The jerk in my house.

Back to highschool again.

Heyyy :) Omg. So I've just came back from watching Rise Of The Gurdians. Amazing show. Jack forst is too good-looking ><. So that's why I delayed this chapter a Lil bit. :) So sorry.

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And sorry for posting this chapter so late... I was slowly sneaking some writing inside the closet :P

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"Ashleyyyyy! Hurry up! You're gonna be late for your first day of school ! " I heard my dad screaming from the grand foyer up to my room. I recognize the way his voice echoes . He does this quite alot, I'm always the one that needs constant rushing.

Argh. It's frustrating enough that my alarm didn't go off, but having someone constantly rushing you doesn't exactly make anything better.

I pulled my Long dark brown hair back and tied it into a high pony not even bothering to comb it while I search my closet for decent , clean clothes to wear. I quickly slip out of my shorts and oversized tee into a plain black tank top and some washed out ripped jeans that I got from Escada 2 days ago.

"2 minutes!" Dad yelled again.

My dad is the one that usually sends us off to school before going to work, only because it's on the way and that he wants to make sure that Lance and I actually goes to school . Let's just say, we've lost his trust, skipping school to go to the new roller coaster ride. Even I was surprise that Lance agreed to skip school. Well actualli, it was his ideal.

I looked at my face in the mirror. Urgh. Screw it. I'm not going to wear make up or whatever today. I mean it's not like I have bad skin or anything. I slide down the handrail and quickly jog to the kitchen. I saw a whole feasr of yummy food on the table... Bacon, scrambled eggs, sassuge , muffins , vanilla bread pudding, etc etc. GOD. Of all days, Mary just had to choose today to whip out everything that I like. I grabbed a muffin and ran to front door. But looked back and the food and whispered , "wait for me....... mama will be back."

"Where's everyone?" I asked mom . I was sitting on the floor wearing my maroon coloured converse sneakers with the muffin hanging in my mouth.

"They left." She said while helping me re-tie my messy hair.

"How am I going to school then?" I asked, hoping that I would be allowed to skip school today.

"I'm sending you." Jake jogged down the stairs , with his shirt still half way over his head, revealing his gorgeous abs.

A part of me felt like running over to him and just touch his abs but the other part of me wanted him to fall so badly. I know it's mean, but shouldn't you be watching your steps? Especially when you're jogging down the stairs.

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Jake walked out of the car to my side of the door and opened it for me.

I walked out of the car and thanked him.

"So, what class are you having now?" He asked casually swinging his bag over his shoulder.

"Ehm, I don't know. " I replied. Honestly, my mind isn't really thinking straight right now. I'm just so distracted by all the stares everyone was giving us. I mean me. No, don't get this wrong. I'm no school geek or loser. I'm just not popular. I dress simple to school though I could go to school looking ten times more fabulous than anyone here. I could easily hire a stylist if I want to. I act average, though I know that I can be bitchier than any bitch here. I can flirt as much as I want , I can get all the attention I need and I can have all the friends in this school if I want. But I choose to put up my walls. I could fit in perfectly. Atlease, I did. See, Laura Denton-the queen bee , was my best friend. We used to rule the school together. Before being just plain ol'Ashley I was The Queen Bee Ashley. I was mean, spoiled and cruel. I was a bully. I remember this so clearly, those last words Azmarie said to me before moving away to some boarding school in London. She showed me her cuts that was all over her hand and I could see the hatred burning in her eyes and she told me, "it is all your fault that I tried to kill myself. "