Life As No One Knew It

Copyright WillowSuzzaGleeee

Summary: What if the girls had never became mermaids? Where would they be and how would their lives turn out? Would they ever know the destined fate that they were supposed to be living?

A/N: This takes place in the middle of what would be Season 2. But the girls never became mermaids so they don't know each other or are specifically friends for that reason. Things are very different, and I get a thrill out of waiting for your shocked faces. Nothing's better than a review.

Cleo's POV

"Why didn't you call me?" I shrieked into the phone and giggled. "Miriam, I have been waiting all freaking day so that you could tell me how your vacation was, and you have the nerve to tell me that you have no idea what I'm talking about!"

Miriam Kent is my best friend. It hadn't used to be like this; she had been the popular girl and I was the sad lonely nobody. But over this year we had bonded extremely well. She had kicked Tiffany out of her place, and now I was one of the popular girls. But it didn't help that Miriam felt she still needed to hide things from me.

"Cleo, sweetie, I've told you; meeting my new Step-Mummy hasn't really been such a wonderful vacation. She can't actually think she can bribe me into liking her with some stupid fake invitation to a night in…what do they call it… Paradise!" Miriam argued, sighed, and giggled.

"The worst part is I have to act like I like her pathetic fucking daughter, all just so Daddy can marry another fake-ass money loader. They're thinking of buying a house together."

"On the Gold Coast right?" I asked worried my best friend could be just thinking of how she would have to replace me.

"Yes, Cleo, of course." She answered, and sighed. "So, what has Zane been up to?"

I rolled my eyes. All she would ever do was ask if I thought Zane noticed her obsession of pink, and just perfect blonde hair anymore. Zane had been her ex-boyfriend; in her mind of course. But I don't truly think he saw her as anything except a carry-along, that he occasionally maked out with.

"I dunno, Miriam." I sighed, and stared at the familiar faces drinking, talking, and laughing all around the Juicenet. Zane wasn't among them.

Not that I could blame her. He was obviously smoking hot, and even more a very rich smoking hottie, but that didn't change the fact that he was a huge cynical backstabbing jerk. I grumbled.

One very hot backstabbing jerk I think I had had a make-out session with.

I shuddered in guilt as I heard Miriam go on about her plans for our Spring Break.

It had just been one party. One mistake. One that I would never go back to again.

But still, on the night of releasing us to Spring Break; Emma had planned a Masquerade party. One that could have been the worst night of my life.

The guy was staring at me. He looked pretty cute, I had supposed. I heard screaming as Emma freaked out at someone who had apparently in her words "ruined everything". I rolled my eyes. This had been why Emma and I had never became best friends. She stressed and overanalyzed everything. Nowadays, my goal was to appear cool and un-chaotic. Something Emma wasn't capable of.

I looked back at the dark-haired guy in his devil's glory of a mask. He wore a dark tuxedo sophisticated in all white and black. He still had that mischievous smile. I smiled back at him, then took another sip of the punch that had filled my cocktail glass.

My phone had buzzed in that same annoying noise Miriam had programmed in, so I quickly flipped it, not wanting to embarrass myself.

"Cleo! What's on, hunnie? I'm sure your so lonely without me there, but I assure you I'm having a time that is almost as horrible as your's. Well, anyways, got to run. XO."

I rolled my eyes, then stopped in fear of them sticking there. At least I looked hot; even if on the inside I was lamer than a twelve year old still playing with barbies.

I was attired in a tight black dress sealing my frame, chest, and legs all buckled within the dress. I wore dark polka dot see-through leggings and high heels that were killing my toes. My hair was super-straightened and down, with my beautiful mask basking in it's catty ways.

He kept playing with something upon the counter; rolling it back and forth. This made me nervous, and somehow made me desperately want to talk to him, and perhaps even touch him. A lot.

Right when I was going to say Hi to him, a girl with long locks of blond curls came within the middle of us. She didn't look at either of us. She wore a short purple and somewhat splattered looking mini-dress. She just sat there staring off into space.

