A/N: Look who it is!
If you don't know who I am then hi! Please refrain from reading any of my other stories! I haven't posted on here in about two years and literally all of the stories I have posted on here are shit! But at the same time I don't really want to take them down, because I feel like they're a part of me, y'know? And they just show how much I've improved!
And if you do know me, welcome back! I don't you if you leave right now. I'm honestly surprised you even came this far. Though if you're still here I'd like to point out that most of the stuff I have posted on here I wrote when I was twelve. Some of the earliest chapter of Girl Who Cried Wolf I wrote when I was eleven. I'm fifteen now, so I've obviously improved some.

Anyways, now the the relevant part of this author's note. I know I'm not exactly known for updating regularly, but as of right now I already have five chapter written in advanced to give me some time to write the other chapters, just so I hopefully am able to update regularly. How often I update will depend on how many reviews this gets, but it will either be once a week or once every five days. I plan on having a steady schedule for updating, so it probably will be longer than two days, but who knows! I promise to have the next chapter up next week at the latest.

Now, this story is very closely based off of a story I had posted a year or two ago called A Forbidden Love, so if the first few chapters seem familiar that's because I'm for the most part just re-writing them. But I've read it over a few times, found some of the main plot flaws, and I am intending to fix it up as much as possible while trying to keep it along the same lines. I'm also taking in to consideration what the readers said they did and didn't like about the story in the reviews. So I think this is going to turn out pretty good!

*Ten years ago

It was my first day at a new school. My brother Dallas and I had just moved from New York to Tulsa, Oklahoma last week, so I hadn't really had enough time to make any friends yet. It was during our first recess that day that I learned Dally could make friends a lot faster than I could.

I had been following him around all recess so far. I noticed as soon as recess started that he was annoyed with me following him and his friends around, so I figured the only way he'd let me continue to hang around him and his friends would be if I were to stay quiet and for the most part just keep to myself. So that's exactly what I did.

It didn't seem to be enough though, I thought as Dally grew fed up. "Go away Candie!"

"C'mon Dally. She ain't even said anything all recess. She isn't bothing anyone." One of the boys said. I didn't know any of my their names. This particular boy looked to be around my age, possibly a year older than me, so he was definitely younger than Dallas.

"She's bothering me." he snapped, then glared at me. "I said go away!"

His friend shot me an apologetic glance before walking away with Dallas and the rest of the group. I sighed and hung my head. I headed towards the jungle jim where a bunch of kids my age were playing and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. If my own brother wouldn't put up with me, who would?

"What's wrong girl?"

I looked up and I saw that the voice came from a boy who appeared to be a few years older than me. Beside him stood a boy who was in my class. I was in a split grade one/grade two class, and from what I could recall he was in grade two. I looked over the two boys, wondering whether I should answer them or not. Before school today, my brother told me that I should be careful who I made friends with. More specifically, he told me not to be friends with anyone who looked like they came from a family that had a lot of money. I didn't understand why that mattered, but he simply said that I'd thank him one day. The boy who spoke had a ring on his finger that looked like it might have been made from gold. If that didn't count as a family with money, I didn't know what did.

Still, these boys didn't seem mean or scary. If anything, Dallas' friends seemed scary. The one boy looked like he might have been in grade five! And there had to be a reason why he didn't want me hanging out with those boys, and so I figured that since these boys looked nothing like the other boys, it stood to reason that I'd be in the clear.

"My brother is being a big poo-poo head." I sulked, pouting my lower lip.

The two boys looked at each other and seemed to comunicate something with out using words. "What's your name?"

"Winston- er, Candie. I'm Candie Winston." I corrected myself. Back in New York, Dallas always intoduced himself with his last name first, and it was a habit I started to pick up on. "What's yours?"

"I'm Bob, and this here beside me is Randy." He greeted. Randy nodded in acknowledgement. "Winston, huh? Would your brother happen to be Dallas Winston?"

I nodded. "Yeah."

Bob and Randy whispered to eachother for a minute or two before Randy ran off leaving me confused. "Dallas is in my class. He seems really grumpy." Bob commented, before changing the subject. "The teacher said something in class today about you and your brother moving here from New York. How do you like it here so far?"

I shrugged. "It's okay." I told him. "I liked my old school more, though. Everyone there was really nice."

"Everyone here is nice too, just a different kind of nice." Bob tried to explain. "I've noticed that everyone here is nice, just not to everyone,"

I frowned. "Why wouldn't you be nice to everyone? What if you hurt your friend's feelings?"

