Addicted - R.S.L. (IN EDITING)

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The first thing you should know about me: I hate going to new schools. Unfortunately for me, I had to. And to make it worse, I'll be enrolling in the split middle of the school year, so I won't know anybody there.

The second thing you should know about me: I have this I don't care attitude. Mostly because I actually don't care about half the things that happen in my life. My mom's a workaholic and I never met my dad. He pretty much got my mom knocked up, and never spoke to her again. Anyways, because of that, I'm alone half the time and pretty much get away with anything without my mom caring or even noticing. I'm pretty sure she doesn't even know about how I smoke, or about the tattoo on my left wrist. Hell, I bet she doesn't even remember my birthday.

We had to move to California in the middle of summer for my mom's new job. That's why I'm going to a new school.

I look in the mirror one last time before grabbing my things and leaving. I don't really care what people think of me or what I look like, but I at least want to look presentable.

I walk down to the bus stop that's at the corner of my street and wait. I don't have a car, and I'm too lazy to walk to school. So that leaves me with taking the bus to and from school. I don't mind it.

A few other kids come to the bus stop before it arrives. They give me weird looks, probably because I'm new here and they've never seen me here before, but I ignore them.

I sit in the back of the bus, where nobody would mess with me. I watch as people get on the bus from stop to stop and guess their personalities by the way they look.

She's a slut, he's a nerd. She's nice and preppy, he's a jerk, and so on and so forth. I do this until we arrive at school. Which is already crowded with teenagers. I groan as I get out my seat and exit the bus. I wasn't excited to be the newbie. But maybe they won't even notice me. Maybe I'll just be the girl who likes all these rock bands, no one special.

Of course that's not the case. As soon as I walk into the courtyard all eyes go on me. I just keep walking until someone steps in front of me, stopping me.

"What's your name?" A tall guy with blonde hair and brownish/hazel eyes asks. I look him up and down. He's a player.

"None of your concern," I snap. I hear a bunch of guys behind me say "ohh" making me roll my eyes.

"You're sassy," Blondie says. "I like that. I'm Ross." He holds his hand out for me to shake, but I just cross my arms.

"You don't do handshakes do you?" He asks. "What do you like?"

"Not you." And with that, I walk past him and into school.

Oh yeah, the third thing you should know about me: I hate players. You know, guys who try to get with every girl they can get their hands on. Ross being one of them, I have no intention talking to him or any other guy for that matter. Honestly, I'm not looking for a relationship. I mean, relationships lead to disaster, and disaster leads to heartbreak. I mean, I don't know about you but I don't really want to get my heart broken.

Okay I'll admit it. Ross is attractive. Very attractive. But he's cocky and I don't like cocky boys. Cocky as in he's confident he can get his hands on you, or any girl that lets him.

But see the thing is, I won't let him, or any guy for that matter.

Too bad every boy in this school can't process that through there heads because I've only been to three classes and at least ten guys have tried to flirt with me. It didn't really work.

For example; on the way to third period some perv tried to slap my ass. Let's just say I almost broke their wrist.

I make my way into the cafeteria, where I wasn't planing on eating anything. I don't really want food poisoning.

I sit at an empty table and play on my phone. Well, until I'm interrupted.

"Why is such a pretty girl like you sitting alone?" I look up and see a guy sitting in the seat across from me. "I'm Jackson."

I smile. Finally, somebody who's not a total jerk. "I'm Amber."

"Is it your first day here?" He asks. "I've never seen you around."

"Actually yes, it is my first day."

"Well, Amber, welcome to Maywood High School, where the teachers are assholes and the food is awful." I laugh as he continues. "If there's anything you'd like to know about this place, I can fill you in."

I look past him and see Ross making out with another girl. I look back at Jackson.

"Who exactly is that Ross guy?" I gesture towards the blonde.

He looks back at Ross then back to me. "That, is Ross Lynch. He's the guy every girl wants to be with, and he takes advantage of that. He'll hook up with you, then act like he doesn't know you the next day. You could say he's a player."

Called it.

Hiya. I feel really good about this story tbh.