Every story has a happy ending.

Every girl in a fictional, romance novel is a damzel in distress in the first part, then over the next eighty pages, we watch the girl transform into a strong, independent woman who pulls her life together. With the help of a Prince Charming, of course. Every bad things falls into all the right places, and the ending is written with such fluff that most people forget to gag.

But I never did.

Though, I read these books all the time, watched the movies with eager eyes I knew that life never exactly happens that way. A happy ending, to me, is always the opening door to a new hoorible beginning. There was always something familier about every story I have read, and it was that they all had some kind of connection and similarities to Cinderella. Is it possible to hate fictional characters? I sure hope so, because I get mad and feel a cold rush of envy swarm over me with every magical ending.

The ending where Prince Charming sweeps the damzel off her feet and they stride off into the sunset. As much as I hate watching and reading, I continue to do so anyways. Because of the captivating but unoriginal plot lines - I always liked to pretend I was in their shoes. Like I only had a short wait until my Prince found me and took me away from the Hell. Once the credits would scroll on the black screen, playing a love song in slow rhythm, reality smacks me hard in the forehead. It would never happen. No use getting my hopes up.

All girls have the same thoughts and wishes as me. At least in one point in their lives. Do we not all remember when we were little girls, and we use to play dress up in the mirror?

Mom's high heeled shoes would turn into our glass slippers, Grandma's silk nightgown would be our beautiful gown, and we would use our fake make-up we had gotten for Christmas to prep our faces like we were porcelin dolls. We would spin, twirl, and smile into the mirror and simply imagine what our wedding day would be like. We would imagine out Prince Charming on his white horse holding his hand out to us, offering to take us away to a magical, and loving new eternity.

We would accept, jump onto the horse and hang on for deal life to Prince Charming. Somewhere, there would be an applause. People would envy us, and wish they had found the love like the one we had. We would move out of our shabby houses, not even bothering to pack because Prince Charming lived in a castle and would replace everything before even arriving at the castle gates. As if knowing they were going to find us, we already had clothes, and furniture awaiting us.

The wedding would be blissful. There would be everyone we knew, and everyone they knew sitting in rows crying for two reasons. One, because they were happy for us. Two, because they found themselves in a jealous position and were wishing that they could be standing infront of Prince Charming.

But this was 2008, and everything was so much different. There weren't castles with a room beckoning for a grungy girl such as myself. No, everything was so much different in the Millenium.

Prince Charming was captain and quarter back of the High School football team. He has so many friends, that his small get togethers required a few extra additions onto the house. He drove a little red convertable, and did not ride a white horse. He had the perfect image; Clean cut, buff, straight pearly teeth, tall and dark, and had loyal subjects falling at his feet. Including the majority of the middle school. Sometimes I could hear girls standing outside, gossiping about how they had brushed up against his Royal Highness. The group of girls would scream and grow giddy with every word that came out of the story teller's eyes.

She would make a simple, two second brush against his arm sound like a fairytale. She knew what he was wearing, what he smelled like, and told the girls that he had a small hole on his right sleeve. I couldn't help but laugh at them. Sure, I would like nothing more than to experience a shot with Orange Star High School's very own modern day Prince Charming. But what are those chances? The middle school gossip squad had a better shot than I did.

I looked up from my classwork when the bell rang, and realized that I had been lost in my own train of thought for some time now. In fact, I had not even written my name on my paper yet. And it was due in exactly negative two seconds. Great. Another bad report for my parents to hear. Dad always blamed himself, saying that if he didn't leave my mom then none of this would have happened. My grades wouldn't have went from straight A's, to downright F's. What was once a four point zero grade point average, is now barely even an exsistant point two.

I couldn't say that I disagreed with my dad. I coudn't stand Emma. She was an babbling idiot in my eyes. I hated her.

"Pan, did you finish you assignment?"

I looked up from my desk and shook my head at my teacher, "No, Mr. Yokoshi, I haven't." I stood up and grabbed my bookbag, slung it over my right shoulder and made way for the exit. But, of course, here came the lecture that would put me in the hot spot for next period. This man always made me late for my next class, and my English teacher was all but friendly.

"Ms. Son," he began. "I took a look at your records and previous grades. What happened? From the looks of it, you were once so head-strong and full minded about your schoolwork."

