Cliché

Chapter 1

Sherwood, Minnesota
8 Years Ago

"You know, that's an extremely crappy reason to not go to prom!" He reasoned with her as she fixed up his tie.

"Kendall I'm serious; I have a bunch of homework to do!" Destiny argued with a reasonable look on her face.

"You already finished your homework yesterday." Charlotte stated, popping her head into the room, her dress moving with every step she took into Destiny's medium sized bedroom.

The shaggy blonde haired boy raised an eyebrow at his red headed best friend that he's had ever since day one. "Come on, Des! You already have your dress and everything! Why can't you go?"

"Because I'm having second thoughts..." she mumbled, staring at her cream colored carpet.

"Oh, fuck the thoughts, best friend!" Charlotte yelled, flipping her velvety hair behind her.

"If you're not gonna go, then at least come up with a better excuse." Kendall spoke to her with a soft voice.

"Because...I don't have anyone to go with; Charlotte's going Carlos, Emma's going with Logan, James is going with Madison, and you're going with your bitch of a girlfriend!"

"Okay, I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that last part, but you can still go with, with, with..." he trailed off, thinking.

"Exactly," Destiny announced, flailing her arms in the air. "I can still go with NO ONE!"

"I'll just tell Lindsey that I can't go with her and then I can take you. It's not that hard!" Kendall told her, pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Charlotte quickly pulled the iPhone 4G from his hand. "Yeah, let's all let you text the Queen of All Bitchiness that you're can't bring her because of Destiny's lack of social ability to have already asked someone."

"As mean as that was, Kendall, Lottie's right." She gestured towards Charlotte. "The last time you told Lindsey that you couldn't go somewhere cause' of me, she told everyone that I was slut because I 'had it with you' and then I got suspended until you forced her to tell Principal Stevens that it was all just a fat-ass rumor!"

"She was having family issues back then!" Kendall tried to reason with her.

"Yeah, 'family issues'," Charlotte air quoted.

"I bet her parents took her phone away because she forgot to be perfect! Go ahead, Kendall, go save your Damsel in Distress before she spreads more lies about me for keeping you here to long!" Destiny said in dramatic sarcasm.

"Save the shit, guys!" He screamed, anger bubbling in him. "I was only trying to help, but you know what, Des, just stay here! I'm sick of trying my best to please you and you're crap!"

"No, I'm sick of you and your damn blind eyes! Wake up and get out of Lindsey's bull shit! Maybe then you'd figure out why the hell I act like this."

Kendall gave her one last look and then stormed off. Destiny stared at her hands, tears welling in her eyes. She hated when they fought, and so did he, but some things happen for reasons. They always do.

Destiny waited hours for him. She waited for a text, a phone call, or anything that would show that he was sorry, that they were okay. But Kendall never texted her or called. In fact, that was the last time she ever saw him again. "The fight couldn't have been the reason he left; it was meaningless!" she thought to herself.

But as the days sped by; no Kendall, no Logan, no Carlos, no James in sight, she began to think maybe all this was because of the fight. Maybe Kendall told the other three and all the boys hated her for it and left. Maybe she didn't deserve a reason. Maybe she didn't deserve a goodbye.