This story is set in mini-chapters. I hope you likey!

Fear

You're sitting against a large tree. The grass under you is wet. The edge of one of your math book is protruding out of the side of your bag and is sticking uncomfortably into your stomach. A girl is talking and shaking her head at pictures of possible outfits for the school dance so fast her Tiffany earrings look like yo-yos.

But you don't care. You've seen him.

He's the one who makes your heart beat. The one whose face wakes you up in the morning better than an alarm clock as it shows clearly in your head.

You melt.

He's gorgeous, he's single, he all you ever wanted. And, oh God, he's smiling at you right now! A genuine, clear smile…

"Kuh-risten!" The sharp voice pierces the air. You turn your head to face her. Kuh-risten? When did that come along? The girl starts talking, in an annoyed voice that makes her sound more nasal than ever. You glare. She is the one keeping you from chasing him.

Keeping you in fear.

Attempts

You try to fight it. Every night, it's the usual, Why can I breakaway? What's keeping me away from him, and with her? Why? And then two faces swim in your head. Two girls, smiling goofily up at you, frozen as if she were a photograph in your mind. They are your best friends. You need them.

Than why isn't it Dylan and Claire keeping me back? Why is it…her? Because she is the one who will tear you apart. She is the one who can take the mathematic equation of you life and subtract it until its reached zero. She's the one who would take them away. So the attempts always failed.

Who said you chose who ruled your life?

Choice

You smile. You step into the car with an old Puma gym bag that's defiantly seem better days. She turns her eyes on you, running them up and down.

"9 .3," is all she says before turning back to her latest magazine. You smile politely, even though she can't see. You walk slowly to the back of the car where Dylan and Claire are discussing the best sour flavors.

"So Kristin," they say together, and giggle. They both lower their voices to a whisper. Claire continues.

"We know who likes you!"

"But you have to be careful," Dylan adds, her voice low enough that Massie and Alicia, sitting in the row of seats in front of them, won't hear, "They would get mad."

"Are you mad at them or something?" you ask, silently hoping and praying for a 'yes,' that someone will be on your side.

"Well, they've been so snobby, so exclusively…them, just the two of them," Dylan said, and Claire nodded, as if they had been talking about this before. "But, moving on, guess! C'mon try!" And as the conversation continues, you smile, all the way to your ears, using dimples you never knew you had.

You made your descion.

Overcome

You're in Starbucks. You're laughing harder than you've ever laughed in your life.

You see Massie and Alicia, sitting at a table behind Dylan and Claire's head. They're glaring back.

But you don't care.

You've done it. You've overcome. You've turned you're life around. Now they've lost everything they took for granted. Their friends, their crushes, their A-list status. And you plan on using it well.

Because as you look around the only booth in the Starbucks where you and your friends now sit, you see Cam helping Claire mop up her spill Café Latte, you see Derrick tickling Dylan jokingly, and you see your hand, holding the hand of the boy of your dreams. You smile at him.

"This," Josh says, "Is all I ever wanted."

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