A new story. Don't worry, I'll update others soon.

Disclaimer- I don't own HM.

Sometimes I wonder if I made the right choice. I ask myself- is this really what you want to be?

No, I didn't plan this. It just sorta.. happened.

I try to blame it on Miley. If she would have been there, at least tryed to be my best friend, I would be the same person I once was.

But deep down, I know who's fault it really is.

Oliver's.

Oliver was my best friend since pre-school. We knew everything about each other. To be honest, he knew myself better than I did.

But he liked those girls.

You know those types. The ones that wear the really short mini skirts, tight tube tops, and layers and layers of makeup?

Yeah. He loved those type of girls. Because they were easy. And they liked him.

He had become one of the school's hottest hunks. And me, being his tomboyish best friend.

I changed because of him.

Yes, I'm Lilly Truscott. But now...I'm one of those girls.

"Lilly! Earth to Lilly!" I quickly looked away from my locker, to see my best friend, Amber, giving me an odd look. We were standing by our lockers, in the middle of the crowded hallway of Seaview High School.

"Yea?"

"You've been spacing out for days. What's like, got your mind all.. you know." Amber opened the locker next to mine, checking her reflection in the mirror on the side door of her locker.

"Nothing. History exam. I'm totally freaking out." I lied, looking at my own reflection.

For a second, I could see the old Lilly. Long, straight blonde hair, a hat pulled on over it, and just a slight bit of makeup. But now, a monster looked back at me. And I knew it. Quickly, a brushed my long, blonde curls back behind my shoulder, fixing my polka-dotted headband.

"I know! And what about Ms. Kunkle? Such a witch!" Amber rambled on, buying everything I was saying.

"I know! Did you see those shoes she wore yesterday? Can you say 'Fashion Disaster' ?" I squealed, hoping that would distract her. She could talk for hours about one pair of bad shoes, ecspecially if they were a teachers.

While Amber continued to talk, not really caring if I was listening or not, I continued to stare at my reflection.

It was true. I was number one on the hottest girls list. Every guy wanted me. That's what I wanted.. right?

No, my mind argued. You wanted him. It was true. I couldn't argue. I had changed for him. But now, he loathed those girls. But when I walk by him, I can see his eyes follow me.

We don't speak. When I first started to hang out with these girls, he told me to change back. He liked the old me. I didn't want like. I wanted love. I wanted him to love me. Whether I was me or not.

But now I was in too far. This had become a lifestyle. Manicures, shopping, high heels.. all of it. I couldn't stop.

"If she would have at least worn some red pumps, the outfit would have looked at least a bit decent. Lilly? Are you listening?"

I nodded, slamming my locker shut. I could no longer look.

"Let's go." I swung my designer handbag over my shoulder, fixing the end of my skirt. Nodding, she began her way to History class, expecting me to be close behind.

Slowly, my eyes drifted across the hallway, where Oliver stood, shoving books into his own locker. He turned, locking eyes for a moment. Quickly, I looked away, hurrying into the classroom behind my new best friend.

I hope you guys liked it. It just kind of introducing the story. Don't worry. It'll get better. Read and review please.