Cammies POV

My alarm started wailing at 5:45 am.

I didn't get up to turn it off for another five minutes. No one else would hear it, there was no one else in the house to hear it. And I had no desire to get up to start my first day of senior year. But I also had no choice. I dragged myself out of bed to begin my hellish day.

After my steamy hot shower, I stood in my closet wearing the fluffiest robe know to mankind. I skimmed through an overflowing section of shirts. It was probably going to be way too hot in Los Angeles again, so I chose a little white halter top. To match it I pulled out some ripped high waisted jeans from American Eagle.

I would probably get dress coded but who cares, right? That makes things a little more interesting.

I threw that, and some strappy sandals on the island in the middle of the closet. I had to start doing my hair.

Eventually, I finished curling my hair and put on my outfit. Time for makeup, which was really only fake lashes. I was blessed with nearly perfect skin. And a skincare routine so extensive that would make Macey Mchenry quake.

I added a Cartier bracelet to spice up my look. I grabbed a black bag (because black matches everything, duh), and flew out of my room and down the stairs to grab breakfast.

I was going to be late. But no calls of "have a good day honey" or "I love you" caught my attention. Only a note a note taped to the fridge. I walked over to it and read over the single line. I already knew what lie it would have on it.

There was a careless scrawl of handwriting-

I'll be home in two weeks, maybe three. Miss you so much! Mom

It fell to the floor and I rolled my eyes. She would never mean it, any of it. She was never home, and she hadn't missed me in four years. I grabbed the keys to my Mercedes and was on my way to the hell hole we call the Gallagher Academy.

As I pulled out of the driveway, I noticed the for sale sign had gone been taken down at the house next to mine. Great. Some rich, stuck up family would probably move in. They would probably have some bitchy and entitled teenage daughter. That's how everyone is in this neighborhood.

As I made my way to the gate to get out of here, I passed so many luxurious cars, and houses that tower over each other, much like my house. Every lawn was perfectly manicured. It was picture perfect.

Ok, so I might live like that too, but I swear I'm different. And probably much more damaged.

Me and my mom moved here from a small town in Virginia about 3 years ago. She was offered an amazing job opportunity, now she makes millions. I was sick of the small town life. It was almost suffocating. And it was so painful. But my mother couldn't care less about me or my feelings.

Every day I would walk into the kitchen, no longer lead to it by the smell of fresh waffles lingering throughout the house. I would no longer see him, standing there making the waffles. He would no longer dance just a little bit, just because he was happy about the morning. He was my father, who's dead now. He died 4 years ago, from reasons unknown. His line of work was extremely dangerous and highly classified. So even if I did know what he could have done at work, I wouldn't have been able to even guess how he passed away. But I want to know. For four years, I've felt like I deserved to know, I had no idea how my father died, and I don't even know for sure that he is dead. How do you think it feels to live with that knowledge in the back of your head 24/7?

For that year that we stayed in Virginia, it was absolute hell for me. But not for my mother. She started sleeping with any man she could wrap her little claws around. And it didn't matter if they were married or not.

It didn't stop when we moved here. Except that she is always away on some lavish business trip with whoever the ass was. She's the biggest slut in California.

I finally pulled up to the school and found a parking spot. I groaned as I grabbed my bag and mumbled "it's finally my senior year." The next thing I could do was put my guard up, get ready to fake a smile to a million people and walk toward the building.

As I stepped through the front doors, so many emotions from last year came flooding into my mind. But they were quickly rushed out by the tremendous amount of shouting flowing throughout the hallways.

There were plenty of people calling out "hi Cammie" and "how was summer" or "damn nice shorts" ( you can probably guess who those comments were from )

I continued to push my way through the ever-growing sea of students to get to my friend Bex.

We've been best friends since the ninth grade when I arrived at this awful place. She was the only one who really seemed to want to talk or get to know me. Probably because I used to be a loner who sat in the back of all her classes. I was going through some tough shit then. I still am today, but now I know how to hide my feelings better.

Eventually, I just kinda joined in on her friend group. We are all pretty close now.

As I got closer to everyone, I yelled out "HEY GUYS!" They all came running towards me and the guys immediately caught me in the tightest hug ever. The girls were close behind them, and soon, I felt dizzy, like I couldn't breathe and was ready to pass out.

"GUYS!" I yelled as loud as I possibly could at that moment. "Can't...breathe..."

They eventually released me and I took a deep breath of sweet, fresh air. I turned to see Bex, Macey, and Liz standing there with huge smiles on their faces.

"how are you, bitches?" I said with a big smile. We all laughed. Then Grant came up to me.

"Did you forget about us?" he said as he gestured to Nick and Jonas.

"Ahh, you know I could never, you're too big of an asshole."

He laughed. Over the years, Grant had become something like a brother to me, and we teased each other all the time.

Macey chimed in, "What's your guys' homeroom?"

Everyone started exchanging schedules. Only Bex and I had homeroom together. Then the first bell rang. Bex and Grant kissed each other goodbye. Oh yeah, they are totally a thing. Liz and Jonas hugged because they weren't big on PDA. they are together, its kind of a cute nerdy relationship. Macey and Nick were against the lockers, making out as if their lives depended on it. They were kind of together, the situation was awkward and complicated. I turned to Bex.

"Ready to go?"

"Ugh. we get to listen to a teacher go on and on about some shit for a whole hour."

We rolled our eyes and laughed as we walked across the school to our first class. Apparently, this was a new teacher, so I had no idea what to expect.

When we stepped inside, Joe Solomon announced that we had assigned seats and that we better not talk. What a buzzkill. I mean, we are seniors for hells sake. Who has assigned seats? I had an empty seat next to me, so I sat my purse in it and got ready for a long, boring lecture.

As we were walking out of class to get to our next class, I looked down the hall at the wrong moment. I was staring at the last person I ever wanted to see again. I stopped walking, and Bex ran into me. I kept my face as cold as stone as I walked past him.

"Nice ass," he said, loud enough for only me to hear.

"Oh I know, too bad you can't have it back."

I rolled my eyes as he shoved past me. I could see Bex start walking towards him, but I reached out and said "don't" because honestly, I didn't want to get in another fight on the first day. But, at the same time, who would they call for me if something did happen?

You might be wondering, who is Josh, and why did Bex want to kill him? Well, everything started a week into tenth grade.