more thoroughly. Whoops, never mind, it was just Heather Chandler's... whatever you want to call all of that.

"You stupid fuck," she growled like a heathen, her teeth gritted under her perfectly applied pink lip gloss.

I felt like I was literally the one person in the entire student body that hated Heather, her and all of her fake parts. Madean tried to argue that Heather is all natural but come on! She's been here since forever and I don't remember her having those enormous breasts of hers before she turned sweet sixteen. Plus, after taking a hard hit to her bosoms like I did, I thought at least someone would scream "BRACE FOR IMPACT!"

"Me?" I chuckled. "You had plenty of time to head opposite of me. Don't think I'm like everyone else in this school, always going to yield to your highness's every move. You're lucky even people like you will respond to your dumb polls."