Lost Love

Chapter One

**4 years later**

High school sucks and I sure as hell am excited that it's my last year in this hell hole where overly horny immature boys try to sleep with every single girl go to school, except a couple of guys who are nice. Nice guys are rare these days, but I'm not exactly the nice type of girl... I've probably slept with most guys in my grade. Why am I the school slut? Well, it's simple. I figured that if I never had feelings for anyone, I wouldn't get hurt so technically I'm the school's mean girl, too.

I open the doors of Pinecreek High and all eyes are immediately on me. I hate that. I hate how they all stare since they all know the reputation I have, but they don't know me. That's the thing about people, they judge you without even knowing your story. Everybody has a story as to why they are who they are today, my story is simple but probably the most cliché story; heartbreak.

I hear a voice yelling my name behind me, it's Brad. He's the nice type of guy, a guy I don't deserve, but if I wanted to, I can be fake enough to be good for once. "Hey, Brad. What's up?"

He's kind of awkward and nervous around me, but I always seem to find that adorable on guys. "I was uh wondering if you'd um like to maybe go to prom with me?"

I started to laugh a little, "Awn I'm sorry, I'm not going to prom. I find it kind of useless since I don't really like a lot of people in this school or have any real friends here, but if you want I'll hang out with you tonight."

"Oh okay, yeah that'd be great." He smiled, he ran back to his friends and tells them everything, and I immediately start laughing because I think I probably just made his day.

I start walking away and get to my locker to take my books to go to my first class. My locker closes shut just as I take my last book. "What are you doing tonight?" A boy winked.

"Certainly not going anywhere with you around me, that's for sure." I rolled my eyes, this is the type of guy I hate, the cocky guy that thinks he can get any girl with a simple wink.

"Come on, do you really think you'll have any fun with the nice boy while you can be with me having the time of your life?"

"Honestly, yes. I don't want to go out with any pretty boys like you anymore because you're all the same; pathetic and snobby low lifes." I walked away, going to class. I'm not usually straight forward, but when it comes to guys like him, it's really the only way to get them to go away.