Chapter 1/Opposites

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(: Alexis POV :)

I walk through the opening doors leading to a new school year.

"Hey girl,"Rebecca, the queen bee of our school says.

"Hi." I reply smiling. I walk away. We dislike each other a lot so this catches her off guard.

A challenge at our school is to make me mad. I am generally a happy person because I don't want people to feel my pain. I encourage them and put on a fake smile to make them happy. Happiness to me is foreign. It went away a long time ago.

I don't want people unhappy. That's the reason. I don't want them to feel what I feel. Believe it or not I don't have any real friends. I make people happy, yes but I have never had a best friend because I knew that after high school they wouldn't last and I don't want to go through friend drama.

This is gonna sound really mean but a lot of people think they're my friends. Call me rude. I know they use me to be popular.

If you are wondering, yes I'm popular. I honestly don't really care. I treat everyone the same but obviously people treat me different. My Stepmom is rich so I live a high class life. She and my dad give me money.

So yes I am rich and popular. I am also attractive I guess. I mean, people tell me that so whatever. I wear expensive makeup. Most people think it's because I'm fake and I'm showing off my money but no, I'm just hiding scars.

I have one scar under my eye, one on my chin, and tons on my wrist. If you were wondering, yes I self harm. It started when he started hurting me. 

He tells me I'm worthless one second and tells me I'm beautiful the next. He's like bipolar or something.

I haven't seen him yet. Maybe he transferred schools. I hope. I can't break up with him because I know I'll come back. I tried and we ended up together again. It's just so hard to. He's manipulating and plays with my mind a lot. I remember before he became a monster.

We started dating in tenth grade. He was so perfect. Basically every girl's dream guy. He was cute, charming, and sweet. A lot of girls liked him but he chose me. I was so excited. I regret ever saying yes when he asked me out. I don't really get a choice anymore, I'm too scared to leave him.

He started abusing me about a year ago. Everything was perfect when he just changed. We were at a party. I felt sick so he took me home and he kissed me. That kiss turned into a make out session. I would not let him take my virginity and he wanted it then so he just slapped me. He grabbed me and pinned me down. And...

"Lex!" I hear someone shout interrupting my thoughts. I look up and see Shayla, one of my... well I don't have friends but me and her are kinda close. She's one of the only girls I can actually bear being around.

"Hey Shay,"I answer.

"How was your summer?"She asks.

"Okay but I missed everyone."I reply. Except him. I think to my self.

"What about you?" I ask.

"Oh it was great. Me and my family visited Brazil and I saw a bunch of hot guys."She answers.

I laugh.

I really envy her. She has the perfect family, perfect boyfriend and friends that love her. Which is all I really want. She has perfect blonde hair. Beautiful ocean blue eyes. The perfect curves and body.

I have an abusive boyfriend, unstable family, and no real friends. I have dark brown, wavy hair. Big, green eyes and a skinny little body with curves in the wrong places. So yeah, really different.

"Sounds like you had a blast."

I look down the hall and see him. I grab Shayla's hand and drag her into the bathroom with me before he sees us.
"What the crap is wrong with you?"she asks. "I don't feel good."I respond. "Naw dip Sherlock, what is wrong with you health wise."She asks. "My head hurts." I say. "Lemme take you to the nurse hun." She says. "Okay."
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/: Austin POV :\

I walk into the torturous doors that lead to social interaction. School. Seven cruel hours of our lives. The only reason I'm staying at this stupid school is that it's hard to find a good job without a diploma so here I am walking through torture.

A girl walks up to me. She looks like a failed Barbie doll. A makeup covered face and clothes two sizes smaller than her. If they even count as clothes.

"Hey hun I'm Rebecca, what do you say we ditch this place,"she says in a what sounds like she tried too hard to sound seductive.

"I don't care about your name, and I certainly won't be ditching with my record. Plus if I did I might as well stay here than have sex with a Barbie-slut that fucks everything with a dick."I reply with a blank face.

She stomps away angrily. I almost laugh. Girls are all the same. Rich, flirty sluts that get what they want.

I pull my hood up and walk with my head down.
----------------------------------------------(: Alexis POV :)

I walk out of the nurses office. Crap I missed first period. I run as fast as I can to my locker, hurrying so I won't be late to second period. I trip over my left foot and fall. I wait for the impact flinching. It never comes. I feel two hands on my waist and look up. An attractive guy is there. He has dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He is wearing all black and has a mystery vibe to him making him more sexy.

    "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry um...I... uh.... running.... class....late."I mumble awkwardly.

He scowls. "Okay."

"Well... uh nice meeting you but I gotta go."I state quickly before turning.

"Wait."
I turn back around.

"Huh."

"What's your name?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Because I wanna know."he says in a Duh tone.

"Alexis Venz. "I say.

"Austin Smith."he says.

"Um I'll see ya later I'm kinda late to class." I say realizing the time.

"Okay." He replies.

He obviously doesn't talk much. I walk to the class and sit down right in time.

Well that was interesting.
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Please Read this!!!
Hey guys AP here! How did you like my first chapter? Vote if you like my doing multiple Point of Views. Anyways I just wanted to let you know that her abusive boyfriends name is Wesley. She hasn't said it yet and when she mentions his name I don't want you to be confused.

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