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I'm soooo sorry this took so long, but I really got writers block. The only reason I finished this chapter is because the internet and the TV aren't working, so I have nothing better to do. Ha ha...

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Kitten stormed out of the school, rage causing her pale face to turn pink.

As soon as Fang had left, she'd ripped every picture of him out of her locker and crumpled them up. She'd stalked out the front door, throwing the pictures into a trash can.

How could she be dateless? The most popular girl at this entire school? She owned. She led. Everyone in this freaking crap hole looked up to her.

She slammed the door of her limo as she got inside, clenching her teeth. She held a pillow in front of her mouth and screamed as loud as she could.

WHAT WAS FANG'S PROBLEM? She seethed.

"Kitten!" the door reopened and in jumped Chelsea. "What happened? You looked so mad when you left."

"FANG FREAKING BROKE UP WITH ME!"

"WHAT?"

Kitten glared.

"THAT TOTALLY SUCKS!"

Alyssa, Laine, and Mari slid inside the car.

"Ohmigod what HAPPENED?" Laine asked.

"FANG FREAKING BROKE UP WITH HER!"

"NO!"

"YES! And now I'm DATELESS!" Kitten sobbed.

"Ohmigod, Kitten," Mari cried. "I'm soooo sorry. Fang is SUCH an a-hole!"

Kitten nodded, still crying.

"Do you want to go home instead of shopping?" Laine asked quietly.

Kitten shook her head, a faint smile working its way onto her face. "I feel like spending."

Shopping was her passion. It didn't matter the price. If Kitten liked it, Kitten bought it, and it always made her happy.

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"Chels! This is you!" Kitten called, her mood considerably brightened. Spending her dad's money made her feel soooo much better. Who cared about Fang? Who freaking cared? She would start a trend. Go without a date, be cool. Dates were for losers. Except for her friends, of course.

"Ohmigod!" Chelsea squealed as she fingered the silky purple Versace gown. "It is! I'm so getting this!" She checked the price tag, her face falling. "Or not."

"Don't worry. I've got it. You'll never forgive yourself if you don't get it!" Kitten said, grinning and holding up her silver American Express.

Chelsea enveloped Kitten in a hug and ran to try the dress on.

"OHMIGOD, CHELS, YOU LOOK SO HOT!" cried Mari, running up and squeezing Chelsea.

Kitten kept a smile pasted on her face.

Chelsea was gorgeous, and the dress made her look even better. She had a date.

Kitten was insanely jealous.

The whole time they were shopping, Kitten was screaming in her head. She wasn't in the spotlight this time. She wasn't in charge. Who cared if she'd found the perfect Christian Dior tube dress in pale pink? Who cared if her sparkling pink heels were amazing?

It wouldn't matter if she had the most gorgeous dress in the world, or if she actually bought the diamonds she desperately wanted, but knew her dad would kill her for buying. She was dateless.

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She moped into her house, throwing her jacket and bag on the floor for the maid to pick up later.

Dates really didn't matter! It was okay!

Why did she even care so much? If anything, she'd only be more popular for being different!

Even though she knew it was true, she didn't want to! This time, Kitten didn't want to be different.

She hung up her perfect dress in the front of her walk-in closet so it wouldn't get wrinkled. She set her shoes on the top shelf, and sorted through her jewelry, looking for something to go with it. The dress would look so pretty if it was even more sparkly. She decided to get rhinestones, or sequins, or something shiny sewn onto the bottom.

Kitten sighed. High school sucked.

She went to her shower, but then decided on a bath instead, with huge bubbles and all the scented soap she could pour in. That always relaxed her and calmed her down.

This time, it didn't work. She was so nervous about school tomorrow, she couldn't stand it. After a few minutes, she jumped out of the bathtub and dried herself off.

She pulled on her silk Calvin Klein pajamas, and brushed her hair. Downstairs, their cook called dinner, and Kitten pulled her hair into a ponytail before putting down her Ugg slippers and going into the dining room.

Her father was always there. Kitten sat down next to him at their long table. She picked at her food. It was chicken and mashed potatoes, one of her favorite dinners, but Kitten barely ate anything. She wasn't hungry.

