A/N: Hello loves! Sorry I haven't updated my story in a while (even though I promised to update sooner but since my procrastination took over me, I SINCERELY APOLIGIZE.) I'm still working on the next chappie for Us Against The World but here is the new story I told you guys about. Pretty preeetty please tell me what you think and leave a review. I'll love you forever :) I hope you guys love it.

DISCLAIMER:

The plot line and the characters in this story were inspired by the UK tv series: Skins and Lana Del Rey's song:Carmen.Some references in this storycould come from the series or the song. I do not take credit for those references. Oh and I don't own The Beatles. *sigh*

Chapter 1 | Carmella

The alarm went off calling for the 16th year old girl to wake up. She lazily stood up and sighed loudly while stretching her arms. She looked at her reflection in the mirror. Mascara, melted on her eyes. She looked at her face in disgust then began wiping the make-up off. She realized she had forgotten to rinse her make up off her face the night before. That was life for young Carmella Elizabeth Reed. Party all night; regret it in the morning; do it again. She was probably the queen bee in Liverpool. Every man wanted to shag her, girls envied her, and everyone wanted to be her friend. To her, though she was popular, she felt a lot of nothingness. Popularity? Same with love. Love, love, love. What's it good for? Absolutely nothing.

She got dressed in her school girl uniform, put on some mascara and placed eyeliner in both of her eyes. She was already in her last year in high school and she was glad. Looking at the mirror while she daydreamed of college. College, where people gave lesser fucks about you and of course, the boys. Carmella saw freedom coming near her. She wanted that. She smiled to herself in the mirror. Looking at her structure, she was completely stunning, most people would say. Her hair was a dark brunette colour and she had blue eyes. She also has a very skinny but sexy body, it made it more envious to the eyes of other girls.

Carmella sat in the busy dining table eating her breakfast; a bowl of cornflakes. Her mother was busy washing the dishes while her father whined at her brother. She smirked at him.
"You fucking reckless cow! You ruined the toilet again! It's bloody leaking like yer mum's fuckin-" her mother gave him a stern look and coughed lightly.
"Ugh, yeah. Whatever." the father said, changing the subject. Her mother sighed.
"If you could at least manage some self-control, dear." Her brother finished eating his toast and carried his backpack with him, opening the door to leave.
"You now dad, if i'm not mistaken, you're shit must be a whole lot larger than mine. Sometimes I ask why we're not blaming you that the toilet's broken. With you're big fat arse." He said then finally left.
"Tony! You come back here you fucking kid! You don't talk to me like that!" Her father yelled, chasing after her brother with only his boxers on.
"Oh, dear- no don't go out with you're underpants on!" Her mother called after him but was too late. He had already left the house. Carmella smirked then finished her breakfast.

Carmella got her things and went off to school. Her mother drove her to school, as always. It was a little bit far so she couldn't walk to it. It was an all girls school. Maybe you'd think "why is she so popular with boys when her school is full of girls?" Well, one perk the school has is that it's neighbor is a school for boys. It's called Quarry Bank. A school filled with lustful teenage teddy boys all hoping she would lay an eye on them. Her brother, Anthony or better known as Tony used to go there before college so she basically went there sometimes. Tony is just as popular as her. Talk of the town, the Reed's were. He was a handsome and intelligent man. Though being a man whore and being a complete prick sometimes, Carmella could understand him as he could understand her. Before, she was known as Tony's little sister, but now she was her very own Carmella Reed.

Carmella walked in the school gates sighing when she heard one of the girls caling her.
"Carmel, love!" The girl, Frances called after her. Oh her, she thought. It was one of the girls that annoyed her a lot. She kept bugging her simply because she idolized Carmella. "Last night was suuuper amazing! I didn't now you can smoke stuff other than tobacco and just roll it up in a fucking piece of paper! Oh my gosh. I told mum about that last night, oh gooosh she screamed at me I didn't even-" she continued talking but Carmella didn't show any sign of interest and didn't listen. She wouldn't dare listen to her. Frances followed her until the bell rang and they had to separate for their classes.

