PROLAGUE

LEXI'S POV

My name is Lexi, and I'm pretty so get used to it. Yes I'm popular, yes I'm called a prep, but fuck you if you have a problem with it. I have best friends. I have best friend's best friends. I have a boyfriend, and yeah I do cheat on him, but come on; it's fun! He is hot though...Bryce is the star quarterback on the football team, and of course I'm his favorite Cheerleading captain. Anyway, back to MY day and how it's going. Right now I'm at the mall with my best girl Lucy, burning up our father's credit cards. I just picked up the cutest pink mini skirt from Aero, can't believe it was only fifty bucks. I got this super tight white Hollister T-shirt for only like, 30 dollars and it matches the skirt perfectly. Now I just need some sexy sandals to go with it and I'll have a perfect outfit for the last day of school...OH! Steve Madden!

"Lucy, I wanna go in here and get some shoes hun." I said, dragging her by her arm into the store blasting an Ashlee Simpson Song. Immedietly I ran down the isles full of perfect shoes, but none I wanted for my new outfit. I found the sandal section and gasped as a found this perfect pair. They had a woven straw heel that had to be at least four inches, and the straps on the top were pink fabric that tied up the ankle. I looked at the price tag. "Oh my god LUCY!" I shrieked, realizing these shoes were a steal. I wanted my best friend to get them too, but of course with blue straps, because if we had the same shoes I'd have to burn mine. I love Lucy, but I can't have the same shoes as an ugly whore like her. She came running over.
"What is it Lexi hun?" she asked. I shoved the shoe's price tag in her face and her jaw dropped. "These hot things for only ninety dollars? Oh my fucking God Lexi I'm getting these...but maybe in the green..." her voice trailed off as she bent down, looking for a box with green strapped ones. I was relieved that I didn't have to talk her out of a pink pair, because Lucy can be annoyingly stubborn. I left her to her search and walked to the front of the store, to pay for these, the hottest shoes in the world. As the man rang up the shoes, I kept giving him sex eyes, he was HOT! He pressed a few buttons then spoke to me, without looking up.

"That comes to ninety one twenty five maim" he said. I slid him my credit card across the counter with one finger that ended in a long hot pink fingernail. He still didn't look up, just took the card, swiped it, and handed it back to me with the receipt. He put the shoebox into a bag and handed it to me. "Have a nice day maim." he said.

"I will." I spat, frustrated. "Thank you very much." I added, yanking the bag from his grip with a pout and storming out of the store. "Lucy! Come on!" I squealed. She paid for her shoes as fast as she could while I waited outside the door, arms crossed, tapping my foot. She came running out of the store as fast as she could, and the hot cash register boy had his eyes glued to her ass. What a whore. I mean, she's not even that pretty. She's got short brown hair, maybe to her earlobes, and its frizzy all the time. Lucy, poor girl, has no idea how to do makeup, and her eyeliner is so uneven. She dresses like such a slut too. Right now she was wearing American Eagle jeans that were so low rise you could practically see her ass crack, with a pink Aero t-shirt that barely touched her belly button. Whore. She was wearing adidas flip-flops with rainbow toe socks. Can we say ugly? U-G-L-Y! I mean, think of her, then look at me; blonde hair, perfectly highlighted with brown, coming down to the middle of my back. Perfect beachy waves, falling over the shoulders of my blue Old Navy t-shirt, which matches perfectly with my pale denim capris. Okay I'm wearing adidas sandals too, but at least mine match my outfit! My make up today was light brown liner on both rims, and pink shadow on my lids. Just a little bit of black mascara on my perfect long eyelashes, and a little sheer pink gloss on my lips. Face it, I'm perfect. I mean, Lucy's only popular because she has almost as much money as I do. Some of us, like me, deserve to be blessed the way I am...but some...like Lucy...just don't. It's a shame really, it is. We were walking towards the exit, our shopping done for that day. We were almost out of the mall, but the last store before the exit was the video game depot. There were some boys that I recognized standing outside. Ugh, it's that freaky goth kid, oh man what's his name? I know his last name is Way...um...his first name is something weird...Gerald I think. And all his freaky friends. And his brother. He's such a geeky bulimic stick. They're all goth losers, the bunch of them. But there's this rumor going around the school that the Gerarld (I think) one is like, a vicious blood sucking vampire or something. He looks it too; jet black hair, shoulder length, black eyeliner everywhere, and the palest skin you'll ever see. He dresses in black every day. God he's such a LOSER. Lucy and I got closer to the store and I mumbled to Lucy.

"Just don't look at them. Don't trigger them and the freaks will stay docile." Wow. Docile. I had no clue I knew what that word meant. We reached the storefront and just walked tall right past. The five boys stood there smiling and whistling at us. Vampire Boy's geek bulimic stick brother started catcalling.

"Come on girls back that up." he shouted, one hand cupped around his mouth. The short kid with a blonde Mohawk joined in.

"Boy Mikey I'd sure like a piece of that one. The one in the blue shirt's for me." he said. I stopped and turned around.

"Oh no you didn't." I muttered threateningly. I started walking back towards them, Lucy hurrying after me.

"Lexi come on its not worth it!" she shouted. I stomped right up to the short boy and got right in his face.

"You'd better shut the fuck up." I said. He laughed.

"Or what? You'll smack me over the head with your Hollister bag? Sick your rich daddy on me?" he asked cocking his head to one side, raising an eyebrow and smiling. I narrowed my eyes and gave him my meanest, most threatening look I could make. He just laughed in my face again. "Okay Barbie, off ya go. Go out to your pretty little Mercedes Bentz and drive off. Don't you have a Ken waiting for you somewhere?" he asked. I turned around and walked away. But then I turned again and shouted to him.

"I drive a Land Rover for your information!" I shrieked. I gave them the finger and walked off, Lucy at my heels. My comeback sucked I know, but at least he didn't say anything else to me. What perturbed me was what happened as we were walking away. I heard a voice. I think it was vampire boy's.

"See you later Lucy." he called. I shot a glare at Lucy, who was going a deep shade of crimson. I was disgusted.

"Lucy how do you know that loser?" I asked. She struggled for words.

"Um...He...he's in my...my art class." she said hurriedly.

"Ugh. Well you let me know if he gives you any trouble. I'll get Bryce to kick his ass okay." I said to her. She nodded as we loaded our bags into the trunk of my Land Rover.