I simply shrugged and opened the door, "I don't know." I was now waiting for the ten million questions that was sure to follow.

"Well, I've arranged you a tutor," he said as he began collecting the rest of the papers from the empty desks. "I had a talk with your father, and he has agreed to it. Every day, starting today, you will stay after school for an extra hour."

I stared at him, my mouth agape at this news he just threw on me like a thick blanket, "Excuse me? I don't need a tutor."

"I'm aware of that, but I figured that maybe it was time you had a little extra help," he smiled and leaned on his desk. "You'll like him. He's very bright and talented. Someone like him could really help you out in the long run, Pan."

"I don't need help, Sir," I scorned him. "I'll be fine."

"So you don't want to graduate?" he asked.

What? Did he just insult me?

"I honestly can't say that I care," I retorted.

He sighed and looked at his watch, "You are to meet him in this classroom, right after school today. You're excused, Ms. Son."

I didn't bother rushing down the hallway, I already knew that I was getting a scolding. I could be ten seconds late and still have to cover my ears from her insane screaming. Crazy woman. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who was running a bit late. Prince Charming was standing up against his locker, talking to one of the Queen Bees of OSHS.

They went perfectly together, even though I wasn't quite sure if they were even dating. His perfect, athletes body, wonderfully groomed and handsome matched with her small body. Her hair was the typical blonde, and she had amazing blue eyes that was only a shade darker than his. I don't know when she had desided that her pigtails didn't work well in high school, but now her hair was in one messy bun tumbling from the hair tie from the top of her head.

Now, that was a fairytale.

My last period of the day was by far the one I hated the most. I had class with the Queen Bee, and her friends. I had to overhear them talk about how perfect their lives were. The only complaint they ever had, was when they couldn't figure out what to wear for their night out. They argued over what club they should hit next, even though I was sure neither of them were legal. But, hey, they never stopped them from smoking outside of the gym.

"You two are going to end up getting together," one of them said to Queen Bee. "It's only a matter of time."

Gag.

"Chels, we're just friends," Queen Bee blew a big pink bubble from her lips, and drew it back in.

"You know that's a load, Marron!" Chelsea laughed, nudging Marron's shoulder.

Yes, Marron Chestnut went from the Noseless Loser in grade school to being the most sought after girl in High School. I couldn't help but feel jealous. I was just as friendless as she was in those days, but I definantly didn't develope the way she had. Her body was toned like that of a College Tennis Player, and her assests were nothing to be ashamed of. Me, I had barely gone up a cup size sinse the seventh grade. I was still far behind in the "B Cup" catagory. Anything under a "C" just wouldn't cut it around here.

"So where is he anyways?" the other girl asked.

"He's in some advanced algebra class," Marron played with her pen and began doodling something onto her blank paper. "You know how smart he is. Such a nerd sometimes."

"But a cute one," Chelsea laughed. That laugh drove me insane. If she went camping and laughed, she could pass as a hyena and scare everyone off the campground. "Right, Siya?"

Siya, the quieter one of the group nodded, "You should give it a shot, Marron. He is adorable, and I can tell that he likes you."

For being the Queen Bee and being used to every walking man having some kind of fantasy about her, Marron was sure shocked by Siya's opinion, "Do you really think so?" Her eyes were big with curiosity.

"You two are inseperable," Chelsea smiled brightly. "He adores you."

Marron took this second to be thoughtful. I didn't believe someone like her actually had thoughts, so she must be a good actress.

"Well, he did ask me to go to a movie tonight," Marron blushed. "I guess I should accept."

Maybe the dorkiness of Marrno's younger years hadn't wore off completely. And she was still a little shy when it came to boys. But by the rumors that were spread through the entire school, being shy with a man was not one of Marron's talents. Everyone has the list of all the men Marron has been with. I didn't buy it, of course. Everyone is somehow in my spot, and was at least a little jealous over Marron's supreme powers over the school. I just wondered how someone of her status had such a bad reputation.

"Trunks really is the charming one, isn't he?" Siya sighed dreamily.

Hopeless Idiot.

Their conversation went on for the next hour, which seemed like hours on end to me, and I was partially thankful it was over. I would much rather have to hear their voices than to be with some tutor. What did I look like? A retard?

