A/N: So, in case you weren't aware, this is formatted on a true story, with a lot of adjustments to make it into a story. I hope you enjoy it. I haven't a clue where to go with it, but I like when a story writes itself, so that is what I am hoping for. This isn't quite based off anything other than that friend of a friend but it works. I don't know the result, but I figured since I don't want this too close to reality(simply to protect my friends), it would be good for me to make it up myself.

Prologue

I was strongly aware of the fact that life would never be the same for me. No one ever expected my life to turn out like this, to be running from those who admired me. But I was not one to be admired. If anything, they should be gossiping about me right now. Some were, but, shouldn't that be what I wanted? My own mother and brother were even disapproving of me. Dad hasn't cared from the moment I was born. I was only that one thing would want me, and that was the gorgeous baby I held in my arms. But did I want my baby back?

Chapter 1

It's a wonder I don't go crazy. Living in this big city it's hard to not attack attention. Especially when you're me. 'Rockwell Gets the Crowd on their Feet' or even 'Aria, 15, makes it to National Cheer Squad'. It could have been any other person in this huge city, but no one would ignore the 'glamour' of Aria Rockwell, co-captain of the Vipers Cheerleading Team. Mind you it was only sophomore year; she would be captain for the next two years. The gorgeous blonde with deep, piercing, blue eyes. Yup, that would be me. Sometimes I wondered if it was a curse or a blessing. I was after all the most popular girl at the Valley High School in the colorful Valley View, California, only minutes from Hollywood. Second only to Sheila Nighting, senior body president and the head cheerleader. She ruled the school, and no one ever went against her opinion. Not even our boyfriends, who were ranked directly below us. She was my best friend, my sister, but also my worst enemy. The problems she got me in should have ended our friendship. Instead, I stayed by her side, afraid that she would ruin my reputation and I would never get the chance to be head of the team. Everyone looked at her like a god, and if she took me down, I would turn to a nobody. Just another one of her accessories to be discarded of.

She was planning on taking me down to go get our homecoming dresses today. While she had a license, I was just getting my permit. So she was my mode of transportation. My brother would usually take me everywhere. Jake was the best. Always on the lookout for me. After all, I was his only little sibling. Sheila had a thing for him when he went to VHS, but he wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole, and always wondered why I didn't do the same. Instead, being the rebellious little sister I was, I naturally drifted to her, and after making the squad freshman year, we had an instant connection only cheer sisters could have.

So, like I said, we are going down to get dresses. This weekend is one of the most exciting times of the year, homecoming. I was planning on wearing something that flattered my muscular stomache and perky boobs. Black with red. Something sparkly. Something to go with my ruby red high heels. Like Dorothy's slippers in the 'Wizard of Oz', but instead 5 inch stilettos. I was a little short, couldn't keep me from my high heels and wedges. The way my legs look with them just drives the boys wild, much to Jake and Cole, my wonderful boyfriend, and their lovely rant of how I didn't need them to look beautiful. Instead I went with it. I had talked Cole into getting a black tux. With red roses as the corsage and such. I couldn't have asked for a better and more understanding guy. Well maybe my brother, but that would be odd.

I glanced at the clock, I had been day dreaming for 30 minutes; Sheila would be here any minute. I grabbed my purse and walked out of my room and down the winding staircase. My mom and Jake were sitting on the two couches, watching who-knows-what on the TV.

"I'm leaving soon," I called as I continued walking to the kitchen. I came back out to my mother's deep brown eyes and tan skin.

"Be careful please, and aren't those shoes your wearing the ones I got you for New Years?" I glanced down. Sure enough, I had slipped on my designer black wedges. They went well with my dark blue skinnies and pink baby doll shirt.

"Yup, don't they look great," I did a little turn to show off and then stopped cocking my leg, flipping my curled hair putting my hand on my hip, my purse hanging off the other side.

Mom shook her head and looked away but Jake continued to look me over. He had turned into the overprotective brother 15 years ago. The week after I was born. He was only 4, but was my "dad" as soon as I can remember.

"Can't you cover up a little? Everyone is going to think my little sister is a hooker."

"Oh please Jake, like I would take the gig. Oh, Sheila just pulled in!" I nearly screeched when the little Porsche pulled into the drive. She honked once and I knew it was my cue, I ran over and hugged mom, and got a snort from Jake as I gave him his own hug. I grabbed my phone and credit card off the counter, scurrying out the door. Tim was in the front seat, which meant I had the back. Although he and Sheila had been dating for a while, they treated each other horribly. Literally. They got into a fight every day, and once a week, she would slap him and storm out. If Cole and I ever got that way, I would end it if he hadn't already. That's the difference between Sheila's relationship and my own. I have better morals. I hopped into the back still smiling, they hadn't ruined my day yet, but I was sure within the next ten minutes, my good mood would disappear.

Sure enough, right after Sheila said good morning, Tim took the first punch, "So Aria, what got you all smiles, did Cole spend the night without mommies permission?"

I immediately replied with, "Oh Timmy Tim Tim, don't you wish he did? That way you could tease me about it? Too bad he didn't!" I said with a small chuckle in my voice. I knew he couldn't resist the fact that he had a chance to bring up my 'physical interactions' with Cole. I often wondered why he ever even cared. Like he was ever going to get me. He grimaced though when Sheila told him to shut it before she whipped the smile off his face.

"So, where we going first?"

"Joanna's Boutique, she has the best formal dresses I have ever seen. Hope you brought your credit card with you though, she thinks that she should only sell to millionaires." That thought had Sheila smiling. Her dad was the CEO of a big operation. He made about a million a month, compared to my mom's twenty thousand a month, she had the upper hand on everything. If a dress cost a few thousand, she would have the cash for it right on hand. Their house was like a gold mine. As a matter a fact, I am sure their house was built on a gold mine. The drive was short, I lived in a neighborhood only a few minutes from Rodeo Drive, which meant Joanna saw us often. Sheila parked the car alongside the road as Tim popped a few coins into the parking meter. Here goes nothing.

A/N: Love it? Hate it? R&R please! Any suggestions or things I can fix. Someplace better to upload this since I haven't a clue where XD Thanks for reading!

-RC