Gotta Be You

Chapter One

Chapter One

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I bring my hand down hard on the snooze button of my pink alarm clock and roll over so that my back is to the stupid waste of plastic before pulling the covers over my head and trying to go back to sleep.

Today is my first day of senior year. Shouldn't I be excited? Instead I'd rather be stuck with Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games, my favorite book and movie. I'd rather be stuck in an arena with Cato or Thresh chasing after me.

I'd rather be dead than go to school today.

Why, you ask?

Sure, for the past three years I've had straight A's, never gotten a detention or demerit, never been suspended, never even gotten yelled at. I've gotten nothing but praise and admiration from my teachers. Sure I was on the cheersquad but I was always in the back, making sure the real stars of the squad didn't injur themselves during their stunts. I was easily lost. I didn't even sit with them at lunch. I've been, in short, practically invisible.

That was, until, this summer.

This summer I ran into the school hottie, Jordan Smith, at a sports camp. My sport? Volleyball. His? Baseball and Basketball. There he wasn't the big shot he thought he was. He was just another boy. Just like I was another girl. The two of us got drunk one night and, well, I bet you can figure out the rest.

That was about two weeks ago.

The next day neither of us had mentioned it and we'd gone through the last week and a half of camp like nothing had happened. Now it's the first day of senior year and I'll be spending the next nine months in the same hallway as him, the same cafeteria, the same classrooms- and I'll have to pretend that nothing happened. We'd both silently agreed that it would be best if neither of us said anything to anyone. And now I'll have to face him every day.

Fun, right?

Sure, most girls would've ignored the silent promise and told everyone within a fifteen mile radius what happened. But, not me. Nope. I kept it in and cried myself to sleep for the past two weeks. I didn't speak to him and he didnt' speak to me.

Since we both did different sports it hadn't been that hard for us to avoid each other at camp. The only time we were around each other was at breakfast, lunch and dinner, and we sat at opposite sides of the cafeteria. A few times I'd catch him looking at me, or he'd catch me looking at him, but we'd both look away quickly. He was probably thinking about how he'd handle going to school with me after that. After he had sex with a no body like me. What would it do to his reputaion? He slept with someone other than a slutty cheerleader with no future.

He slept with someone outside of his social class. Way out of his social class.

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I slam my hand down on the alarm clock again, this time turning the beeping off for good, and I sit up and look at myself in the mirror that's across my room. My hair is a mess. It's blond curls are all tangled and stand up every which way. My pale skin looks even paler in the dim lighting of my room and my grey eyes stare at me from across the mess of t-shirts and jeans.

"Honey," My mom calls from downstairs. "You up yet?"

"I'm coming, mom," I yell.

Living with my mom can be hard sometimes. She's never fully gotten over my father, who cheated on her with a blond bimbo and then left us to fend for ourselves. She's taken all of his pictures off the shelves one by one over the years and now there's no evidence of him even existing in the house. To us, he was never born. To her, he never happened.