This book has a few rules to it

If a person is mentioned once, they will be mentioned again

Most of the characters are 17, not 14

And last it does suck to be her

I glance to my left, he's sitting to my right. Slowly I turn my head, twisting to the right. He looks at me, quickly I glance down. He tells me to stop, but I don't. I keep looking.

I'm Kam, my friends call me Kammaroon. Why? I'm not quite sure. I'm 5 foot 5, brunette, and athletic. I gotta be honest with you; I'm in love with a guy who knows, all my friends know, and my secret got out. I try to forget what happened last summer, but I can't. I was drunk, but I should've stopped.

A few months earlier

My boyfriend –Zach- likes me, and thinks I'm pretty. THAT's it. I like Zach, I do, but I don't LIKE him. The truth is I got too deep into a "FAKE" relationship with him. My "friend" set us up, so I could get over my ex, Mark, who broke up with me to go out with the same friend. Confusing right? I did move on, but I like Austin. He's blond, not brunette like Zach, sweet not punk, hasn't dyed his hair bright green , and hasn't tried to grow a Mohawk. I plan on asking him out , I really do, I just haven't gotten around to it.

I walk up to Zach , who's listening to some band that thirty people have heard of about. "Hi," I say , no response. I push his arm.

"What the h*ll was that for?!" he yells at me slightly slurring. Why do you think I like him so much. SARCASTIC!

" I have to talk to you," I whisper.

"NO," he replies coldly.

So I spit it out. "I wanna break up…" but of course it comes out sounding like- Awinabrokoapie- he looks at me, confused. I say it again, slower, "I think we should break up, see different people." He hits me , hard.

"NO," it must be his favorite word today.

I've gotten used to Zach hitting me. Usually he hits me when he's either drunk, high, or just plain old angry at his 'PATHETIC' life, but this was harder, this time it hurt. "OWW!!!!," I glance at my arm, there's a welt forming just above my elbow.

He looks at me ,as if there is an answer written on my forehead, "Now go away."

" But I'm not feeling anything , I never did!" I squeal. I feel tears starting to burn in my eyes. Not now, not here, not in front of Zach so he can see how weak I really am. I turn around and run .

"Fine go ahead and leave! I'll see ya later," he slurs. Oh he's drunk, again. No surprise, he was drunk yesterday too, and the day before- getting over a hangover. The bell rings , thank god, and I sprint back to first period.