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'Suze, I can't wear this!' My best friend, CeeCee cried. I rolled my eyes, and glared at her.

'Cee, your mom and dad are thousands of miles away. How are they going to find out what you're wearing to the Valentine's Ball?' We both go to the boarding school in Washington : Junipero Serra Mission School - God, my parents (Well, Mom and Andy, anyway) pay like, thousands of dollars to get me into this school and they can't even think of a better name.
CeeCee pulled me from my thoughts. 'But, Suze. It just feels so disrespectful to my parents, I'm totally ignoring their wishes.' I swear, if Cee weren't my friend, I would have killed her by now. 'Cee, shut up. They're never going to find out, unless you tell them. And besides, don't you want Adam to notice you?' Adam was this guy in Cee's Maths class, who she had this massive crush on. And I mean massive. Whereas, I had already bagged the hottest guy in school, the QB: Paul Slater. What can I say, I'm a fast worker. 'Of course, I want Adam to notice me. Okay, I'll wear it!' She smoothed down the hot pink and silver D&G minidress that I had loaned her.

'What are you wearing?' CeeCee asked me. I walked into my closet, and tried on the emerald dress which I knew complimented my eyes to perfection. 'Wow, Suze. Now, that's hot!'
'I know.' I shrugged.

'Hey, babe.' Paul greeted me with a kiss. He tasted of beer.

'Have you been drinking, already?' It was only 11.00am, and he was already slightly tipsy.

'No. Well, I just had one drink.' I glared at him. 'Okay, okay. I had like, two. So, sue me!' God, he needed to get over himself.

'Whatever.' I leaned over and kissed him deeply, just as Kelly Prescott walked past. I wasn't using Paul to make Kelly, Queen Bimbo jealous. I actually did like him, and was way stoked when he asked me out. But, whilst he may be very hot, he has no personality. At all.

Someone cleared their throat beside us, and interrupted our make-out session. 'Hi, Paul.' Kelly fluttered her fake eyelashes. 'Oh, and Suze.'

'Sup.' Paul replied. I just looked at her. Talk about trashy : Obviously dyed blonde hair, with extensions. A face caked with makeup. Not to mention her hooker clothes.

'So, did you guys hear about that new Italian guy? He's moving over here from Spain.' Kelly said, directing her speech at Paul.

'Erm…Kelly? Don't you mean he's Italian from Italy? Or Spanish from Spain?' Talk about dumb.

'Oh yeah, I never noticed that.' Paul spoke up from beside me. Again, how dumb.

I wonder what this Spanish/Italian guy's like?