AN: so here's chapter two. I realize that I only have one follower and I love you but I'm also writing this for me. Please follow and review.

Back in the good old days of middle school and elementary school, jack was my best friend. He was the funniest person I knew. He was always the first to help someone when they fell or dropped something. He never swore, even when all of his friends did, something that I admired deeply. He was the first person I ran to when I needed a friend. He was always there for me, even when no one else was.

I loved Jack like family. My family did too. My sister had the biggest crush one him, since she was three years younger and always thought he was handsome. Not that I didn't, I just knew it was a dead end, with me being me and him being him. I would never measure up to his standards.

When we hit high school, we made a pact that no matter what, we would always be best friends. I took that to heart but I guess he didn't. I almost couldn't blame him, looking back, though it broke me at the time. I wish I had the opportunity to leave my kingdom of isolation but I knew I couldn't. Jack didn't have to worry, he could talk to people without worrying about what could go wrong. Jack didn't have any secrets to hide.

Jack never even knew that secret. The only ones that know are my parents. Even my sister, Anna, doesn't know. But more on that later.

I walk to my locker at the end of the day, ignoring the words "ice bitch" carved into it. If only they knew the accuracy of it. When I have all of my homework in my bag, I head for the parking lot. I used to give Anna a ride home, but she gets a ride with her boyfriend. I sometimes wonder if she's just embarrassed to let people know she's related to me. You would never know otherwise. Unlike me, Anna is gorgeous. She has bright red hair that is almost always in two braids, her eyes are this beautiful teal and she's got a smattering of freckles on her face and shoulders. She's full of self-confidence, even if she is a little awkward at times. We are basically polar opposites.

Walking to my car, I feel eyes on me, but looking around, the only one looking my way is Jack, though I don't know why. When he realizes I'm looking back at him he turns back to his conversation with his friends, laughing at something someone said. I sigh and turn back to my car, getting in and driving out of the parking lot.

When I get home, I walk into the kitchen to feed our dog, Olaf, and then head upstairs and lock myself in my room to do homework. This is my routine every day. I hear Anna come in about half an hour later. I work on my homework until 6:30 and sneak downstairs for dinner, making sure Anna isn't out there. Our parents will be home in less than an hour.

How wrong I was.