The Truth Behind the Player

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It all started in seventh grade.

Ah, the good times. Way back in seventh grade, I walked around with my best friends, Charitty and Kade. We were the 'it' group, everyone loved us. But then, everything went wrong.

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"Adelynn, WAKE UP!" I heard a voice shout.

I groaned, "Go away!" I threw my pillow at the figure before she pushed me off of the bed.

"Okay, okay! I'm up!"

"Good," my best friend, Charitty, murmured.

"Today is the first day of school!" She yelled jumping around.

Ah, Charitty Smith. The schools most beautiful good girl. She was super smart and she loved school. She almost never went to any parties so she could study.

"Char, shut up! What about school is so exciting to you? The people there suck and the teachers are horrible," I groaned.

She huffed and walked out of her bathroom.

I glanced up at her. She was wearing dark skinny jeans and a cream tank top.

"Yeah, yeah. You just hate Kade and his sluts," she said, rolling her eyes when she said Kade.

I sighed, knowing she was right.

"Well? Get ready!" She shreaked, throwing my clothes at me.

We practically lived together. If I wasn't staying at her house, she was at mine.

I changed into my light skinny jeans and a 5sos T-shirt.

I threw my straight, black hair into a ponytail and Charitty straightened her red hair, throwing it over her shoulders.

We did our makeup and threw on our shoes: me in my converse, her in her white flats.

She threw me an apple and ate her own.

"Charitty, sweety, you better go to school so you aren't late," Charitty's mom, Leanne, said, smiling.

"Yes ma'am," we told her.

She smiled at me and Charitty and I left for school.

We pulled up in front of the building, walking into school.

"Welcome to PrimRose High!" A voice said, way too cheerful.

She gave us a fake smile before handing us our schedules.

I rolled my eyes and walked to my locker.

"I can't believe them. They walk around thinking they own the school and pretend they're all nice one minute, and the next they act all bitchy. I don't get it," I sighed.

This was PrimRose High, for you. Totally fake.

"I know," Char groaned.

"Hello, ladies," Allen said, throwing his arm on the locker next to mine.

I smiled and Char started laughing.

"Hey, Allen," I said.

"Hey babe," he replied, kissing my cheek.

Allen was my boyfriend. He was pretty smart, he wasn't one of those players like Kade was. Yet, all of the girls gushed over him.

I got jealous glares from some of the girls around us, but I just ignored them.