Just as I was exiting the class, Marron and her loyal subjects ran past me and dove into the sea of students who swarmed the hallways. I had to follow in the same direction in order to get back to my third period class room. I couldn't help but feel a little curious as to who my tutor was. But I was still annoyed.

"Hey, Pan!"

I turned my head and smiled at my best friend, the one person who made my home trouble disappear, "Hey, Bra."

"So, what are you doing after school tomorrow?" she asked, her eyes glistening with hope, and some kind of news that I had obviously needed to know. "Please tell me you're free."

Okay, I bit the line, "I'm free. Why?"

"This new club just opened up in the West City," she began. "It's called the Inferno. And only a few people were selected to go. It isn't the grand opening, but they invite VIPs before they open officially. And I got an invite."

"Well, for one, I'm only sixteen," I walked slowly, in order to avoid my tutoring session. "Two, it was you that got the invite, not me."

"Yes, but there is no age limitations tonight," Bra put her arm around my shoulder. "And one invite is good for that person and one guest."

"Sure, I'll go," I answered. "Just let me talk to my dad."

"Alright, well I have to go before my ride leaves me," she kissed me on the cheek and waved as she sprinted down the hallway. Well, at least now I had something to look foward to.

Bra and I had been best friends for years. It's been so long, I honestly don't remember how we met. All I remember is that she was the first one who learned to ride a two wheeler bike first. That was my earliest memory of us, ranging back to when we were five. Bra Briefs was also one of the Queen Bees here at OSHS. Her and Marron were on good terms, but were secretly and silently fighting for higher status. Marron, being blond, and fitting the description of a dumb broad was the easy access Queen Bee. Sure, boys wanted to get with her but I'm sure none had actually wanted to be with her. Big difference. And she wasn't friendly in the least.

Bra on the other hand had a heart of gold, and was far more beautiful than Marron. And I know I'm not the only one who thinks this. Marron, to me, was artificial. Highlights, fake nails, fake toenails, she drew on her eyebrows, and changed personality with every year. Bra only wore make-up on rare occasion and had natural beauty. She has been the same sweet, but tempermental girl I've known since before I could remember. Fact: Bra Briefs is a virgin. Rumor: She wasn't. But no rumor had ever gotten to her or brought her down. And thats why I hold so much respect for her.

I sighed when I came face to face with the door of my third period classroom. The halls were almost empty, excluding the goths who sat against the wall, not talking at all and just staring at the floor. I took in a deep breath, and opened the door. Who I saw sitting in my teacher's chair was a complete shock.

"Hi, Pan," he stood up and began arranging some books. "I'm going to be your tutor."

Shock was still clearly smacked along my face. There stood the last person I expected to educate me on anything other than sports and women. But his face stayed the same as I was hoping he would laugh and tell me he was just kidding. He gestured his hand for me to sit down, "We only have one hour to get a whole weeks worth of lessons crammed into your head."

I gulped the lump that was rising in my throat. There was Prince Charming, books in hand and smile on his face. Was he serious? Trunks Briefs was going to tutor me?

"You're kidding, right?" I asked. Oops.

He raised and eyebrow, "What do you mean?"

"You're my tutor?"

"Yes, Pan," he balled his eyebrows and crossed his arms, "Why does this come as such a shock to you?"

"Because," I thought of my only excuse, but wished I had thought about my words before speaking. "You're not smart."

I could tell he was pissed off, "What? Why would you say that?"

"You're on the football team, you're obnoxious, and you have a small vocabulary; How can you teach me anything?"

"How do you think I manage to stay on the team?" he asked angrily. I winced at his tone. No way was my best friend's brother getting attitude with me. "They don't allow idiots to play for this school, you know."

I bit my tongue and took a seat where he had gestured, "Whatever. Let's just get this over with. I have other things to do."

He rolled his eyes and dropped some books infront of me, "Alright, we're going to start with basic math."

In spite of his anger and jock/jerk status, I couldn't help but find him to be handsome.

So, that was the first chapter of a story I wrote last year. It's actually complete, and I'll be posting each chapter one week or so from each other.

Hope you enjoyed.

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Btw...

YES, I am going to bash Marron in this fic simply because of all the angry reviews I get. The Marron fans who speak rough english like to read my fics and judge me personally. So, here you go, ass holes.

Lady Loser.