I need a title, babies!
Should I name this 'Swerve' or leave it as 'Predilection'?
What do you guys think?
A/N: This is my first fanfic.
I won't be updating very often, because of university priorities.
I am open to constructive criticism and welcome it with open arms.
If anyone does decide to review, please be critical with me, I need to know how to improve. I know my paragraphs are a bit off, and I'm working on fixing those.
Also, I'm from the UK, so if you don't understand something, feel free to ask!
Anyway, this isn't really all that good...
Enjoy?
Prologue
This was great! Right? I mean, it's everything I've ever wanted, and more. I should be pleased. It's my dream come true. I always told my sister, and whoever would listen, that I'd move if this were to happen. Right? Well, obviously this was before my life twisted around, quite unexpectedly.
My name is Kayla Marran. Weird name, I know. Ever since I was a child, I was the odd one out; always picked last for games, never invited to any parties, laughed at behind my back. I knew this, I mean; it was almost a normal part of my life. Like, if I didn't have it there, something wouldn't feel right. It hurt, but I didn't dwell on the feeling for too long and it went away. However, when I turned 10 things went a bit wrong. Being picked last made me feel uncomfortable. I didn't like that no one cared. I didn't like being picked on, or talked about behind my back. It started to hurt a bit more. So when the new girl joined my class at school, I was able to show authority. I could be in control. That was until I made her cry… She was new, she broke something, I had a go at her, she cried. She was weird anyways, but my teacher found out and I was told off. I think, ever since then, things went downhill.
I've always had this confidence. If someone asked me to go ask a stranger something, I'd go do it – yes I know, don't talk to strangers children, but it was only in certain situations. I didn't care what people thought of me, I could speak up in class, and was pretty loud when I wanted to be. But after that incident, everything went downhill. It was like I was cursed.
Secondary school, age 11, I finally had a best friend. I mean, I've always had friends, but never a best friend. My best friend, Yuri Fukazawa. She was great. She wasn't very confident with strangers, but when she didn't like someone, boy did she show it! We fell out once, and it was horrible. Luckily it only lasted the weekend. She was my best friend. She's Japanese and she left in Year 8 to go back to Japan. I didn't quite know what to do. So I started hanging with group of people I knew from lessons. One of them was a right cow. She was pathetic to be honest. She'd do all these little things, like offering everybody but me a sweet, just to make me feel uncomfortable. She's never liked me, and I've never liked her. On the day we had to collect our GCSE results, I said hi to her and told her that her new haircut looked really nice. What did she do? Completely ignore me in front of my friends. She is the ultimate bitch.
After that, I started hanging round with this group of people, who I didn't really know. I remember my first day sitting with them in the cafeteria. It was so awkward. Never again, I thought. So the next day I resorted to eating in a cubicle in the toilet. That was the first time I had to do that. Luckily, by Year 9 I'd made some new friends. I made this other girl cry, but I wasn't being nasty or cruel. Instead, I gave her some advice and she called herself a fat pig then cried. I had no idea what to do, so I just sat there. Fortunately the end of lunch bell went and I was free!
By Year 10, I had these new friends. Proper bitches; and I ended up hanging with them a bit too long. At first I thought I'd finally found a great group of friends. But there was this one girl, let's call her 'Mary', who started hanging around with us and she ruined everything; the two-faced cow. I ended up with the lowest self-esteem possible. From this confident 5-year old who could talk to strangers, to the girl who couldn't even put her hand up in class. I was at the lowest point in my life. I was depressed and contemplated ending my life. These 3 girls had done this to me. They would act as though I was invisible. I'd try to talk to them, and it was literally as if I wasn't there. So I just left them, not like they noticed. That was the second time I ate lunch in a toilet cubicle. As soon as I stopped hanging out with them, everything was fine. It was as if nothing had happened. They were talking to me again. I was perplexed. How could one person do that, let alone three? I didn't understand it, but I didn't question it. To me, they were still bitches.
Anyway, this girl, Tina Nehru, was so nice to me. She found me crying in the school toilets and let me hang around with her and her friends. She was in loads of my lessons, so for me it was pretty good. But then Tina started to annoy me. She'd always use my phone to call boys, who didn't even like her, and cancel plans we'd made at the very last minute. All the other girls hated her, but dealt with her, whereas I couldn't understand why they did. I got closer to this girl, Nadia Sharif, and she told me about how annoying Tina was. By Prom, everyone hated her. She'd ruined the limo plans meaning I had to sort out a last minute thing and she was kicked out of going with us. She ended up turning up at prom in a little ford fiesta encore her dad drove. She cried because of it. So you could say I made her cry. I felt bad about that. How could I treat someone the same way I had been treated? I tried to apologize, multiple times, but she didn't want to know. I tried via text, email, and even in person – but she would just run away from me. I saw her a few weeks ago and she smiled at me. Hopefully that's a good sign.
