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Chapter One

"Oh yeah! Party time!" screamed a piercing voice in my ear. I could feel a grin pull at the corners of my mouth, but I tried to disguise it. I watched as my best friends held each other and spun around in circles, jumping around with joy. They looked over at me and waved me over, insisting that I join them, but I refused with a polite shake of my head. They rolled their eyes, and continued their celebrations.

It had ended. All of those days of exams and homework and assignments came to an end as we walked out of the gates of Thomas Brian High School. There was no looking back. Those days were now in our past, and they had prepared us for the future.

I smiled as I slowly followed my friends out of the gates, smiling apologetically at the many parents and other former students that we passed. But my friends didn't care if they were making a fool out of themselves. They were just glad to be out of school.

I didn't know what I wanted to do with my life. I didn't have a plan for the future, didn't have a career path that I really wanted to take. Nothing really grabbed my attention, didn't make me yearn to be one of those types of people.

I felt an arm snake around my shoulders, and I looked into the eyes of my best and closest friend, Eve. Eve was so beautiful. She was the girl that everyone wanted to be. She had long blonde hair that hung in loose ringlets down her back, with emerald eyes that sparkled in the light. She had a small, pixie like nose, and her lips were large and full, and constantly smothered with strawberry lip gloss. She had a lean body, but was gifted with some curves, and her tanned skin emphasised just how perfect and how beautiful she really was.

Eve grinned, and pressed her glossy lips against my cheek. She always had a way of making me feel better, even when I was in the darkest of moods.

I slid my right arm around her waist and strolled with her to the student car park.

"Saskia Mills! It's the holidays! Better yet, it's the last day of school! No more school for the rest of our lives! I will not allow for you to pout and ruin the holidays before they've even begun," Eve said in a mocking serious tone.

I laughed and nodded. "Well, Eve Williams, ruining your holiday is the worst thing I could do. I just can't help but feel some sort of sadness. I mean, we're moving on with our lives. We have to go out to the real world now, and work and earn money for a living. Why is life so hard?"

Eve shook her head, her blonde curls softly hitting my face. "No. I disagree. I'm going to be a child bride. My husband is going to be rich and he is going to be a hardworking male. He is going to do everything he can to look after his family. That is how it works."

I laughed and rolled my eyes. "And what are you going to do whilst he is working?"

She pressed her lips together and shrugged her shoulders. "Me? Well, I'll be having an affair with my gardener, just like they do in all the good television dramas. My husband will find out, and he will confront me. I will lie to him telling him that I was needy and lonely. He will forgive me, but go and bash the crap out of the gardener, be put in jail, and spend the next eight months wondering if I'm sleeping with someone else."

I giggled and shook my head. "Sounds interesting. Have you been thinking about this for long?"

She shrugged her thin shoulders. "Not really. Mostly the past six months. But in the meantime, I will live my life as a party girl and be wasted every weekend. You can join me if you want?"

"Sounds good."

We looked ahead at our other friends. Mary had her arms around Justine's waist, and Justine had her arms around Elisabeth's neck. They were screaming and yelling as they skipped to Justine's car. Eve shook her head. "Total idiots. I'd hate to be their friends."

I could feel myself let out a hearty laugh and I hugged Eve even tighter. I loved her so much. She was the best friend any person could have, and I was glad that she was only mine.

I could see my white 1965 Chevrolet Impala sitting next to Justine's red BMW convertible. My car looked like trash compared to hers, but I had grown to love it. It got me to where I needed to get to, and I was able to fit whatever I wanted to in it. My car matched my personality. I didn't care what people thought of me. I just wanted to be my own person and live the way I wanted to, without everyone telling me what to do.

We waved goodbye to Justine, Mary and Elisabeth as they climbed into Justine's car, pulled out of the car park, and took off down the street, beeping the horn at strangers and students as they drove away. I shook my head at their idiocy and turned to Eve. I saw her grin for a few seconds, but her expression fell when she saw something behind me. I turned, confused, and I felt my heart tear when I saw whose car was parked next to mine.

Christian Johnson was standing next to his car, his arms around a skinny blonde. He was extremely tall, about six feet, with fairly long black hair that was tousled and messy. His eyes were a chocolate brown, and were fringed with dark lashes. He wasn't scrawny, but he didn't have a lot of muscle either. He was sort of in between. He was absolutely gorgeous, but he was jerk.

And I knew this because I used to date him.

We had been going out for about three months when he had betrayed me. I had found his black SUV in a local park at about ten o'clock on a Monday night, a month ago. I had been driving home from work, which was at the local pharmacy, when I passed it. Curiously, I turned in and parked across the car park. I wanted to surprise him, and I didn't know at the time, that it was me who was going to get a shock.

I leaped out of my car enthusiastically, and tried to tiptoe as well as I could. I was in black heels, a black pencil skirt, with a loose, white blouse with the name and logo of the pharmacy sewn over the left breast. My feet were absolutely killing me, and all I wanted to do was get home, but I hadn't seen him all day, and that was just too long.

I grinned as I reached his passenger door, and was surprised to see that it was unlocked. I decided that I was going to sit in the passenger seat and wait until he came back to the car. I was sure that he would get the shock of his life.

But as I opened the car door, I couldn't do anything but stare, speechless.