A wave of jealousy hit me when I saw the boy whisper something into her ear. Why did she get to have him whisper to her? But suddenly her head whipped to him; scowled, and then at me. She appeared hurt for a moment, the mumbled at me.

"All that fucking prick can think about is getting into girl's pants." She shook her head, and stuck her middle finger out at him. He just sat there; unaffected, and smiled even more at me.

I should have been angry, even disgusted, a guy was thinking about using me for sex; but all I felt was flattery. I giggled at him.

"You pissed her of pretty well." He shrugged.

"She's just a jealous heartbroken ex." He mumbled.

Maybe I should have recognized his voice. Now, thinking about it; I had no idea who and when Zane had apparently gotten with the blond curls girl. I had only knew he had broken Miriam's heart for no eternal reason.

"Oh." I had suppressed.

"Do you get heartbroken easy?" He asked me. That same wriggling smirk on his face.

I didn't know what to say. Did I? I thought about the time I had broken poor Lewis McCartney's heart when he practically begged me to come to a dance with him; in front of Miriam and our clique. I had, under the peer pressure of my friends; just laughed at him and told him "In his dreams", and called him pathetic and stupid. After that; I no longer had my best guy friend Lewis looking out for me.

"Nope. I've never been heartbroken in my life." I answer honestly. But in honesty, I had never had a boyfriend. And in honesty, all my life I had felt like a loser on the outside looking in.

"What about you?" I giggled and asked. I felt flirty and full of energy for some reason.

He didn't answer. Took a moment to stare off in space then looked back at me.

"Do you want to do something with me?" He asked. "Some things very, very…naughty, perhaps?" A trill of lust fulfilled me for a moment; then intoxicating fear filling up with anxiety.

"Perhaps." I smiled for a moment, as he led me up to Emma's brother, Elliot's room.

The moments after that are a blur. But there is one thing for certain I know. Him and I. Zane and Cleo. Cleo and Zane. We were kissing recklessly. I felt his hands grip my legs, slowly creeping up; when I knew for certain this was wrong.

So I pulled his devil mash directly up. And I stared into the eyes of Zane Bennett's.

"Hey, Cleo. Do you want something?" I shuddered out of my nightmare and looked at the smiling blond in front of me. Emma.

"Hey, Em. Um…" I look around the Juice Bar for a moment, making sure no one could read my thoughts. "I'll have a Pineapple Smoothie, please." I fake-smile at her. She nods.

"So I heard about what happened at my party." Emma said when she came back holding the clear glass.

"What?" I stuttered. She smiled in apology.

"Someone spiked the drinks, right? And I saw you practically dissolving the punch, I wanted to make sure you were okay." She smiled innocently.

I gulped with relief. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a bit hung-over." My eyes zoomed the room in relief.

"And I also came to ask because… I'm having another party, and I want you to come." I was shocked. "I'm not inviting the people who spiked the drink, so everything should be fine." She said smiling, pleased.

"Um, okay. Why do I have to come?"

"Because! Did you forget! Its my annual sleepover party!" She shrieked enthralled.

"Oh. Right."

"The Masquerade was all my Dad's idea. Even though I got in trouble for the drinks, they still agreed to let me have this sleepover. And you, as always, have to come." She pleaded, as she stared back to where Wilfred, her boss was stationed.

"Yeah, sure." I mumbled with a nod.

"Great! I just knew I could count on you!" She laughed and hurried back to make more drinks.

I shuddered, thinking of how I could possibly get through another one of the Gilbert parties.

"Hey." I almost fell off my chair. It was that familiar voice; the one I had envisioned millions of ways moments before.

I turned around to see Zane. Nervous. Fidgety. Odd.

"We need to talk."

I agreed with him. We did. But I was too full of fear; the thundering heart rate I severed. I took a deep breath and nodded.

"Okay."

A/N: How was that? …Well I hope you enjoyed, and I really got a kick out of having lots of Clane or Zeo fluff. Haha, I actually really enjoy that pairing. Press the review button or life won't go on. (well I know that makes you automatically NOT click it, but its worth a try). Happy writing. –zz.