Chapter 1:

The first day back to school after Christmas Break. It seems like no one has gotten a life since last semester. Everyone still stares at me. Losers.

Cuz I'm the crazy kid. The kid with no real parents. The kid with an emo life.

First, let's get something straight. I'm not emo. I don't cut myself, I'm not suicidal, I don't like to wear black except when I feel fat, cuz then it makes me look skinny. I don't have black hair, I'm a brunette. I don't wear emo-type clothes; I just dress like I want to. But apparently everyone at this stupid school thinks I'm on the verge of doing something crazy. I'm NOT!

I mean, I am sad and a little depressed, but life goes on. I'm not one of those idiots who stop living because life gets hard; I know that I will have a better life than this.

Well, my hair was in a messy bun on the back of my head, my skinny jeans were ripped everywhere, and my Paramore shirt was old and wrinkly. My gray converse knee-highs were slightly frayed around the edges. Well if this doesn't make a good impression on the people at school, then I didn't know what would.

Anyways, on my way to school today, in my purple 2005 Ford Eclipse, I was thinking…..that maybe I should try to date someone. Maybe not truly, but try to get something started, so I'm not completely alone. It would be nice. Sigh…

As soon as I entered the school's parking lot, Kyle ambushed me.

"Hey Alicia, how are you?"

"Fine" I said rudely. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some better things to do to start off my morning."

And with that, I left. No one in the halls even bothered to say anything to me. They just stared. As I got closer to my homeroom, I heard one of the 'snobbs', my nickname for the stupidly retarded popular people, whisper something to her friend.

It sounded like "...heard her dad doesn't even care about her and he doesn't even want her around cuz she's a whore-able person"

It was people like this that made me pissed everyday.

I whispered to myself just loud enough for the bitch to hear "I at least know who my father is…and that my mom died without sleeping with half the guys in town"

The stupid blonde went all psycho and called me a bunch of profanities that just made me laugh as I continued down the hall to class. As I entered the door and found a seat, I swear I stopped breathing as a new person made his way into class. My head was sorta like this:

HOLY FRIGGIN SHIT! THAT IS THE SEXIEST GUY EVER.

Then I controlled myself before my face could give me away. And it got even better, because this guy chose to sit next to me of all people, ME! I just couldn't believe it.

"Hey" a slight British accent said to me.

I looked over and the guy was talking to me. This went from being the worst day back to the best day ever. I mean my weakness for guys isn't that bad, but its still there.

"Hey" I said.

"I'm Zane Whidemer"

"Um...I'm Alicia…Williams."

"Nice to meet you" He said with perfect politeness. I wonder who this kid is. I've never ever heard of him, so he must be new. And, of course incredibly gorgeous.

Before I could say anything back to him, the teacher, Mr. something or other, called the class to order and took roll.

When the teacher went to his computer to put in grades, Zane leaned over the aisle to whisper to me: "Do you know where the…" he looked at his schedule, "Honors Calculus 3 is? The one with Miss Nayburnette?"

I looked at my schedule, excited that I had 1st period with him. "Umm yeah that's my 1st period so I could show you where it is."

"That would be great" he said, leaning back in his chair.

I took the chance to look at him, since he wasn't paying attention to me.

He looked great, I mean the head-over-heels-falling kind of great. Long shaggy auburn hair, that fell into his eyes, deep bye eyes, and flawless lips. Wow, I have surprised myself. I have never really liked a guy this much, upon meeting him ten minutes ago.

He seemed to feel me staring t him, so he looked over with a grin on his face and said,

"Liking what you see, right?"

I blushed and said "Not sure at the moment. Right now I see a guy who comes off as sweet at first then gets all cocky and flirty, completely stepping out of line. So what's your story? Ten...Twenty...Maybe fifty…"

"Not sure what you mean for the last part anyway"

"Girlfriends… I mean someone as cocky and pretty as you has got to have some sort of record. You'd be crazy not to."

"First of all, I'm not 'pretty'. That makes me sound like a girl. Second, I don't have a record. Thirdly, I am crazy." He said, sounding slightly amused.

"No record, really???"

"Nope, I don't seem to like the girls that throw themselves at me or adore me. It gets really annoying sometimes."

"So what are you into? Quiet, mysterious, sarcastic, snobby, hot, slightly retarded?"

He paused, thinking.

"Girls like you."