Confessions of a Queen Bee

Prologue

*Authors Note*

Hiya! Thank you for clicking on to this book.

I hope I can bring you the pain yet also the love and passion, I have imagined for these characters.

This book will involve some pretty dark topics, and I hope I will tackle them with raw honesty but also tact.

Here is the disclaimer: This story does talk about sexual assault, it does talk about the trauma and the psychological impacts that can happen as a result. I once read that you should never write about rape however I honestly believe that adds to the problem.

This book also tells the story of someone finding their way back out of the dark, finding ways to love the world again, and finding friendship and love along the way.

ALSO THIS IS BOOK 1

There needs to be more awareness about this. Silence doesn't help.

She was powerful,

not because she wasn't scared

but because she went on so strongly,

despite the fear.

-Atticus

Ivy James

I still can't really process what happened that Friday night.

I was the bad girl, the miss popular, the head cheerleader and I stupidly believed that this meant I was untouchable, protected.

I used to think I was too powerful for that, too popular, too unavailable.

I thought that Jayden, my gorgeous, protective and popular boyfriend, would never let the ugly world touch me in the ways his so-called best friend did.

But I was wrong, and I hadn't even realised what was happening until it was too late.

I used to love parties, everything about them. I enjoyed the freedom, the action of 'letting your hair down'. Everyone was friendly, just having fun with their friends and even meeting new people. It was great. We all used to attend every party together, me and my girls, Nora, Jess and Faye and Jayden and his boys, Max, Jackson, and the twins, Layton and Luca.

Of course, you'd hear about how things could go wrong, and it is often portrayed in the media about how these parties made young girls vulnerable. But I didn't think this was the reality.

I was a fool.

I had this idea that those things didn't happen in real life, not at our school, not to us. There were no strangers here-and at parties we all looked out for each-other.

Or I guess I thought we did.

It was at Jayden's house. Post football game party and almost everyone from our year was invited.

I used to love those parties; the ones where everyone's eyes found me as we entered. Wondering what I was wearing, who I was talking to, what I was doing tonight. As I think about it now, I spent most of that night doing normal things- drinking, dancing, laughing, probably bitching. Nothing out of the ordinary- nothing to put any blame on me.

I got ready with Jess and Faye and went to pick up Nora on our way. I was pretty normally dressed, a dark lace bodysuit and a black skirt. I wore something like that to every party, literally nothing was different.

I had a lot of friends, being someone that my whole year idolised, everyone was pretty lovely to me. And I was lovely to them, unless I had a reason not to be. At the time, it was pretty easy to find reasons not to be lovely to people, it's very different now.