The Art of Deception {z.m}

Chapter 1- Opposites Attract

The world is filled with large amounts of wisdom and knowledge. Some of this information is of vast importance, such as how to read, how to write, or how to draw a simple shape.

Then there are the facts that aren't vital to carry out our daily routines. Facts such as what the definition of grotesque is, or how many ions an oxygen atom contains. These are the more complex pieces of knowledge that aren't essential to our lifestyle.

For example, the process in which to find the area of a triangle. I personally couldn't care less wether or not I knew how to carry out this simple function. My teacher however, believes it is necessary to understand. He also believes I should pay more attention in class. Both of his assumptions however are completely and utterly incorrect.

So as I sit here, listening to Mr. Crumly teach, I fight to keep my eyes open.

"And remember class, section 4 homework Is due Monday. You are dismissed, enjoy your weekend."

I silently cheered as the shroud bell split the air, and quickly hustled out of the hectic classroom.

I strut through the hallways and headed towards my car, keeping my head low and out of sight of my peers around me.

People often payed little attention to wallflowers like me, but the minute I reached my 2014 cherry red BMW, the whispers erupt.

"Look at the emo's car, bet her daddy pays for everything." I heard one blonde bimbo sneer.

"Bet the skanks never worked a day in her life." Another chimed in.

I never understood why people thought that whispering was really just yelling in a hushed tone. Because if they were whispering in the way it was intended to be, I wouldn't have heard their rude remarks.

Not that it bothered me, what they said. They were probably right in whatever they said of me, and I have simply learned to go with how they describe me. And frankly, any time I received attention, no matter the circumstances, I soaked it all in. Because soon I would be forgotten and left to be discarded into the bin filled with past gossip and old topics.

The little high school parking lot was my own little spotlight. My own little piece of remembrance. And I loved it.

I unlocked the car and threw my bag in the trunk as I waited for my best friend to stroll up.

And there she was. Taylor Holmes.

She sauntered over, her blonde hair framing her model worthy face. She pulled a stray piece of hair behind her ear as guys stopped and gawked at the beautiful specimen that strut by. I even heard one let out a low whistle which only caused me to snort and her to roll her eyes in annoyance as she shot the brute an 'In your freaking dreams' look.

It was a true mystery how we had become such close friends. We were like the typical cliche popular girl and dork duo considering we were polar opposites.

Plus it was true, she belonged with the popular group with there long tan legs and designer bags. Her whole image fit the description, but her personality begged to differ. That was why she ended up with me, the "skank" that only received decent attention in crummy parking lots. She was carefree and rather tough if you asked me, and the popular girls didnt like someone who was willing to go up against them. She was daring and rather risky, and they didnt put up with that. But that was okay with her.

She wasn't into the popularity, or the constant male attention, she simply liked being around the people who accepted her and allowed her to act herself.

That's what I loved about her so much. It was an odd paring, the two of us. But for some reason, is just worked. And as they say, opposites attract, and I couldn't help but feel our positive and negative personalities had attracted for the better.