I never thought I'd like high school.

When I first started going in my freshman year, I thought I was going to love it. Hell was I wrong.

People that you thought you were close to in all those grade school years either become materialistic bitches or dicks.

Seriously. You can't say that hasn't happened to you.

I tried not letting it bother me, but of course, rumors started to unfold.

The friends that I was close to decided to spread my secrets to the whole school about my life.

When I say that, I mean; talk about my family shit, style shit, and sex shit.

I'm not afraid to say I was a bit of a freak with the whole messing around during my summer going into high school; but that's what you get when you let friends talk you into going to Maui for a month.

After a couple of drinks, music to grind to, it gets intense.

I like laughing at the memory of it since I was technically in eighth grade, but unfortunately I had a killer hangover the next day.

Let alone I woke up in a room with a bunch of half naked bodies of both guys and girls around me.

Being scared shitless I run out, find my friends, and tell them what happen.

We have our giggles and laughs and "oh my god, tee hee, won't tell anyone" crap.

Bullshit.

First week in, I get uneasy stares from a bunch of people.

I find my group and ask what's up.

They tell me to fuck off because they don't want to be engaged with my likeness.

End of story, simple as that. I was known as an outsider during my whole 9th grade year.

Sucks right? Oh well. Shit happens, even if it's not fair. They decided to be popular for their high school career while they can talk about people like me and laugh their asses off.

I was determined that wasn't going to happen.

After school ended for the summer, I decided to change my whole look.

From being the "uncommon" average girl, I went on to be rebellious.

To be honest, the whole "rebellion" thing occurred when mother dearest, Christine, started to shine her body to LA's famous bachelors, while I hung in the shadows.

My dad on the other hand was a famous musician. He was always touring all over the world and hardly got to see his family.

As if we were a family anymore. My rents got a divorce two years after they actually got married.

Like I cared. That's when I really lost respect for adults. I hate how they want us to be respectful to them when it's a 99.9% chance they did the same shit as teens.

Anyways, in my sophomore year, I came back with drastic changes.

I let my brunette curls dangle long and loose, my skin was evenly tan; something I am grateful for from my rents, my height was acceptable, makeup was fixed better, and my body was sex.

No, really. My whole body was screaming "fuck this" when I walked through those doors.

I felt so good when I felt thousands of eyes lying onto me because of my toned figure.

Even my old "buddies" were glaring at me.

They didn't think I could pull something like this off. Ha, well they're wrong.

The whole charade was played on repeat till now, my senior year.

By then, I had received new friends. Don't worry; I can trust them unlike the Maui bitches.

Aiden, our high schools star quarter back and an ex of mine, hung with me. We dated in sophomore year but we just got to a point where we wanted to stay friends.

I don't mind. Someone messes with me, I talk to him about it, and he either or both comforts me and takes care of the shit. Unless it's a girl. That I can do on my own.

After him there's also Kyla, my best friend. She's amazing but such a drama queen. I love her to death but the poor girl whines. I guess that's what I get for sticking to her. It's okay though. I like it. We met during soccer conditioning in the spring of my sophomore year.

Hell yeah I play soccer. Varsity to be exact.

Then there's Chelsea, my party whore. Even though she's Ms. Ghetto Fabulous, she can throw the sickest parties.

Oh wait, there's also Dylan, my current bf, but god he is such a douche. I mean he's hot and everything but he can be so full of himself. Plus, he bitches about how he has to play linebacker while Aiden is quarterback.

Like I give a damn. He has to earn what he wants and go for it.

Anyways, the four of us, not including Dylan, chill everywhere.

So my story starts off the first day of senior year. New year which means new classes. If it weren't for me going to a music department in UCLA, which requires legit high school classes for two semesters, I'd be skipping.

Luckily Kyla helps me stay.

Since it was pretty warm in the LA air, I went with dark denim short shorts, white cami that rose up a little-just enough to get a peak of my stomach, and a black cardigan.

As I walk in, I get the usual stares and looks. It becomes cliché after awhile. I then walk over to a nice spot at table and sit down. I glance around at the freshmen, laughing in my mind thinking how it was back then.

"So Ash, what classes do you have?" Kyla comes right behind me with her schedule in one hand.

I stood up to take mine out and read it to her.

"Uhm, Chemistry, U.S. Gov, break, Adv. Music and Lit, and Documentary." I respond in a monotone voice.

She just nods right as the bell rings.

"Fuck." I mumble under my breath not wanting to go to any classes.

"You'll be fine Ash. You're a god damn senior so lighten up." Kyla advises me as she walks away.

"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." I then walk to Chemistry.

On my way there I pass by the senior locker bay where a couple of Field Hockey chicks hang with the time they still have.

Most of them were definitely not from King High, my school. How do I know? Well for one, some are wearing LACA attires.

LACA is Los Angeles Christian Academy, a preppy goody goody school that is on the outskirts of LA.

I couldn't see how it even deserves to part take "LA's" stature. Whatever. The guys there probably moved to get ass while the girls wanted to suck dick. Same shit all the time.

I just casually glance at them as I make my way down. A couple of the guys from there that hung with the hockey girls stare at me.

Ha like they're getting this. Oddly something does make look back. A tall, lean, blonde girl that stood next to one of the horn dogs catches my eye.

In my mind, I was actually thinking she was beyond beautiful. Her hair fell so graceful and her skin was smooth looking.

I shake my head in confusion. Why the hell was I thinking like that about her in the first place. It's LA, so obviously there's bound to have pretty girls.

I finally reach my class and take a seat. Pretty much this is how my day was going.

Chemistry-stupid, U.S. Gov.-fucking stupid, break-even more fucking stupid because the goddamn lunch lady wouldn't speak fluent English, and Music-shitty cause LACA dicks wouldn't stop trying to feel me up during a video on Mozart. Fucking asswholes.

Finally my documentary class was up and I could finally go home. As I walked in the class I saw all the seats were taken except in the back, next to the blonde girl from earlier.

During the walk to the seat, I glanced at her for a quick second. She caught my eyes and quickly turned her head to someone on her other side. It got to me that she had amazing blue eyes..

What. The. Fuck. Ashley.

Why the hell am I thinking like this lately. This is a chick. A human being with a vagina and a rack.

I glance over. She had a really nice ra-

Stop. Just stop.

Dammit. I think to myself rapidly.

Way to go Ashley fucking Davies.