Gwen's ::P:::O:::V::

"Ahhhh". I screamed. You are probably wondering why I screamed. Well there's a simple explanation for that. I was peacefully sleeping when someone's –cough Courtney cough- alarm clock woke me up.

I should probably explain this from the beginning. My name is Gwendolyn Meyers, Gwen for short. I have black hair with teal highlights and pale skin. I'm a really closed up person, meaning I keep things to myself most of the time or I write them in my journal/diary.

I have 2 best friends. Bridgette McCarthy and LeShawna Cantwell. We are one weird bunch. Bridgette has blonde hair, light blue eyes and has earned the nickname 'Surfer Chick' due to the fact that she surfs. LeShawna has brown hair with dark brown eyes –that could easily be mistaken for black-, she's also a little big if you know what I mean and she has earned the nickname 'Sister with the 'Tude' due to the fact that's she's a black girl with an attitude. And me? Well I'm classified as 'The Weird Goth Girl' thanks to Heather or 'The Loner' once again thank you Heather.

I met LeShawna on my Freshman Year when I stood up to Heather who was trying to get in front of me in the line for food. She high-fived me and told me that I would surely become one of her closest friends because and I quote: "Whoever is an enemy to Heather, is a friend of mine" and we just instantly clicked. We met Bridgette in Sophomore Year when we found her crying in the toilets. We asked her why she was crying even though we had an idea of who made her cry.

You see Heather has a history of bullying and she bullies whoever she wants without worrying about the consequences due to the fact that her daddy owns a big company and can literally buy you. Bridgette told us that Heather made fun of her because she's a Surfer. We didn't really understand why Bridgette would cry over something like that. She then continued explaining us that her Grandma always told her stories about how she wanted to become a Surfer and because of the fact that Bridgette's Grandma died it was a touchy subject. I comforted her and tried to calm her down, while LeShawna on the other hand was fuming and was going on and on about how she was going to kill Heather. Bridgette finally calmed down –being the peace maker she is- she shook her head telling LeShawna that there was no need to kill Heather. From that day on we became best friends.

We are currently in a boarding school in Northern Ontario, Canada. When we came back for our Senior Year we realized that we no longer shared the same dorm. It was just me and Bridgette. LeShawna was in another dorm with Katie and Sadie. Katie and Sadie are practically the same person even though they're really friendly they can be very annoying.

In our dorm there's me, Bridgette and-

"Sorry girls but better early than late." Courtney said already walking towards the bathroom. Courtney is the student body president and to put it simple she's 'Miss Goody-Goody' or 'Miss Uptight' or my all time favorite 'Miss Pole up Her Butt'.

She has hazel/brown hair, almost black eyes and has earned the nickname 'The Type A'. She's friendly but she's a little very competitive. She's also quite bossy and pushy but overall she's alright. The thing I hate most about her would probably be the fact that she wakes us up at 6:30 in the morning even though classes don't even start until 8 o'clock.

"But why always this early?" I whined putting emphasis on 'this'.

"You know how long it takes Bridgette to get ready. Besides you know how much I hate it when I'm late." Truth be told she's right. Bridgette takes forever to get ready, but I don't understand why she has to wake me up too. Ok that sounded kind of mean but I'm just grumpy.

"Can you at least put it on 7 o'clock?"

"Sure." She answered casually.

"Wait really?"

"Of course not." She scoffed as if it was the stupidest thing I ever said. I probably should of saw that coming; Courtney always sticks to what she thinks. Someone could consider her bigheaded if -and that's a big if- she wasn't always right which, she always was. I sighed getting up making my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Closing the door behind me, I splashed some water on my face so I could fully wake up. Putting some toothpaste on my toothbrush I started brushing my teeth. Once I was done I opened the door to see Courtney whacking Bridgette with a pillow trying to wake her up I assume. That's another thing about Courtney; she can get really violent if she wants to. I raised my eyebrow at the scene but shrugged it off and made my way to my closet pulling out some skinny black jeans with a white Nirvana shoulder off top. Slipping my clothes on and pulling on my black boots, I walked towards the kitchen to make breakfast.

You see we have this sort of a schedule to know who's cooking each day –Courtney's idea- and that person has to cook breakfast and dinner, since we eat lunch in the cafeteria. And today happens to be my day. I decided on something easy which considered of some toast with scrambled eggs and some bacon. Putting the pan on the oven to warm up I set the table. Humming "Come Little Children" a lullaby my mom used to sing to me since I was young, I put the bacon checking every now and then and switching it sides so it won't burn. I know that lullaby isn't really a very nice song to sing to child at such a young age but I always had a thing for anything creepy or scary. It was just in my DNA, so it soothed me and helped me sleep especially after nightmares.

