Chapter 1 (Prologue)

I never cry. If there's one thing that you should know about me, it's that I never cry. I'm always smiling, and I don't let anything upset me. Or, at least, that's what I used to think. Before I met her.

Alex Russo- tall, gorgeous, popular- waltzed into my life, and threw everything around. I thought that I had been living the perfect life- great friends, an amazing crush, a family that cared about me, and money to spend frivolously on shopping sprees at the mall with my best friend, Taylor.

She was new at our school three months ago. I am now in the eleventh grade. The school used to be my territory, but once she arrived, I was thrown from the position, and I was replaced by her.

Alex Russo is pretty. There's no questioning that. But, to me, it's all fake. Her voice, her hair, her body, it's all fake. Maybe it's just me, but I really don't think that Alex Russo is all that she proves to be. Girls fall at her feet, begging to do something for her, and guys stare from afar, admiring her slim figure. It makes me wanna puke.

Just the next day, I noticed that I didn't seem as in-control as I normally did. People weren't crowded around me, instead they were huddled around Alex, listening to her tell some story. I noticed Taylor in the audience. I didn't think much of it at the time, but she would go on to completely ignore me. Two weeks later, I was forgotten, and there wasn't enough Alex to go around. I was pushed to the far corner of the cafeteria, and I watched sadly as my ex-best friends giggled and talked to Alex- who was sitting in my former seat- like they had known her their entire lives.

I barely made contact with anybody after that. Taylor is too busy waiting on Alex's every command, and Nick, Joe, and Kevin have been brainwashed into thinking that Alex was their leader.

I am in love with Nick Jonas. That's the second thing you should know about me. I've never confessed this to him. He doesn't know, and I have full intentions of keeping things that way. He likes Alex. And Alex likes him. I'd be stupid to say anything to him, especially because he never leaves Alex's side.

Alex hates me. I've never spoken but a few words to her, when she had just gotten here. But, for some reason, she despises me with everything in her.

It's not like she's terribly nice to anybody. She expects people to cater to her every demand. It gets me thinking. Was I like that when I was in charge?

I know that it's not like me to make people do things for me. But was I so caught up in the public eye that I let my bitchy side take over me? I don't think it's possible. But then again, I doubt that Alex knows that she's being a pain in the ass. Did people secretly hate me, the way I can tell most girls do with Alex? Or did they think of me as a kind leader, who took their suggestions to mind, the way people pretend to feel about her?

I picture her glaring at me from across the hall, cuddled up to Nick- who is whispering in her ear- in my sleep. I wake up startled, shaking and sweating. I want to curl up under my covers and break down, but I don't. I never cry. But Alex Russo is pushing me to the point where I want to shriek and throw tantrums. But I put up a strong front. I refuse to let her make me cry. I refuse.

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