A/N; Hey, everybody. I'm totally sorry I haven't updated in ages, but I hope to put these two chapters on here today (3,and 4). I sprained my arm so I couldn't type for a while, then I had writers block, and then some really weird stuff was going on so I couldn't get online. But I hope you like these chapters. I'll try and update more regularly. And just a shout out to Pepper Rose, who is always reviewing and helping me. Thank you :)

Disclaimer; I don't own Twilight (boohoo D': ), even though I haven't put in my Cullens yet. They're in the next chapter ;D
Poppy, Scarlet, Tom, Tammy, The Gallamor sisters, the small blonde girl and the Headmaster are all my own. -
BrogannCullen.

I shuddered convulsively as I snapped back to reality. My mouth was dry and incredibly achey, and I noticed my face was wet with tears. The memory had been so realistic, I had thought I was living it all again. It made me feel so sick, so angry, so disgusted. I still just couldn't wrap my head around the pain that they had intentionally inflicted on my broken heart. At that very moment, tinkling, high-pitched laughs filled the corridors, and everyones heads snapped round to smile at the Populars. Except mine of course. From behind the rest of the Year11 lockers came four pairs of long, skinny, tanned legs, clad with designer heels and very SHORT skirts. I first saw Tammie, Scarlets new BMA, tossing her wavy, golden locks over her shoulder and fiddling with the button thread on her angelic top. She was turning to two other girls, both with high, slicked back ponytails and glowing olive skin. They were kitted out in skintight mini-dresses;one in purple, one in pink. The Gallamor sisters. Finally, moving swiftly from the back of the group to the front, came their evil leader. My ex best friend.
Scarlet looked as beautiful as ever. Her auborn hair was cut shorter, into a choppy, layered 'do. She had on more makeup than usual- but she still managed to make it look classy and sleek. Her heavily lined eyes gleamed, and her red lips parted over her perfect teeth into her breath-taking smile.
She stuck a hand on her hip, which was decked out in a tight, black, high-waisted skirt, accompanied with a white blouse; fastened at the top with a huge black ribbon.
It was obvious now that she was our Master. That we should obey only her. She owned these halls, and anyone in them who didn't worship the ground she walked on was going to have the worst life imaginable. She would make sure of it. I couldn't believe I had ever thought that Scarlet had really loved me.

"Hey boys," Scarlet rasped, giving a slight wave to a group of football players. They almost keeled over in delight. It was just then that Scarlet noticed me.
Her emerald eyes narrowed; her thin brows pulling together in an angry scowl. She swayed her hips as she walked slowly and purposefully towards me.

"Well, well, well. Look who dared to show her pathetic little face. Ooh, nice dress! But I think you're forgetting something. Its mine," she said, ripping the buttons from the collar, leaving just the ugly, curling threads behind. "Oopsy daisy. Guess I hurt you again. Better luck next time!" She smiled sweetly, then turned to her followers. "Tam, baby, why don't you and the girls go get me a skinny de-caf sugar-free vanilla latte? Oh, and whatever you three want. My treat. Meet you in five?" Scarlet asked, handing them a £20 note and watching as they stalked away.
When they had disappeared around the corner, she leaned in close to my face and looked me directly in the eyes.

"Listen, bitch. What happened was so long ago. Get over yourself. Tom wanted someone sexy, someone cool, someone the opposite of you. I mean, you were cute. You reigned for a while, but to be honest you were more my puppet. I was the one pulling your strings. I still do. I'm the Master of Puppets. Just the way it goes. So, if I was you- ugh, which obviously would never happen- I'd just leave it. You look awful. Like you haven't slept in months. And look how thin you are! Don't you know that boys like slim, curvacious girls, not anorexic twigs. You need to eat once in a while. The drugs won't help either, babe. They'll just make it worse."

I stared, in wide-eyed shock.

"The drugs? What drugs?" was all I could manage.

"Silly! The drugs that I'll tell everyone you're taking if you don't piss off out of my space and stop screwing things up for me!" Scarlet beamed like she had just told me the best news in the world. I suppose, in her world, she had.

A chilling, icy venom pumped through my veins; spiking my blood. I was suddenly so angry that I stood up on my tip-toes so I was the same height as Scarlet, and leaned my head in so close to hers that they were almost touching.

"No, actually, Scarlet, you listen to me. I don't give a shit what happens with you and Tom. You can have him. I mean, he was never a real man anyway. All that lying he did about waiting to shag me? Yeah, like that was true. I don't want a dirty little scumbag anyways. He deserves a slut like you if I'm honest. And I mean, sure, you were like a puppeteer, weren't you? Of course you always controlled me. Because it's not possible for someone to have their own opinions that aren't influenced by Scarlet chuffing Berringworth. Well, not nowadays. As for the drugs, shove it up your fat arse. I don't give a crap what they say about me anymore. All those pictures taught me to tune it all out. Besides, do you know how many people said I had nice tits in them?" I smirked, adrenaline fueling me.
Scarlet's jaw dropped open. She quickly tried to compose her features, but it was too late. That little slip up was all I had needed. I had gotten to her, and I was ecstatic.
"Well, he's never asked for naked photos of me. And he has shagged me, thank you very much. Many times. He's so strong, you know, but cuddly and warm at the same time. He's the perfect gentleman. It's me who gets to lay next to him at night, me who gets to look into those gorgeous brown eyes and stroke that glossy dark hair. It's me he loves. I'm the one who wins. Everything."

I laughed. A look of confusion crossed Scarlets face.

"Scar, babe, it's fine. I get it. You win! You always did. You and Tom deserve each other. You're the perfect match. But we were always such a great team! I never wanted any of this to happen. I actually have a little something for you. For the good times." I put on my most convincing grin and reached back into my pocket as if to produce the gift I had promised. Suddenly, with all the force I could excert, my fist snapped forward into Scarlet's face. The crunching noise as it connected with her nose sent a wonderful thrill of satisfaction through my whole body.

"Oh.... My... FreakingJesus! I cannot believe you just did that! Haha, you know, I was gonna make this easier for you, but now? Oh, this is gonna be good..." Scarlet turned around to face the front of the lockers. "You.... Yes, you. Blondie, with the rats tails hair, who needs to learn how to use concealer. Yes, yes, you. Oh for Gods sake, just go and get the Headmaster. Now!"

The small blonde girl scurried away, slightly resembling a rabbit in the headlights. Poor thing.

I giggled as Scarlet turned back to face me. Her face was pale; her nose red and dripping blood. However, I could punch her 1000 times and she'd still look stunning. It was rather infuriating.
Her bright eyes glazed over, and she glared at me.

"You, are so dead. You just couldn't let me have this one thing. You always have to ruin things for me! Well, it's payback time. We really could have made this work; you could have become part of my group, hung around with us, regained some popularity. But now? No way. You're leaving, for good."

And something about the tone of her voice sent a shiver down my spine.