"Gwen what's that smell? Is something burning?" So caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice that the bacon had already burned and that there was even smoke coming out of it until Courtney pointed it out. Quickly scurrying to shut off the oven I threw away the now burned bacon and placed the pan in the sink. So much for bacon.

"Guys let's go to the cafeteria. I'm buying."

"What did you burn this time?" Yep you heard her right. This wasn't something unusual. Me and food just don't get along when it comes down to cooking.

"The bacon." I answered hoping she didn't hear me but of course Courtney heard me. Damn I'm in no mood for her 10 minute lecture about paying more attention.

"Gwen you should pay more attention. This is the fourth time something like this has happened these last 3 weeks. Why can't you just-"After that I just zoned her out. I've heard this lecture already no need to repeat it. Honestly sometimes I just feel as if I'm living with Bridgette and my mother. Don't get me wrong Courtney is great and all but sometimes she's just unbearable. "-and that's why you should pay more attention." Damn I was thinking that long?

"Ok ok let's just go." Bridgette spoke for the first time this morning. She's always a bit grumpy in the morning so it was no surprise. I took my phone, some money and my bag and headed out the door with Bridgette and Courtney trailing behind me. Checking my phone I noticed that it was already 7:30. Wow.

"So…" Bridgette trailed off. She was never the one that could take silence, she hated it. I don't know why but in the morning it's always a bit awkward 'cause we have nothing to talk about besides Courtney that is.

"I heard that there's a new transfer student coming today." Bridgette spoke breaking the silence once again. We had just arrived in the cafeteria and we were already looking for something to eat. I looked at Bridgette and noticed her tense up. She must've understood what she just said.

"I mean I don't know. It could be just a rumor. It was probably just something someone made up." I looked over at Courtney seeing her with a grin from ear to ear. Here we go again. Every time there's a new student coming she tries to hook up with them.

I think it started when her ex-boyfriend and my ex-best friend took her virginity and the next day moving away. I won't tell you the whole story because it's not mine to tell. Ever since that day she's been trying to find 'The One' or someone who she could at least morph into being 'The One'. Her old boyfriend was kind of a jerk who always picked on the nerds but he had a sweet side that he would always show to only Courtney and me. He was a punk so I don't really understand how they even got together since they were polar opposites. So she says that if she can morph someone into being the perfect boyfriend for her she can finally move on from Him –who should remain nameless because he's not important-.

She's still hung up on him even though he broke her heart and she thought if she could find someone better then she can forget about him. It's quite sad actually because it hasn't worked. Either they break up with her because they can't stand her or she either breaks up with them because she can't get them to change. We tried telling her to stop because if she keeps this up she will never find a permanent boyfriend. She even has a list of things she wants the boyfriend to have. But she always refused and told us that she had a feeling that she was getting closer to finding 'The One'.

Sighing I covered my ears to block the millions of questions Courtney was asking/yelling at Bridgette. Where's he from? What's his name? Is he good looking? Is he my type? How old is he? Those were just a few of the questions she asked.

I decided on a bagel and some coffee while Bridgette decided on a salad with some orange juice and Courtney just drank a tea. Paying for those I quickly checked my phone again, my eyes widening. It was 7:50 which means that we had only 10 more minutes. I wolfed down my breakfast Courtney and Bridgette looking at me as if I was insane but I shut them up by showing them the time. Once we were done we started running towards our classrooms.

It was now 7:55 and Courtney and Bridgette were already in their classrooms due to the fact that their classes are closer to the cafeteria than mine. Mine was all the way across the hall. I checked the time once again taking my eyes of the hallway noticing that it was 7:58.

Before I had time to look up again I bumped into a hard wall and fell down my stuff falling out of my bag in the process. I cursed under my breath and started picking up my stuff. I was just about to grab my last book when a hand grabbed it right before me our hands slightly brushing creating one of those super cliché moments. I looked up and the first thing I noticed was teal eyes.

Damn now those are some beautiful eyes.

"You know it's rude to stare. You might get lost in them if you stare too long." A deep voice chuckled. I scoffed pulling myself off the ground. So he was one of those guys.

"What's wrong? Did I leave you speechless Sweetheart?"

"You wish." I scoffed again and continued walking only this time I wasn't walking alone.

"Do you mind?"

