CHAPTER 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm going to be listening heavily to Sublime while writing this story, in case you couldn't gather from the title :P Anyway, dudes, here's your first choice, Scarlet Begonias. It's going in a Adrian/Matt/Adrian/Matt alternation, and be expecting 20,000 to 30,000 words.

Happy reading, dudes!

-ghostfacekiller39

Adrian Andrews woke up to a gray, foggy morning; she thought it strange about how her alarm clock didn't wake her up, but her cell phone's ringtone (It was her favorite song, Poker Face by Lady Gaga.) She reached over while still laying in bed and pulled it off of the charger. It was laying on the end table by the lamp.

She slid the touch screen over to see a text from Celeste. It read;

Spotty! Where are you!? :(

Dammit! Adrian thought to herself as she jumped out of bed to throw on her clothes. She rushed into the bathroom and put her rubberbands on her braces and applied her acne cream; Celeste had nicknamed her spotty when they were 14 because of her extreme acne problem; it had since cleared up, but she was still in the condition to be called "Spotty."

She grabbed a piece of toast and ran outside and hopped on her bike; she hoped not to wake her parents. They were still asleep in the small beachfront abode that held the Andrews family. It had 3 bedrooms, but the room that once belonged to her sister was empty.

She pedaled quickly across the beachfront; the sun was coming up over the ocean, causing a pallete of colors to shine over the water, creating a stunning scene Adrian knew she was missing because of her haste and focus onto getting to Celeste at school.

She heard a car speeding up behind her; a boy's voice yelled out in a Spanish accent "Hey, Spotty! Get a car!" She felt an egg breaking against the back of her head. She stopped as they sped around the corner to LB High, shooting her the finger. She turned red with embarrassment; she thought about yelling out a swear at them, but it was too late and they were already parked.

She rolled up to the bike rack and locked it in place, feeling the egg yolk she hadn't had time to wipe off yet running down the back of her neck. Juan! That...that JERK! She involuntarily scowled. She heard a voice calling her name from the outdoor eating area nearby the bike rack. She turned to see Celeste in her cheerleader's uniform waving her over towards them. She held her books against her chest and ran towards her to find her seated by her airhead friends and Matt, her sophomore boyfriend, (they were both Juniors) wearing his Purple and Gold letterman's jacket; he had become the Quarterback for the football team at just the age of 16. The girls all loved him, but Adrian didn't; he was just a glidiot to her. (A word she invented just for Celeste's boyfriends; a combination of glamerous and idiot.)

The sun had yet to fully rise as she set her books down beside Celeste. The head cheerleader snapped her fingers; "Spotty! Where have you been?" She thrust her math homework towards her. "Math homework!" She leaned in close to Adrian to where she could feel her icy breath hitting the side of her cheek. She growled "And Spotty, I am not sleeping with that old, disgusting perv with the small, wrinkly dick just to pass this semester like I did last semester, do you understand?" Adrian noticed that Celeste had spoken loud enough for Matt to hear her confess to sleeping with Mr. Payne, and had a disgusted look on his face.

Adrian turned sheepish; "Y-yes...I'm sorry. I-I understand..." Celeste pulled back after Adrian took her homework for her; Ughh. Why does she have to be like this? And more importantly, why does she have to have Math class first period? She saw Celeste rubbing up against Matt as he held her close with the throwing arm the school had dubbed "The Right Arm of Long Beach High."

She had just started crunching the numbers when a surfer-esque voice spoke up to her. "Yo, Adrian, what's that on the back of your neck?" Matt...jerk! Celeste reached over and dabbed her finger on the back of Adrian's neck. "Egg yolk!? EGG YOLK?" Celeste and the rest of the cheerleaders and their boyfriends burst out in laughter at the small, meek girl's humiliation. Matt! Ugghhh! I hate him, so, so much! Nrghh!

Unfortunately, she didn't see the most popular guy in school wasn't laughing at her; instead, he turned red in embarrassment and sheepishly mumbled "...sorry, Adrian."