Chapter 1

First day of senior year is today. Usually I'm excited on the first day of school after some sort of big break, but today I'm not. All summer I was able to keep a low profile from my classmates at school. I went to the beach occasionally, but I spent most of my time reading, or preparing essays for my college applications. I came up with reasons not to go to out in public too much, I couldn't risk running into someone I know and have them humiliate me any further. Everyone at school sees me as Duncan's psycho ex-girlfriend, but no one, including Duncan, will say that he was in the wrong by cheating on me, with one of my only friends too. Maybe I can spend most of the school year staying out of sight by hiding in the library.

I neatly pulled the blanket off my body moments before my cell phone's morning alarm went off. I like to think of it has a challenge to wake up before it actually sounds off. My feet make contact with the cool hard wood floor as I joyfully begin my day even with the inevitable humiliation looming over my head. Before getting dressed I pull the blanket back over my mattress and tuck the edges under. Slobs go nowhere in life.

I pulled a pretty button up white blouse out of my closet to wear. This would look good with a khaki skirt. I think to myself as my hands automatically pull one out too. My favorite sandals slip easily onto my feet, and my favorite black hair band slides into place behind my ears. It fits the curvature of my skull perfectly. If I'm going to be ridiculed I might as well look good.

"I'm going to school, Mom! Don't wait up!" I call to my mother even though I know she won't respond. At this time of the day mom is listening to her iPod play opera music as she tends to her Bonsai garden. It's a random hobby for her to have picked up, but it's whatever.

My Father bought me a brand new car to drive to school this year. A maroon colored Subaru Forester. I love my car. When you look at it, it says, "My owner is a winner!" which I am. If I'm lucky no one will recognize me in it while I drive to school. Last year I drove an old Ford Taurus. That car was uglier than sin itself.

The drive to school was short because the roads were surprisingly empty, but the school parking lot was already full of new and old students chatting near their cars or walking into the school building. I found an empty spot near the back of the parking lot to park my car.

"Let's go, Courtney. Remember, you were a CIT." I said to myself as I exited my car.

I threw my satchel over my shoulder and quickly crossed the parking lot while trying to avoid eye contact with anyone.

"Hey Courtney!" called an all too familiar voice from behind me. I already knew who it was before I spun around to face her.

"What do you want, Gwen?" I hiss at the zitty faced goth. After a moment of awkward silence made even more awkward by her weird smile, she finally spoke.

"I was just going to ask how your summer went? None of us have seen you since last school year."

"Oh please Gwen, stop trying to be my friend. You're nothing but trouble. Why don't you go make out with my ex, you boyfriend stealing jerk!"

Gwen looked down at the ground without saying another word. It's about time she stopped messing with me like that. I silently spun back around and walked towards the school. I didn't even want to look at her face anymore. What does Duncan even see in her?! I was his only hope of ever living a normal life. I could have made him perfect. My thoughts were cut short by my toe kicking the curb. In an instant I was sprawled out on my face across the school's front sidewalk without even knowing what happened.

"Mother fu-"

"Maybe you should pay attention to where you're going next time." Said a nasally voice as it stepped over me and continued into the main school building. I looked up quick enough to see a boy with a head full of orange hair disappear into the front entrance of the school.

"That asshole didn't even help me up!" I say out loud as I pick myself up off the ground and dust off my white shirt.

"Why would anyone help you up?" spat a girl as she walked past me.

"Crazy Courtney! Crazy Courtney!" yelled a younger looking student, most likely a freshman, from across the lawn. Great. Even the freshmen think I'm a loser.

Many students were already entering the new school building even though my watch read that we still had thirty-three seconds until the bell rang. I made my way inside without coming into physical contact with any other person. If everyone else is going to be early, I have to be earlier.

The front hall smelled the same as it always did, dried dead sunflowers with a hint of cinnamon. Framed photos of past graduated classes hung on the faded auburn walls. Each class's students were arranged in order. Valedictorian first, Salutatorian second, Senior Class President third, Vice President fourth, and then everyone fell in alphabetical order afterwards. My plan was to be Valedictorian and Class President. I may not be the most popular student here, but I sure as Hell can be the most successful.

I didn't stop by the front desk to pick up my class schedule because I enrolled in my classes earlier this summer. I don't trust the school councilor to enroll me in what I need for college, so I show up to do it myself. My first class was Biology III this morning. Most students stop at Biology II because only three science classes are required to graduate, so they can take Physical Science, Bio I, and Bio II to be done with science, but I never stop at satisfactory. My plan at the moment is to become a lawyer, but who knows, I could change my mind and become a doctor if I wanted to.

I opened the ugly classroom door, which was covered in cheesy science motivational posters, to reveal an equally ugly and cheesy classroom. The walls were the same color as dried mustard, but were also covered with strange science posters that exclaimed why learning was . Spachzk was still typing on his computer. He looked up at me, nodded with a smile, then went back to typing. Without saying a word I crossed to the other side of the room and chose my seat for the semester, the middle desk in the front row. That's where future lawyers and doctors sit.

Other students slowly started to file in. I decided to just open my book and read. It would keep me from making unnecessary eye contact with students entering the room. I counted feet as they walked by so I would know how many people were in my class.

"One…two…three four… five… six seven… eight…" I quietly counted to myself.

"Are you Mr. Spachzk?" asked a familiar nasally voice. I finally looked up from my book to see who this person was.

"Yes, but it's pronounced Spa-Check." Stated Mr. Spachzk in a condescending tone.

"Well uh… I'm a new student and I wasn't sure-"

"You're in the right room." Reassured Mr. Spachzk. Have a seat anywhere. It was in that moment that I realized all the other students filled the back of the room, while I was left with two entire rows of desks to myself.

"Be careful, that one bites." Joked Mr. Spachzk as he pointed to me. All of the students behind me laugh. He's completely oblivious to the fact that all these other students are jealous of me, causing them to hate me.

"Crazy Courtney!"

"Shut up before I come back there and rip your larynx out of your throat!" I yelled to the back of the room. "If you're going to insult me at least put some effort into it."

"I think I'll be fine." Said the nasally red head with a smile to the teacher as he dropped his bag on the desk next to me. I looked at him in shock.

"Alright students, let me finish my class roster and then we'll get started." Said Mr. Spachzk.

As soon as the final word escaped his lips the back of the room erupted into childish gossip and laughter. Everyone seemed happy to be back in school with their friends. I simply dropped my face back into my book. I can make friends later when I've established myself in my future career.

"Hi. I'm Scott." Said the red head next to me. I spat out a "hi" without even looking up. "That's all?" questioned the red head.

"You're the asshole who mocked me instead of helping me up this morning." The words tasted like pure sugar escaping my lips. I could practically hear his freckled face tense up into a smile.

"I can already tell we're going to be great friends." Said Scott with a sneer.

Please someone kill me…

Soooo... It's been a while since I've done any fan fiction writing. How was it? Let me know what you're thinking in the reviews! :)