"No I don't mind. You can continue to walk beside me." The nerve this guy had. Frustrated I furrowed my eyebrows. Can this guy get any more annoying?

"Silent treatment huh? As if no one tried that before." He said sarcastically and from the corner of my eye I caught him rolling his eyes and crossed his arms. I snickered satisfied with myself for making him annoyed. Now he knows how it feels. He suddenly stopped uncrossed his hands and pushed me to the wall his two hands at each side of my face towering above me. I gasped and looked into his teal eyes noticing them darkening slightly.

"What's so funny?" He practically growled in my ear. With no expression on my face I answered him.

"Could you get off? I'm late to class." A shocked expression covered his face for a split second until it disappeared and a smug look settled itself upon his face and he backed off.

"You're alright Sweetheart. So do you mind showing me around?" He asked oh so casually as if he hadn't done anything wrong.

"Sure why not? I'm already late in class so I might as well ditch to avoid even more trouble. I'm in no mood for math."

"Yea because ditching definitely doesn't get you into trouble." He sarcastically answered adding a slight snicker at the end. I chuckled a little and started walking again with him trailing behind me.

"So what's your name Sunshine?"

"What's with you and nicknames?"

"Well if I knew your name I wouldn't have that problem now would I?"

"Well then you can keep calling me whatever it is that you want because I'm not telling you my name."

"I guess I'll just keep calling you Sunshine. And what will you call me? I mean you don't know my name either." Smart thinking.

"Hmm I don't know. Have you ever been to Juvenile Hall?" The words left my mouth before I could take them back. That was way too personal. "You don't have to answer that. I mean no offence you just seem like the type of guy to be a delinquent. I really didn't mean to offend you in any sort of way. I'm really sorry-let's just forget about this and keep going." And there goes my ramble or how Heather likes to call it 'word vomit'. When I'm nervous I ramble a lot.

I speed-walked away from him catching a glimpse of him tensing up when I walked away. God sometimes I just wonder how I can be so stupid. Even though he seemed like a delinquent that was no excuse for me to judge him like that. He had several piercings, a dog collar around his neck and a green Mohawk. He wore blue worn out jeans, a black shirt with some sort of a skeleton on and red converse. This guy practically screamed Punk but just because he's a Punk doesn't mean that he's a Delinquent.

Since when did I start to judge someone based off looks? Since when did I become like Heather? A hand grabbed my wrist making me stop abruptly. I followed the hand to the shoulder to the neck and then to the face. Gulp.

"Yea." Huh? A confused expression settled itself on my face, furrowing my eyebrows to figure out what he meant. Probably noticing my confused expression he continued. "Y-Yea I've been to Juvenile Hall." He stuttered. My eyes widened a bit but quickly went back to their normal size.

"Really?"

"Yep. You probably don't want to hang out with me anymore right? I mean Juvenile Hall screams trouble." He let go of my wrist and started walking away. What just happened?

"Wait" I yelled after him trying to catch up. "What are you talking about?"

"Aren't you afraid? You don't know why I went to Juvie so you have no idea of knowing that what I did was something really bad." He's got a point…

"Why would I be afraid of you?"

"Don't I look scary?"

"Just because you look scary doesn't mean that you are. Looks can be deceiving. I'm pretty sure you're just a big softie on the inside." I teased him snickering at the end.

"I am not soft." He scoffed.

"I bet even your name say softie." This time I just burst out laughing, putting my hand on the wall to steady myself so I won't fall over. I looked up seeing his face scrunched up with anger, his eyebrows furrowed annoyance dancing in his eyes. That just made me laugh even more and now I was on the floor laughing my ass off. His face suddenly lit up as if an idea came into his brain. I could just imagine a light bulb above his head lighting up.

"Well I bet your name sounds girly." My laughing frenzy abruptly stopped and I glared at him. My name does not-I repeat- does not sound girly.

"Gwen's not a girly name." I stated as a-matter-of-fact. I stood up crossing my arms narrowing my eyes at him. His face had a smug expression and a smirk danced on his lips, his teal eyes filled with amusement.

"So Gwen's your name huh?" The smirk never leaving his face. A dumbfounded expression filled my face. He tricked me to tell him my name. Why you little.

"Ok since you know my name you should tell me yours too." I'm just tired calling him 'He' all the time. He took a step towards me and naturally I took a step back. This continued until my back bumped into the lockers and he –once again- towered over, his hands on both sides of my face. He leaned closer and whispered.

"Why don't you figure it out?" And before I could comprehend what happened he was already walking away.

What the hell just happened?