"Eat, Kitten! It's good!" her father said, on his third helping already.

"'Kay." She said, and poked her fork into a piece of chicken. She put it in her mouth, chewed, and swallowed. She sighed. It didn't taste as good.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

"Yes there is... Kitten-"

JUST SHUT UP, DADDY! Leave me alone!" She jumped up from the table and ran to her room, slamming the door behind her.

Why didn't she have a normal father, instead of a psycho half-moth? Ugh, what a freak. And it was so gross! At least he stayed in his basement lab most of the time, so she didn't have to explain it to her friends. And he treated her like a princess. Whenever she was upset, he bought her anything she wanted.

There was a knock on her door. "Kitten? I'm sorry if I made you mad."

She sniffed. "Come in."

"Do you want me to get you something?"

"Well, um, I got this super cute prom dress, and I saw the perfect diamond necklace to go with it. It's really expensive, so I thought I was wondering if I could get it."

Like he'd ever go for that. A diamond necklace? Puh-leeze.

"Of course, darling! You can even buy earrings to go with it."

Kitten's eyes widened. Was he freaking serious?

"Thank you soooo much, Daddy! I love you!"

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Kitten stepped out of her limo the next day at school, not wearing pink for a change. Today she wore a short dress, black to match her mood, over dark blue jeans.

She still clutched her pink messenger back, thought, and her pink feather and glitter earrings were in her ears.

She wasn't going to let people know how upset she was. She was Kitten. She didn't get mad. Fang could fall off a cliff for all she cared.

I do not care. I do not need a date, she told herself as she stepped into the school.

There was a mob at her locker. She shoved past the crowd, ignoring everyone who was asking her about Fang. Really, it was like being harassed by insane paparazzi. It was kind of cool, but so annoying.

She stuffed books in her bag, and slammed her locker door, heading to her first class. She stared at the ground, barely noticing where she was going.

Where were her friends when she needed them?

"Hi, Kitten," said a voice from across the hall. Kitten looked up. It was knock-off Coach girl from yesterday, and she was standing next to Fang.

"Remember me? Kara. Anyway, guess what?" she smirked. "After Fang broke up with you yesterday, he went and asked me out right away! Isn't that awesome?"

Kitten kept walking, ignoring the girl.

She coughed. "Pathetic!" She giggled nastily, tucking her arm into Fang's.

Kitten closed her eyes as tight as she could to stop the tears, and went into the nearest bathroom. A few girls scattered out as the last bell rang, and Kitten began to sob.

She collapsed against the grimy wall, not caring about how dirty her top was going to be, or how she was going to be late to class for the third time that week.

Kitten hated that stupid girl and Fang with everything she had in her. She hadn't really realized how much she needed Fang, and how much she'd actually liked him.

And then stupid Kara had to go take him from her.

Kitten pulled out a permanent black pen and opened a stall door covered with markings.

There was sayings, and lists. That was what she was looking for. Next to the list of hot guys was the list of absolute sluts.

"KARA MASON!" Kitten wrote in all caps, underlining it a few times.

She stared at it, and began to cry again. It didn't even make her feel better. She crossed Fang's name off of the list of hot guys, and even that didn't stop her from crying.

She locked herself in the stall, and thought for awhile.

It must have been longer than she'd thought, because a bell rang again, and a few girls came into the bathroom.

"God, Kitten is such a bitch," said one. It was Kara. "I'm glad Fang dumped her. I don't even like him! Spiders are gross." She made a retching noise.

SHE DIDN'T LIKE HIM?

"I wish there were hotter guys at this school, don't you?"

"Ohmigod, did you see Robin on the news last night? Soooo hot. He was fighting some guy. I so wish he went to this school!" another voice joined in.

"I know! I'd kill to have him as my date." Kara snorted. "Like that will ever happen.

Kitten smiled softly now, and waited until the girls left to fix her makeup. Her mascara and eyeliner were running, but she fixed it, and put in eye drops to get rid of the redness from crying.

She rummaged in her bag, found a pink ribbon, and tied it around her waist. Much better. Black was too dark, and she wasn't mad in the least anymore. The old Kitten was back, ready to pounce.

Robin was her brand new date.

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