His body was pressed against a tiny blonde haired girl, who was my age. She wasn't very pretty, in fact, I found her hideous. Christian was shirtless, and he had his lips pressed against the girl's neck. She moaned, and ran her hands down his back. I was frozen. I couldn't move at all. My feet were completely glued to the spot.

Suddenly, the girl's eyes opened, then widened. She screamed, pushed Christian off her and pointed to my ghostly white face. Christian's eyes went wide with shock, and he swallowed back hard.

"What do you want, moron?" the girl screamed.

I glared at Christian, turned on my heel, and ran as fast as I could. Unfortunately, high heels couldn't get you very far. Christian grabbed my arm and pulled me back, but I turned around and slapped him across the face. He held onto his face and looked at me with sad eyes. But I couldn't look at him, couldn't stand to look at him. I turned away and ran again. But Christian was bigger and stronger, and he managed to get his arm around my waist and lift me off the ground. I kicked as hard as I could and screamed as loud as I could, but nothing worked against Christian's strength.

"Let go of me, you traitor!" I screamed. He ignored me, and scooped me off the ground. I kicked my legs that were in his grip, but he still held me. Eventually, he placed me on the ground and gripped the top of my arms, forcing me to stop moving.

"Please, Saskia. Listen to me!"

I growled, which was quite uncommon for me, and spat right in his face, another thing that was quite uncommon for me. He wiped his face quickly, then held me tighter than before. His fingers dug into my skin, and I screamed in pain."Let go of me, Christian!"

He shook me hard, which forced me to stop talking. "Not until you listen to me, Saskia."

"Why should I listen to you? You, of all people! At this very point of time, I want nothing to do with you!"

"Please, Kia, listen!"

I snatched my arm out of his grip. "Don't call me that! You have no right to call me that! None!"

"Babe, listen to me, please! I can explain!"

I glared at him. "Yeah, sure. You can explain? Alright, tell me. Explain how this situation came to occur."

I watched him swallow, and I folded my arms across my chest. He didn't answer. He just looked to the ground, without saying a word. I laughed, without any humour in it whatsoever.

"I knew it! How could you explain that, Christian? What, you were having a dream and only just realised it was real? Yeah, bull."

I turned around and attempting to walk off for a third time, when Christian's hand wrapped around my arm.

"Christian, I swear to God, let me go right now!"

"Babe, please, we can work this out!"

"How can we work this out, Christian? How on earth could we work this out? I am sick and tired of your lies. I was certain that you and I would at least have another two months together! I loved you, Christian. I loved you with all my heart. I was proud to say that you were my first boyfriend. I can't say that anymore. I can't say I love you, I can't say I'm proud of you. I can't say anything."

"Please," Christian begged. "I still love you, and I am so sorry. Please, can we work this out?"

I shook my head. "If you really loved me, and if you were really sorry, you wouldn't have done it in the first place. I never want to see you again."

I walked off, without Christian following me this time. I could feel my tears falling over my cheeks, and ruining my makeup. I pulled down the mirror and had a look at myself. My chocolate brown hair looked stressed and frizzy, and the eyeliner and mascara that I wore around my ocean blue eyes was smudge, making me look like a racoon.

I wasn't sure if Christian was going to try and convince me to take him back or convince me that he could explain, and I didn't want to wait and find out. I started my car up, and pulled out, looking at Christian's heart-broken face in my rear-view mirror.

I shook myself, bringing myself back to the present. I watched Christian, his arm around the stupid skinny blonde. I could feel my hands curl into fists, and I wanted nothing more than to push my fist into his fist as far as I could.

He looked over at Eve and me, and Eve rolled her eyes. Christian looked at me, and faster than you could blink, he had his arm around the skinny blonde's waist, and was pulling her towards him. He placed a huge, passionate kiss on her lips, and didn't let go. As he was kissing her, his eyes wondered over to me, and I couldn't help but remember all the times that he had caught me by surprise and kissed me until I went weak.

My heart ached with jealousy and betrayal. I sighed, and decided to be the mature one out of the two. I saw Christian's eyes wonder over to me, then back to Blondie. He didn't stop, he continued to kiss her. Eve and I were disgusted. She gave me a look, which told me that I should ignore him, and get in the car. I nodded, and slid into the beige coloured leather seats of my car.

I rolled down the window, and poked my head out to talk to Eve.

"Hey, do you need a lift?" I called. Eve shook her head and smiled. "No thanks, hon. Damien is picking me up."

Damien was Eve's university boyfriend. He was super smart, which surprised me because that kind of guy wasn't really Eve's type. But, I wasn't one to judge.

Damien was two years older than us, and could've been a model if he wanted to. He was better looking than Christian. He had straight blonde hair that came down to his ears, and eyes that were a lighter shade of blue than mine. He had broad shoulders, and you could see his muscles through his shirt. I had only met him a few times, and he was a really decent guy.

When Damien finished high school, he waited a year before he went for university. He wanted to be a psychologist, which was similar to what I wanted to do. He and I had talked about it a few times, and he was really enthused about it. He had told me that he had wanted to study psychology since he was thirteen, and now that he was nineteen, he was glad that he could finally do it.

Eve was really proud of him, and who could blame her? He was smart, funny, and pretty darn good looking.

I told Eve to say hello to Damien for me, and pulled out of the car park, ignoring the glares that I received from a certain ex as I drove away.