Chapter 1:

The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. Those beautiful dark eyes, the ones I fell in love with instantly upon sight, held a deep hurt. A hurt that I had placed there.

"But..I thought-"

"You thought wrong Fang. There was never an 'us' okay? Get over it already!" The words stumbled out of my mouth just like I had rehearsed so may times before, yet the sting of saying them aloud was still fresh.

His gaze wavered from mine as he took a deep breath as if to steady himself. To be honest, this isn't how I imagined it would be. This isn't how I wanted it to be, that I promise you.

"I..I understand," He said softly as he reached for my hand. No, this was all wrong. He wasn't supposed to do this!

"How can you say that?!" I demanded, my voice harsh as I yanked my hand away from his touch, "I just ripped your heart out and broke it into tiny pieces and you say you understand?!"

"What else am I suppose to say?! I tell you I love you and you do this. I don't understand ok! Happy? I am beyond comprehension right now! I don't know what went wrong..we were so happy then bam! Who is it?"

"W-what do you mean?" His eyes narrowed at my question and my heart took a plunge. He thought I was cheating on him. With every fiber in my body, I wanted to dispel the lies, all of them but I knew I couldn't. After all, he was punk and I did ballet. It was unacceptable.

"Just tell me..please. You owe me that much." Do I dare? Do I, for the first time in my life, do the right thing and not lie?

No.

"Dylan," I breathed. His hands balled up in fists as he cursed loudly. I was a horrid person.

"Dylan? As in my best friend Dylan?!"

"Yes." A very terrible person, but do I regret it?

No.

He turned his back to me, his hands still in fists and I willed myself to not let any tears fall. This was the right thing to do; we could never truly be anyway, it just wasn't done.

"Fang..I..I'm sorr-"

"Go."

"W-what?"

"Go," He turned to me, his eyes rolling with booming thunder, "Just leave. I don't want anything to do with you ever again. I made the mistake once, it's not happening again. Never forget that or what you just lost because quite frankly, no other guy is ever going to love you like I do- did. Now get out of my life."

"But-"

"Don't! Don't…please..just go." If my heart wasn't already broken before, it was now.

"Fine," I snapped, "Good riddance."

And just like that, I walked out of Fang's life. Just like that, my heart was crushed and torn out and just like that, I became a person no one deserves to know within the blink of an eye.

Just like that.

As my heels clicked against the pavement, I finally let my suppressed tears fall. Right then, I made a promise to myself. Never would I forgive them. Not ever.

But I knew that promise was hollow, I was nothing without them. I had to like them otherwise I was no better off than Fang- a nothing. Pulling out my phone, I dialed Stacey's number and awaited her cheerful voice.

"Hello Darling! Did you go through with it then? Please tell me he squirmed like the pathetic worm he is," She laughed gleefully. Remember: you're nothing without them.

"Yeah," I scoffed, "He practically begged me to stay. So pathetic!"

"Oh my gosh! And you said you actually liked him?! Girl what was wrong with you?"

"I..I don't know."

"Darling..you are over him right? Because if you aren't we're going to have some problems, you realize that don't you?"

"Of course I'm over him! Are you kidding me?" The line was silent and panic hit me dead on, "He was nothing to me..although I do have to admit, I enjoyed breaking his poor little heart. You should have seen his face Stace- priceless!"

"Oh how I envy you! Well enough about that loser, come on over, I have a real man here that is dying to meet you."

"Be there in five! Toodles!"

"Ta ta love!"

I hit end numbly and continued walking on. He meant everything to me, how could I so blatantly lie like that? God..why was I such as terrible person?! The tears wouldn't stop, they steamed down my face smearing my perfectly applied makeup. Great! Now I really can't go to Stace's! If she she's me, she'll disown me for sure.

Turning on my heel, I sprinted towards my aunt's white three-story house. I swung open the door and called out to aunt Lilly but the house only held a lonely silence. I thought by coming here it would be different, but I was wrong. Looking on the bright side though, at least I had Rufus here. As if hearing my thoughts, the fat orange tabby poked his head around the corner and let out a scary yowl that he did when he was bored.

"Hey there Ruffy," I crooned as I bent at the waist to scratch his stubby ears. He meowed again nipping at my wrist this time, "I love you too boy." He's about the only thing I felt the emotion towards. There was Fang but..he's a thing of the past. I never love loved him anyway. At least that's what Stacey says, but I feel there was more than just-

Shaking my head, I walked to the stairs and began the long journey to my bedroom. Exactly forty-five steps. It seems like the only thing that keeps me in size three jeans. Stace and Tiff always nag me though, they say I need to slim down more to get into size two by summer time. Truth is, I love eating too much. They nag, nag, nag so I work out, I run, I do yoga, but by the time I get home I have eaten some 200 calories after burning about 600. Fang always told me I was beautiful, he made me feel beautiful when everyone else told me I wasn't.

Huffing, I reached for my doorknob and pushed the door open and walked into my room that was custom designed for me by my aunt. A baby blue queen size canopy bed occupied the far right corner of the room with white night stands, a crystal lamp on each. A huge white Persian rug was spread out on the wood floor giving the room a look of class. A desk with my school books and lap top were in the far left corner along with a large bookshelf crammed with books that nobody probably has ever read. My favorite thing about the room was the gigantic walk-in closet full of everything imaginable. If you haven't realized by now, my aunt is rich. She has been married three times, been divorced twice, and killed the last guy. Totally kidding! He passed away a year ago, but how? I don't actually know… But the closet! It's amazing!

I saunter in and quickly grab a clean pair of jeans and a fresh, mint green tank top. Although I may act like pink is my favorite color for my reputation's sake, it's actually green. I think it goes good with my eyes. I quickly change and sit down at my cluttered vanity. I reapply black eyeliner to my eyes, fix my eye shadow, cover up any blemishes, coat my lips with pink lip gloss, and then run my brushes' soft bristles through my curly, red hair.

"Show time Lissa," I whisper to the Barbie doll staring back at me. And that's exactly what it is. A show.


Okay so this is my go at my second FanFic so for those who kept up with my last story (if you haven't i would love it if you checked it out: Embers of Love) ya'll know I love comments and that hasn't changed. So I know this is only a prologue so i won't pressure for comments just yet, but in the later chaps I would love reviews, just warning ya'll ;) Well I hope ya like it so far. I thought it would be kinda cool to start out with Lissa's viewpoint since well nobody ever really cares about her. I suppose it's the whole rival between her and Max..which I'm guilty of not really liking her as a character too, but what do you think? Why do we hate Lissa so darn much? Comment your thoughts below since there isn't really much to comment on story wise, but if ya find something don't hold back! Thanks for reading~ LoneRose :)