I'm sleeping my way out of this one
With anyone who will lie down
I'll be stuck fixated on one star
When the world is crashing down

I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
But you've got me looking in through blinds
I keep telling myself
I keep telling myself
I'm not the desperate type
-Seven Minutes In Heaven by Fall Out Boy-

"I never really liked you."

I looked up at Melissa, her smirking face just made me laugh. She was trying to hurt me, trying to be mean. But that never really was her strong point.

I sent a sweet smile back at her. "That's okay, now I don't have to feel guilty about sleeping with your boyfriend…Although; I never really did feel guilty."

Her mouth hung agape in shock, I just continued to smirk. A few girls looked at Melissa's boyfriend, shock written on their faces. He glared at me, I watched with amused eyes as she stormed out of the group of people, crying like the baby she was.

"And that makes what…ten relationships you've ended in the last two months…none of them being your own?"

I looked at Lizzie with a smirk. "Twelve."

She took a sip of her drink while mumbling. "You are so going to hell."

I looked down at her with a glare. "I've known that for years now."

Lizzie smirked. "Well, here's to hell."

We clinked our glasses together and downed the remains. I felt the cold-burning sensation of the vodka sliding down my throat. "Let's get out of here; this party has suddenly lost its appeal."

I grabbed Lizzie's hand and we pushed our way through the crowd of drunken high schoolers. The whole point of the party was to celebrate the end of our junior year, summer was here at last.

I heard Lizzie laughing behind me as we made it out the front door. "What? No more lives you can ruin so you want to leave?"

I joined in the laughter as we climbed into my jeep. "Exactly, I mean what's the point of a party if you can't make someone cry?"

"You did make someone cry…"

I started the engine with a sigh. "I know, but it gets boring after that."

"You are the biggest bitch I've ever met."

I nodded as I pulled the car out into the street. "Yea, I am, but lucky for you I love you, and you're smart enough to know it's better to side with the Devil than to stand in his way."

She shook her head. "Sadly, I love you too, even though you're an arrogant, lying, whore-bitch."

I pointed my finger at her with a mock expression of seriousness. "Hey! I am not a whore…I don't even charge! And if I did, it's not like any of the guys at our school could afford me anyways."

Lizzie just rolled her eyes and stared out the window at the passing scenery. We had been best friends since fourth grade. We met when I transferred to private school, and she was the only one nice enough to help me around the overly large campus.

We pulled into her driveway and tried to quietly get inside. She tripped and fell going up the stairs, causing both of us to erupt into giggles far girlier than either of us would like to admit.

"Hush Athena, you'll wake my parents."

I put my hand over my mouth as I followed her to her room. Once she shut the door I fell back onto her bed with a sigh. I pulled my copper hair out of the clip it had been in and threw it at Lizzie; she dodged it and sent me a glare.

"Can you try not being a pain in the ass for like…five minutes?"

I laughed. "I did once, but it was far too hard."

She sighed. "Figured."

She walked into the bathroom and shut the door. "I'm taking a shower!" She yelled back through the door.

I sat up and looked around the room. I had spent so much time in this place, her parents finally gave me a key last year, they said I practically lived here anyway. Her room was littered with pictures of us and our friends. I picked up the picture next to her bed, it was from sophomore homecoming. I remember that night particularly well because we went skinny dipping in the Pacific Ocean on the way home. The limo driver got all mad because our wet hair dripped on the leather seats. That was also the night that Skylar decided that the next dance we went to, she would wear pants because she hates dresses so much.

I smiled, Skylar was my other best friend, she and Lizzie have known each other since they were five, and when I got here, and I fit in perfectly with them.

I heard the water in the bathroom turn on and sighed, Lizzie takes the longest showers ever. I would be out here for a while.

-Later-

"Do you think you'll ever get married?"

I looked over at Lizzie, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips. "Me, married? No."

We were lying in her bed, the cool air from the air vents blowing on us. "Why not?"

I smiled. "Do you remember when I was younger and my mom worked as a secretary for that hedge fund trader in downtown LA?"

She nodded with a smile. "We were both thirteen and thought he was the cutest thing ever."

I nodded with a grin. "Damn fine he was…but anyway. You remember how sneaky I was back then? Well, one time I was sneaking around the office and I heard him and a friend of his talking…I don't know why it stuck with me so much, but all I remember hearing is him saying 'forever is a long time with the same person."

She looked at me with a confused expression. "So that made you not want to get married?"

I shook my head. "No, but it made me realize that I would never be able to stay with the same person for the rest of my life. I've never been one to commit to things…relationships aren't any different."

She sighed. "I think I want to get married, I've thought about it."

"You will get married, you can handle that kind of stuff, but I can't."

She smiled and nudged me. "You can be my Maid of Honor."

I laughed. "Seriously? Dude, I'll so embarrass the hell out of you in my speech."

"That's a risk I'll have to take."

I just laughed. Did it bother me that I'll die alone? Of course it did, but I'm not the type of person to spend a lot of time harping on the bad things in my life. Why waste your life crying over what you don't have? Why not spend it enjoying all the good things you have?

I looked back over at Lizzie, her eyes were closed and I could tell she was starting to doze. I smirked; maybe for old time's sake I'll stick her bra in the freezer.

-Next Morning-

"That guy your mom used to work for, do you remember his name?"

I looked over at Lizzie, she was pouring cereal into her bowl and grinning, she must be thinking about how sexy he was.

I nodded with a grin. "Of course."

She walked over to the table and sat next to me. "What was it?"

I smirked. "Josef Koston."