There was this side of me which I'd never seen before. This controlling, almost dominating, side which could be said to have been evil. I ignored it, but by this time I was 16 and I started to notice a lot more. For example, I told my Mum that I had a feeling that my cousins from London were going to visit. She was all like 'No, of course not! They wouldn't drive all this way for no reason without calling. Don't be silly Kayla.' The next thing we know, they were here and ended up staying for the entire weekend. This kept happening, and I was the only one who noticed. Whenever I would talk about someone, they'd suddenly walk past. Whenever I'd say it would rain, it would rain. I know this all sounds minor, but it kept happening, even the littlest things. It was as though I could predict the future. Sounds impossible, I know, however loads of good things started to happen. I could actually choreograph dance routines to songs, whereas before all I could do was copy or learn someone else's. I lost weight and went from a UK size 12 to an 8, and on my good days, I'd fit into a 6. I actually toned up and had abs. I once had a dream about being fit and jogging every morning and after college, and it actually happened! I think I must have finally given in to my subconscious and made something of myself.
I got a job at a gym and taught dance, mainly to children aged 4+. That's where I met B. Bella Rosita Miriam Giordano, don't tell her I told you her full name, she'll kill me. As soon as I walked into the room, she came rushing over to speak to me. I was like 'Woah! Do I know you?' Turns out we were a lot more similar than I first thought… She told me about a studio at the gym, which was kinda weird, but it was so they could play music while people swam. That's where I met Shane. Shane Matthew Anderson, the sexiest homosexual to walk this planet. They boosted my confidence, just being around them made me feel better. They're my best friends. Now, I never in my life thought I would say that again, so it's kinda a big thing.
My life was perfect. However, this 'gym-Shane-B-jogging' thing was my alternate life. At college I was completely different. At college, my 'best friend' was Nina. Nina Gill was a bit of a slag. With her dyed maroon hair and her signature black shorts, she was just like any other British-Asian girl. All she talked about were boys. They were her life, yet she'd only ever had one boyfriend and only kissed him three times. Then again, she did let him feel her up at the back of the cinema – the sluzza. She was nice, and always made sure I was alright, as I had hardly any friends in college 'cause of how little confidence I had. When I was with other people, mainly her, I was a lot more confident than when I was on my own. I liked how I could talk to people and actually be myself – well, to some extent, myself.
All this confidence was great, and even though it was only a little, I liked it. Nadia seemed to notice the difference in me, and we went from being close friends to just 'friends'. She got closer to Serina. Serina Verma was the girl who made out she was all that, when in reality everyone found her annoying. She had this squeaky, high-pitched laugh and a huge soft spot for sweets. Now, when she was about 15, she landed herself in hospital for smoking too much weed (marijuana), Sheesha (Hookah), and cigarettes; completely damaged her lungs. Doctors predicted she was going to die, but she proved them wrong and now she has to take pills every other hour for her collapsed lung – she called Ibuprofen 'pink smarties' as she frequently consumed them for her headaches – make monthly visits to the hospital, and sleep with an oxygen concentrator to ensure she's breathing properly. Serina was pretty, but due to the high intake of sweets she regularly devoured, she was on the larger end of the scale, wearing a UK size 16-18. She had amazing cheek bones which you could see when she smiled or glared at you, so if she lost weight and wasn't such a two-faced cow, she'd actually be alright – in both looks and personality.
Serina spread rumours about me to her so-called friends and told Nadia lies about me which led to us talking less. Naïve as Nadia was, she believed Serina and even listened when it came to making her over. She stopped wearing glasses and wore contacts instead, she started paying more attention to her hair, she finally bought a new pair of jeans instead of wearing the same old black ones every day, and she wore more makeup. All of this, and how loud she could be, attracted boys – a lot of boys. Nadia is nice. She's the type of person who will talk to anyone, so when it comes to boys, she talks to them like she would girls. She borrows their clothes, tells them personal things, helps them with their 'problems', hugs them like they've come back from war every time she sees them, and can't go anywhere without one. Every single time you see her, she has a minimum of three boys surrounding her, escorting her to lessons, or just 'going for a work'. The girl is unbelievable! Trying to get her to sit down and stay still for 10 minutes is near to impossible.
Anyways, what I'm trying to say is, in college I'm a completely different person. I was 'friends' with a two-faced cow with nice cheek bones, an unintentional flirt who wore the same jeans everyday, a slag who got felt up in the cinema as well as in college by the lockers – oh yeah, how nasty – and everyone else I was supposedly friends with were two-faced, untrustworthy users. I hated college. So when I had the opportunity to change everything, I took it without looking back.