"It's not like that. I just mean, people here only seem to be nice to the people in there group of friends." He said it almost as if he were more thinking out loud than talking to me.

Randy came back and he and Bob started whispering again. I wondered why they whispered so much. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but all I could make out was bits and pieces of what they were saying. "We should-... But she's-... Seems nice-...Really?..." I ended up just zoning them out, because what I was hearing wasn't making any sense to me.

"Wanna be our friend, Candie?" Randy spoke up.

I didn't really know what to say. On one hand, they seemed like someone Dallas wouldn't approve of. On the other hand, Dallas hadn't let me hang out with him, so maybe he would just be glad that I'll be leaving him alone. Plus, Bob seemed to be nice, so I only assumed that Randy was too if they were friends. And Bob said that everyone was nice to the people in their group of friends, so that means he'd be nice to me. I wasn't in a position to turn down friends, but I didn't want Dallas to get mad at me. If push comes to shove, I could always lie though..

"Sure!" I replied happily. They both smiled at me and decided to show me around the school yard.

The rest of the day went by fast. Bob and Randy introduced me to all of their friends, which seemed to be about half of the kids from grade one to grade three. By the end of the day there was no longer a doubt in my mind that these were the kinds of kids that Dallas told me not to be friends with. I liked them, though. Even though Dallas wouldn't aprove, that was no reason I shouldn't be friends with them. I just wouldn't tell him. What Dallas doesn't know won't kill him.

When I saw Dallas after school he looked like he had been beat up. There was a bruise on the left side of his face, one forming on his shoulder, and he had a busted lip. "What happened Dallas?" I gasped.

Dallas rolled his eyes. "Shut it." He snapped.

I wanted to ask him what's wrong, but it didn't seem like a wise thing to do. Dallas was mad, and you better stay clear of him when he's mad. If you don't, then you're in a lot of trouble.

The rest of the walk home was silent. I didn't have anything to tell Dallas. Well, nothing I could tell him. Dallas was already mad, and I hated it when he was mad. Especially if it was at me. Even if I could tell him about all my new friends At least not while he was in this mood.

We got to our house in no time, seeing as we only lived a few blocks away. I was about to head inside when Dallas stopped me. "Hey Candie, did you make a friend named Paul? Grade five, looks like the kind of person I told you to stay away from?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I've never met anyone named Paul in my entire life. And I only really met people in grade three and under." I told Dallas, holding up three fingers. It wasn't a lie.

I wasn't sure what answer Dallas was looking for, but that didn't seem to be it. He pushed past me into the house and stormed into his room.

*Present day

That was exactly ten years ago.

It was the first day of grade eleven, and I was just getting out of bed. Well, struggling to find the energy to get out of bed. I continued lying in my bed just staring at my alarm clock for about five minutes before I finally got up and turned it off. I walked over the the radio I keep on my dresser and turned it on, cranking the volume as loud as it would go. Some Beatles song was on and I could hear Dallas groan in the room over. Chucking to myself, I grabbed a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt from my dresser and threw them on quickly. I looked in my mirror and realized that the shirt I was wearing must have been Dallas' old ones. Rolling my eyes, I changed it quickly to one of my own.

I left my room, and as I was passing Dallas' room I noticed he was leaning against the door frame, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Do you mind? Not all of us are planning on going to school today."

I yawned and shook my head. "Who said I was going to school?" I half mumbled. "Want me to make you some food?"

Dally rolled his eyes but didn't bother saying anything about my first comment. He sighed and followed me out to the kitchen. "Sure, I guess. Whatcha makin'?"

..VvVvVvVvV..

As soon as I got to school I regretted going in the first place. The halls were loud. I was tired. Life is short. These were just three of the many reasons my mind came up with as to why I shouldn't be here. Needless to say, it was a given that I'd be out of here as soon as my fist period was over. I internally groaned when I saw my first period. Geography.

That was almost enough for me to drop everything and leave. Except I always showed up to my first period class. The only teachers who really bother taking attendance are the first period teachers, so as long as you always show up to your first period class you'll get a perfect attendance. That wasn't really something I actually cared that much about, but there's so little work required to achieve it I figure I might as well.

I might change my mind, though, now that my first period was geography.

