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Chapter One

Chapter One.

Beep Beep Beep.

Beep Beep Beep.

God, that incessant alarm would not stop! Slamming my hand on my side table numerous times, I grabbed hold of the alarm and through it against the wall. It smashed into tiny pieces, making a mess. Well, a bigger mess in my room. I am not a morning person. Turning over in hopes to go back to sleep, my neighbour decided that it was the perfect time to practice their singing of WHAM! Why, God, Why?

Realising that I had no chance of getting back to sleep, I begrudgingly got out of bed. I looked around my room. Wow, what a mess. Clothes were everywhere, shoes were everywhere, hats, bags and accessories were everywhere. Not my fault, really. Last night I got a call from my totally best friend in the world, Alissa, telling me to haul my ass out of bed and open the door downstairs for her. Any normal person, at midnight, would tell her to 'go screw herself' but I am not normal. Plus, last time I did say that, she kicked the door down and came in anyway. We took only half an hour to get ready and off we went to some party that I don't even remember. So that explains the mess. Totally not my fault.

Making my way through to my en suite bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. Oh. My. God. This was a sight to see. My hair was literally sticking out around my face, imagine a lion's mane, my make-up was smeared all over my face and there were some fresh hickeys on my neck, boobs and thighs. Grabbing my brush, I proceeded to attempt to brush out the knots in my hair before jumping in the shower. A nice, steaming hot shower is just what I needed. After I was all clean and smelling sweet, I went to choose something to wear to school.

Today was my first day of my last year of high school! To say I was excited was an understatement. I believe school is a prison for students, conforming them to what society thinks is acceptable. But that's just me. Anyway, I went into my walk in wardrobe and looked through all my clothes. I am quite wealthy. Not me exactly, but my parents. I'm spoiled in more ways than some, and clothes is one of them. I decided to go with my new Gucci dress that my mum had sent to me from Italy. My parents are divorced, Mum lives in Italy while Dad lives half an hour away. Yep, I don't live with my parents. More about that later. I chose to wear my current, all time favourite black pumps. I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to my kitchen. With no time to spare, I picked an apple from my table and walked out the door.

Smiling, I looked at my absolutely gorgeous sleek black lamborghini murcielago. It was a guilt present from my dad, seeing as how he, along with my mother abandoned me. Not literally because it was me who left them in the end, but they abandoned me way before that. Anyway, shaking those ugly thoughts from my mind, I hopped in my baby.

The ride to school was fast, especially since I travelled at about 120km all the way. Knowing the back streets is really handy. I pulled up to school and parked right out front the grounds. First day of a new school, here we go.

Getting out of the car I noticed that ALL eyes were on me. All conversations, all the laughter and messing around had stopped. Boys were looking at me with pure lust while the girls were glaring. All but one. So I walked straight up to her, my new best friend. She was a tiny thing! Petite as could be, with these big blue eyes that just looked like crystals. To top it off she was fair skinned with platinum blonde hair. No doubting it, she was stunning.

"Hey there! So, what's the dealio with this school?"

She looked me up and down, and for a second, I was worried she was going to yell at me. Instead, she greeted me with a big grin. Phew.

"Oh you know, the usual, full of players followed by skanks. What's your story?"

"The folks split up, I had to move and consequently had to move schools." The whole time I was telling her this, I was looking down. Truth is, my story is not that simple.

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"I love you"

I had waited so long for Conor to say those three words to me. The three little words that I could have said to him 3 months ago. However, like a good girlfriend, I waited the 6 months and finally.

"Oh Conor, I love you too."

"Baby, I am glad to hear that. I was thinking, we need to celebrate this big event."

"That sounds amazing! What did you have in mind?"

"Well, seeing as you love me, I thought we could finally have sex. It's what people do when they are in love."

WHAT? I am not ready for this. I am only 15 years old, I don't want to! No way am I getting AIDS, or worse, pregnant. How could he ask this of me? But then, I do love him and I trust him. He is sweet and kind, so why not? I know he is not a virgin like me, so he would not what to do to prevent anything bad happening.

The whole time I was thinking this through, I missed how his face change. I looked up quickly, ready to say yes but saw his face. I only got a glimpse, but it looked like satisfaction. No, that couldn't be right.

"So..?"

"I'm scared, I don't know if I am ready."

"You are. Trust me."

Should I?

"Ok. Yes."

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I noticed that my new best friend was talking, wait, I don't even know her name yet.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Oh, what? Right, how silly of me. I'm Cherie (pronounced cherry) Rickford."

"Nice to meet you! I'm Coco. And if you were wondering, no, I don't have a last name. Mind talking and walking me to the office? I need to pick up my timetable and all that junk."

"Sure thing."

We walked passed all the students who were still staring. It was as though someone had come along and stolen their brains, making them these brainless zombies. Oh no! They are all going to come at us and try to eat us. Okay, they are not making any sudden moves to attack. We are safe!

While I was running off with my imagination, Cherie and I had entered the building and made our way into the office. At the desk was a frumpy old lady, dressed in what could only be described as, hideousness. Upon hearing the door close, she looked up with a disgruntled look, but quickly replaced it with a smile when she saw Cherie.

"What have you done now missy?"

"Who me? Please Martha, don't make me look bad in front of my new best friend. She will think I am some kind of delinquent."

Cherie winked at Martha after she said this. For some reason, I am getting the feeling that Cherie is not as sweet and innocent as she seems.

WOO! This is going to be fun!