We can hurt together

~ Dawn ~

DAWN

*8 years later*

Why did it had to be the first day of school? I really wasn't motivated to deal with school shit, nor was I motivated to deal with cheerleading shit. Actually, I didn't want to become a cheerleader, nor did I want to become head cheerleader. It's just a waste of time. I always wanted to be a part of a baseball, but I don't know what came over me.

I got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. I took a warm shower. I rinsed my body and washed my hair. After my shower, I brushed my teeth. Then I walked to my room and searched for what to wear. I decided on a white plain shirt with ripped jeans and white vans.

I walked out of my room and walked downstairs. I see my dad's and siblings eating breakfast. I've been with them since I was 10. Just thinking of back when I was 10 brings me bad memories.

"Good morning, sweaty." My dad, Andrew, greeted, giving me a kiss in the check. Then proceeded on sitting next to daddy, who is Riley.

"Hey, dad, good morning." I greeted, grabbing a banana from the basket. "Hey buggers," I said to my siblings. "Ready for high school?"

Kendall gave me the are you serious look, and Cristal gave me the not a good time look. I just laughed at their face expressions. Daddy laughed with me.

"Oh, please. High School isn't that bad." Once I said that, everyone looked at me like I'm crazy. "Don't be such's drama queen's. You just have to figure out how high school works. It's like playing a game. But you have to be patient." I paused, to take a bite of my sandwich that was handed to me by dad. "Just take it from me. I've lived the 4 years I've been in high school. Now, have a lovely day. Love you guys. I'll see you, buggers, in lunch."

I walked out of the house and hoped in my dirt bike. I started the bike and started heading to school. I honestly said that about high school for my siblings, so they can just relax. I have had bad times in high school, like everyone else. But what I hate the most about high school is how many people would be your friend in seconds, but if you make one mistake they'll just be your enemy. It's stupid. Also, I hate the fact that most of my friend aren't loyal. They are just fake, completely fake. I have only one loyal friend, and that is Quinn. She's like my twin sister. We've been through ups and downs, but at the end of the day we love each other and we would never let each other go.

I reached school grounds. I parked my bike in the tubes, where the bicycles are, and placed a lock in the back wheel. When I took my helmet of I could feel all the boys and girls starring. The stares were worse the first time I came with the bike. They were all like who's that or damn, nice wheels. I couldn't stop laughing that day. But today, the boys were like shit, she's hot or what a badass, and the girls, being envious like always, were like who does she think she is or I wish I was her. Those looks are the looks I always get, every. Single. Day. It's ridiculous.

The irony is that they see me as this beautiful girl, with brains, perfect popular girl that every guy wants to fuck with and that every girl wants to be like. But none of them know me, they say they do, but they don't. I just wish I could give them a little bit of my childhood so that they could stop looking at me like I'm perfect. Because I'll never be perfect.

I've never found a decent guy who likes me for me, and not for my stupid reputation. But you know how society is. I know that some guys aren't bad, but those guys don't exist, because some of them don't have the balls to ask me out. Some of them have ask me out, but they end up being complete dicks because of my reputation and I end up breaking up with them. Sometimes the environment you have around you changes people and sometimes it hurts me.

I just hope one day people realize that I don't give a flying fuck about my stupid popularity. It just ruins yourself. And I'll have you know that I have fallen in love with guys that every girl falls for. And believe me that heartbreak hurt like hell. I felt so cliché, but I moved forward, because he was just an asshole who missed his shot at truly loving me.

Nevertheless, I couldn't help but fall for him, like any girl or boy would if someone was able to crawl in your heart. Falling for people like that is inevitable, unstoppable. Just like we all say the heart wants what it wants.

I headed over to my locker, only to see my best friend waiting for me. She was in her phone, I'm guessing she's stalking to her so-called friend.

"Hey, Quinny," I greeted, opening my locker, placing my some of my books in my bag. "How's it going?"

"Nothing much." She said, putting her phone away. "Hey, are you ready for the cheerleading try-outs this year?" She said, sarcasm dripping from every word.

"You really like to ruin my day, don't you?" I asked, closing my locker.

"Haha, I just like to mess with you, Dawny. I know you don't like to talk about cheerleading." See I told you.

"Come on, let's go to class." I said, grabbing my bag from the floor and started walking towards history class. My least favorite class, but at least I'm good at it.

We stepped inside, and I was immediately greeted by Darren Tucker, the big guy of school. Not that I believe every shit said about him in school, it's just a bit odd that he acts like a jerk. At least he hasn't acted that way with me. But some of the girls in the cheer squad talk shit about him, yet they like him. I don't get them sometimes. One day they hate him, the next they love him. Did I tell you, him and I are valedictorians of this senior class? No. Well, now you know.

I sat in the empty desk in front of him. He was basically in the back of the classroom. I sometimes sit near him or next to him to see who he is. He's a big mystery to everyone, except for Rick, his best friend. When I took my books out, he notices me.

"You know that desk was empty for a reason, right?" I knew he was messing with me. Every time I sat close to him, he would always make a comment about the empty desk.

I laughed while turning around. "Well, sorry to disappoint, but those so-called reasons have never been spoken of." I smirked. I will admit he's very attractive. He could steal any girls heart in seconds.

He smiled, "Good to have you back, Allen." He always called me Allen, ever since I first meet him. Not once I've heard him say my first name.

"Yeah, whatever." I turned around, smiling to myself.