Sitting at the table farthest from the teacher, she sat there doodling in her notebook. It was a drawing of a guy. It didn't have a face, symbolizing that she hadn't yet met the man. Then she drew herself with a smiley face cause that's what she wanted to be: happy. Happy, with someone. She sighed and gazed off, looking out the windows. He saw a group of men in their Quarry Bank uniforms and their curly Elvis styled hair walking towards her school, all with dirty little smirks on their faces. But one stood out the most out of the group. He had the same teddy boy look with hazel brown coloured eyes that could allure anyone; a small nose with a long bridge; thin lips that looked so kissable. He carried a guitar behind his back and laughed naturally with his friends. And that's what made him stand out; his smile; the way he laughed. It all looked fake. It drifted off fasted almost looking like a frown and his eyes, you could tell he was lost. Was he lonely? She thought.
"Carmella!" The sound of the teacher startled her. She looked up at her blankly while she cleared her throat. "You, know you could do a lot better if you'd stop zoning out into space. Now pay more attention, will you. Understand?" She asked looking directly at her, then she nodded in reply. The teacher continued her lecture and Carmella looked at her but only thought about the boy she'd seen earlier. And she thought about him for the rest of the day.

The bell rang for the last period and everyone raced out off the classrooms. Carmella was the first to exit the hell holed school, overwhelmed that she survived the whole day. It was Friday, meaning that every teenager breathing in Liverpool would all enjoy the biggest party in the whole week and she was going, of course.

She took a bus home because her mother couldn't pick her up from work. She watched life go by her out the window. She looked at the people walking, running or playing, wondering about what they've been through; what problems they're facing right now; if they've ever had their heart broken; if they're happy or sad; if someone was just like her. She'd always felt like she was disconnected from everything. She frowned. And then she saw him. The guy she saw while she was in her class but now he was alone. Hands tucked in his jean pockets and the same guitar being carried behind his back. She reached out her hand, letting it touch the window and just sat there, looking at him. When all of the sudden he looked up the school bus and caught her eye. She gave him a smile. That small smile she gave everyone, the one without showing her teeth and it was both sexy and mysterious at the same time. Returning the gesture, he smiled back at her and waved. She looked away and sat back in her seat smiling like a complete idiot.

Time flew by fast that it was already night in dirty old Liverpool. Carmella had already done her make-up with smokey eyes with lots of eyeliner, dark eye shadow and finished it off with applying some light pink lipstick. She wore a red velvety dress that was strapless and tight in the upper part of her body but had a gathered skirt that rose up above her knee in about 2-3 inches and black, slightly tall heels. She smiled at her reflection at the mirror and smiled, pleased.

She went down the stairs of her house, sneaking out without trying to get noticed by her mum and dad horsing around in the living room. She hurried out the door, not bothering listening to their conversation. Probably about Tony again, she thought.

She arrived in a house that looked like it belonged to some posh London kids. It was fucking huge, she thought as she stared at it in awe. Entering the house, the atmosphere began to change. The temperature went up. Must've been because of all the smoke. She watched couples dancing around to records playing. Everyone was laughing at completely nothing. People making out in the corners. Some smoked, some drank and she just looked at everyone feeling out of place even if everyone thought she could fit in. A group of men noticed her passing by then came closer to her.
"Hey, love. Didn't know you were coming!" One of the boys shouted through the music.
"Where's that quickie you promised me, Carmella, dear?" Another one asked. She rolled her eyes at him while they continued bugging and pushing her around until they all entered an empty room. The men gathered around, collecting their booze and some began to smoke. Carmella stepped closer to one of the men and looked him straight in the eye while she slowly snatched his Jack Daniel's. Still looking at him while she took a swig then closed her eyes as she felt the alcohol go down her throat. She gave it back to the guy then walked away from him. The guy stared at her, full of lust, then smirked.
"Are you sure she can take it, mate?" one boy said to another. "Of course she can. Right Carmella?" The guy answered, looking at her mischievously. She gave them a grin then nodded. The boys all cheered while one of them handed his mate a syringe. Carmella closed her eyes, waiting for the drug to enter her. The guy held her arm in the position that would suit the syringe in correctly and then slowly placed it in her. She continued to close her eyes with that small grin on her face. Lost in the moment, she heard nothing. Like the world stopped turning for her. And the time stopped. And the movement stopped. And everything else did. And it felt so infinite, she didn't care about anything at all.

"Sometimes I think I was born backwards." She began.

"You know, come out my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate. And the people I hate…"

flop!

Before even finishing her sentence, she collapsed down the floor, landing on her back.