I got to class early, around ten minutes before the warning bell rang, but I was surprised to see that almost all the desks were already taken. I noticed a few empty spots still open closer to the back of the class and a few in the front, so I decided to take the closest desk to the back. On one hand, that's around where a lot of the socs sit. On the other hand, that's were I'd be the least likely to get caught sleeping in class. Which was exactly what I planned to do, right after attendance.

A few minutes later the last kid walked into our class. It was still before the warning bell, so he looked surprised by the fact that he was the last kid. I was too, to be honest. Last year half the kids in my classes showed up late.

The kid sat down beside me, seeing as it was the only desk left. He smiled politely at me, then began to take his stuff out of his bag. I'd seen the kid around, he was a greaser, like me. Actually, he was in my brother's gang. I couldn't remeber his name, though. It was a real weird name, too. I was surprised I couldn't remeber it. Pony-something. I think it was Ponykid. Or Ponylad. Maybe Ponyman.

I sat there trying to remember the kids name for the for about ten minutes, before finally class had started. I listened to the teacher take attendance until I heard the teacher call his name. "Ponyboy Curtis?"

I got lost in my thoughts, after that. Ponyboy? Who the hell names there kid that. I mean, I guess the guy wanted to be original, but I think he was trying to hard.

I had a steady train of thought up until I heard the teacher start to call my name.

"Candie Wi-"

"That's my name!" I cut her off. "Candie. My name is Candie."

The teacher glared at me, before continuing along the list. I shrugged it off, and but my bag on my desk to use as a pillow. Attendance had been taken. It was on the record that I wasn't absent, and that's all I came here for. So, without further ado, it was nap time.

..VvVvVvVvV..

"Hey greaser." I heard a vioce snarl. In all honesty, I was too tired to deal with anyone, so I kept my eyes closed and pretended to still be asleep. They didn't seem to take the hint, though, as they continued. "Class is over ya' lazy bum." When I still refused to open my eyes or even acknowledge that they were saying anything, they kicked my shin fairly hard. "I said get up!"

I winced slightly at the kick and swat my hand where I assumed they were, but only getting air. It was then I opened my eyes and saw it was Bob. "Fuck off soc. I'm tired."

I closed my eyes again, but I knew I Bob was rolling is eyes. "Jeez, didn't know you liked geography so much." he smirked.

"I'm up!" With that, I opened my eyes and shot up out of my seat. A faster than I should have, though, and I ended up tripping over my own feet. Luckily, Bob grabbed me by the arm and steadied me.

"Watch it, greaser," Bob whispered. "We're not supposed to be friends, remember?"

I looked back at Bob's friends. Most of them looked uncomfortable, others were glaring at the greasers. Randy, on the other hand, looked bored an annoyed. "'Ey Bob, why'd you catch her? Shoulda let the greaser fall." his voice matched his facial expression; bored and annoyed.

Bob turned to Randy, and his facial expression changed to match his friend's. "Well, it was my intention to push her down harder, but seeing as you just ruined it I can't now, can I?"

"You drama queens are causing a scene." I muttered, mainly to myself but I knew most of the kids in the class heard me. It was true, though. There were still a few greasers in the class, and they all looked ready to back me up if a fight broke out. One kid. who I knew by the name or Curly Shepard, already had his blade out and was trying out his most intimidating glare. It was a shame that kid thought he could be scary; didn't he know he only got his reputation from being Shepard's kid brother?

Randy looked up from Bob and I to take a look at the greasers, before rolling his eyes. "Whatever, we're leaving."

Randy and the other socs began filing out of class, but Bob stayed a few seconds longer, glancing between me and Curly. I gave him an impatient look. "You can let go of my arm now." I told him with a bitchy grin.

The greasers started chuckling, and I even heard a few of the socs snickered. Bob glared at me, his face turning slightly red, then turned to leave. Just before they left, Randy pulled a crumpled up piece of paper out of his pocket and threw it at my head. I just shook my head and picked up the piece of paper. "Real mature, Randy."

He just shrugged and left the class. After all the socs were gone I grabbed my bag and left, headed towards my locker. As soon as I opened it I shoved my bag in then smoothed out the piece of paper Randy threw at me. I assumed it was a note; this was how they passed them to me without it being obvious. It read:

'We're skipping. Meet us at "The Tree"
~Bob'

I grinned to myself. I was glad they wanted to skip too, or else I'd probably just sit around the house with Dallas, and that was never too much fun. But now that I didn't need to worry about being bored out of my mind, I just needed to worry about not getting caught.