New story! It's better than my old story Teal Mystery, which is to be deleted. Thanks to those of you who read it and reviewed it! I love you all, so much. Even if you flame me, I appreciate you for reading. I hope you all enjoy!

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Saturday, February 6th, 2010

I sighed and slid to the floor. This was getting me nowhere. Dating just wasn't my thing. But I knew it had to be in my blood. Just look at my Mom, Anna Carter.

She's been married 4 times and on Valentine's Day, she's getting married to her fifth. But despite marrying only four times, she's had hundreds of boyfriends, starting from the seventh grade.

Maybe it was because she still looked young. She was slim, always wore pink skirts and matching tops. Heels and all, the type of stuff I hate. My Mom was in her early-thirties, having had me when she was only 16. Which is my age now.

She always smiles and turns to me. "It's gonna be your year, babe." I hated when she said that, especially when she said it in front of my boyfriend, now ex, Jake.

I've only had three boyfriends in my life, not counting the time I said I was dating Aaron Cruz in kindergarten. In all honesty, it was just pointless, me dating. I always get cheated on, always with people who I thought were my friends.

Getting up from the floor and looking out the door's peephole, I saw Jake standing in the driveway, on the phone. Probably talking to my ex-best friend, Lindsay Garcia. She was clueless, but she knew that Jake was my boyfriend, and she had made out with him in front of me.

I growled and threw open the door. "GET OUT OF MY NEIGHBORHOOD, DICKWAD!"

Jake looked up, shocked before running off. He'd seen me fight a guy before, in this case Rudy Allenger, and knew I could mess him up. I smirked as he fleed and closed the door again.

My phone rang, The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus's You Better Pray filling the house. I dug through my purse that sat on the kitchen counter and found my phone.

"It's Gwen. What the hell do you want?" I asked, sitting on one of my Mom's black stools.

"Hey Gwen! It's me, Erik, I just called to check up on your Mom. She isn't answering her phone and I wanted to know if she already bought her and her bridesmaid's dresses." Erik was my Mom's fiance and currently the only one I got along with.

"She did. Blue for them, white for her." I said, flatly.

"Cool. How 'bout you?"

"What about me?"

"You were gonna be the music, remember? What are we going to see your band in?"

"Oh, yeah. We're all gonna be in different colors but I'm gonna wear purple or something like that."

"What do you mean, 'something like that.' Didn't you get your dress?" Erik laughed, confused.

"I did, I just didn't check it. It's in my Mom's room."

"Alright, that's cool. Just tell your Mom to call me later. See you later, Gwen."

"Whatever." I hung up.

Getting up and walking upstairs, I dialed Bridgette's number. She was the best, the type of person that would never betray you.

"Hey, it's Bridge!" She answered in her usual, perky tone.

I rolled my eyes, knowing that she was probably smiling, sitting in her big, neat room with the beach and the water being her wallpaper.

"Hey. I broke up with Jake, thinking we should go hang out at Al's." I told her.

"Oh, that's too bad. I liked Jake. Who'd he cheat with?"

"Lindsay Garcia."

"No way! I thought she was your friend!" Bridgette gasped.

"I thought so, too. So you on for Al's or what?" I asked through gritted teeth.

"Totally. I'll call Court, you call Shawny." She replied, hanging up.

I sighed and texted her instead.

Hey, we're goin' to Al's wanna come with?

A minute later, she replied.

Sure thing, baby girl. Did something' happen?

Yeah, broke up with Jake. Give you the deets later.

Alright.

I dropped my phone on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, not knowing what to do. There were so many things on my mind right now, but it felt as if seeing Lindsay and Jake kissing explained it all.

My brain hurt, my heart ached, and worse, my Mom had just walked into the room, dressed in a red party dress and black heels.

"Gwen, honey, I'm going to a party with Erik. Your brother's staying over at Davie's, are you okay being alone here?"

I shrugged. "I can manage."

"'Kay. I'll call you later. Love ya!" She kissed my cheek and walked out, her curly hair flying behind her.

~~Later~~

"No way!"

"Girl's gonna pay," Leshawna said, narrowing her eyes.

The four of us sat at a booth in Al's Diner, the usual Saturday night hang-out place.

"Seriously, Shawn, it's cool." I said, dipping my fry into my milkshake.

"You sure?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. I nodded. Leshawna calmed down a bit and took a bite of her cheeseburger.

Courtney, who sat across from me, sighed.

"I still can't believe Lindsay. I mean, it's like a rule! You do not go out with your friend's boy." She said, throwing her hands up.

"Hey, the girl's a ditz. She knew I was dating him but she probably thought he was someone else." I shrugged.

Bridgette put down her veggie burger and frowned.

"Oh c'mon. She's smarter than we give her credit for."

"So that's means I can beat her up for kissing someone that she knew was mine?" I asked, crossing my arms and smirking.

"No! Yes! I don't know! I guess I'm just saying, she's not totally stupid, but she was just confused."

"Still not giving her another chance." I said, flatly.

"Fine."

We all sat in silence for a moment, eating our food but suddenly, a group of four guys walked through the door, laughing.

I stared at one guy with shaggy black hair before turning to the others.

Bridgette was watching a blond, stunned.

Leshawna was silent looking at a burly Jamaican, smiling.

And Courtney.. Well, she was either smiling or glaring at a punk.

They stopped laughing and looked in our direction.