Scars of Forever.
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I'm the stereotypical cheerleader type. Blond hair, big boobs, medium height, blue eyes and lean, but I don't cheer. In fact I don't participate in any school activities. I hide. I hide behind large clothes and ponytails. I do everything in my power to blend. That all changed when I met him, I would never let him see the hidden curiosity I had for him. Girls like me and guys like him didn't happen.
I'm part of a boy band, the lead singer in fact. My mom decided I need a break from the guys and the band for a year. We moved and I went off to public school. Sure, everyone knew who I was. Cheerleaders hung off me in was quickly popular, and dating the cheer captain. I didn't like her, but it was all what I was expected to do. She caught my eye though. I wanted to know this girl that hid. She seemed to resent me though. I had no idea why.
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