Author's note: Hi readers- I'm back and your reviews made me feel much better. I appreciate it- okay so..here it goes. Zoey Anderson starts off the story.


I sat on the living room couch, in my pajamas as I waited for my mother to get back from work. I later on heard the sound of the door opening. In came my mother with a tired look on her face. She came towards me, putting her purse on the couch and taking a seat next to me. She looked as if she was relieved to be home, away from work.

"You look exhausted mom.."

"Yeah, It was a busy day. They had a lot going on and I'm just so tired." She replied "As soon as I get off this couch, I'm going to take a hot bath and then go to sleep"

I nodded my head. "yeah, that sounds like a great idea, but I wanted to tell you that I have a friend at school and-"

"Zoey that's wonderful" She said excitedly, interrupting my sentence. "see? I knew you would make friends..so what she's like?"

I laughed at my mother assuming that my friend was a girl. "Actually HE'S a really nice guy—and I want you to meet him" I said with a slight smile.

I became a little nervous. My mother was quiet for a few seconds, but I was quickly relieved once I saw a smile appear on her face.

"That's great sweetheart—but you have to be careful. He may seem like a nice guy, but you're never too sure."

"Trust me mom, I've been talking to him basically since I transferred here…he's nice and it was his idea to meet you"

"How old is he?" She asked, with one eyebrow raised

"….14" I said in a low voice while covering my face with both hands. I was filled with embarrassment. I always pictured myself liking someone older. I was supposed to be the younger one.

"Is it weird that he's 14 and I'm 15?" I asked, still embarrassed

She laughed. "Of course not, Zoey-I was actually relieved. I thought you were going to tell me he was a senior or something and you know guys their age only want one thing"

*I'm pretty sure they all want that one thing* I thought to myself.

"So when can he come over?" I asked nervously.

"Saturday, this weekend-no more questions tonight okay?"

"I need to take my bath and go to sleep. Goodnight sweetheart, don't stay up too late" She said, making her way up the stairs.


Riley Freeman- POV

While at school, me and Cindy sat in the library studying definitions for our Biology 1 class. Granddad had been on my ass about my grades(no homo), so I had to step it up. Even though we were studying, my mind would get off track and I would think about Zoey.

"Can you please pay attention?" Cindy asked annoyed.

"…I am payin attention- stop sweatin me. damn"

"Fine, you the one who asked for help—shit, if you wanna fail- go right ahead" She said, getting up from the table.

"..Okay, I'm sorry- I'll pay attention alright?"

She sat back down "Yeah, you should be sorry because I don't have to be here. I could be in the cafeteria eating lunch with Kevin"

"Kevin who?" I asked with my eyebrow raised

"Kevin Davis-don't act like you don't know him. The junior on the basketball team? Number 24"

I shook my head from side to side "Never heard of the nigga"

Of course, I was lying. I knew who the nigga was. I had to go to basketball tryouts with him. He made the team and I didn't. Coach even told me I was better than him, but my cocky attitude and ball hogging kept me from making the team. He told me to comeback next year when I learned some sportsmanship. Ain't that some ol bullshit?

"Whatever, you're just jealous cause he's on the team and you're not" she said, laughing afterwards.

"Jealous of what? That nigga is garbage- Coach only let him on the team because I didn't have enough sportsmanship...oh wait, let me guess—you think you the shit now because you dating a junior?- a junior that sucks ass at basketball, nigga don't even have a car, no money and you braggin like you got something? You better think again"

Cindy looked at me in silence, I could see the anger all over her face. "Have a nice time failing the test tomorrow" she said, getting up from the table once again- except this time…I didn't hold her back. I wasn't making no apology. The nigga she was dating was lame as fuck and I knew she was trying to make me jealous, so I had to snap her ass back into reality.

I was sitting to the back of the library, where nobody was around and decided to text Zoey to meet me there since Cindy bailed on a nigga.


Zoey Anderson- POV

Usually I'm in the library at lunch time, reading a book or doing homework, but today was a change of plans. I had a test that I needed to finish, which caused me to stay in 5th period a little longer than usual. Minutes later I finally finished, walking out with satisfactory because I knew I did well on my test. I went to my locker afterwards, so I could put up my 5th period books and get what I needed for my 6th period art class. As I opened my locker I saw a folded sheet of paper. I didn't remember using any paper or folding it up, so out of curiosity...I decided to see what it was. I regretted that decision. "Not this again" I said to myself in a low tone. The note read the words: Dear devil worshiping whore, You are not welcomed to this school. You are a freak, a nobody and hardly anyone knows you exist- do us all a favor and just kill yourself-sincerely, the whole school.

I took a deep breath and put the note in my bag. I refused to let this ignorance get to me. Even though I wanted to get my razor and cut myself so badly like the last time-I decided to fight the urge.

I checked my phone to see what time it was and noticed I got a text message from Riley 10 minutes ago, telling me to meet him in the library.

When I arrived there, I spotted him sitting at the back of the library, flipping through pages of a book. I took a seat at his table, sitting across from him. "So what's going on?" I asked in a dull voice. I was still upset about the mysterious note that appeared in my locker.

"Why you sounding all down and shit?" Riley asked.

I became silent, not knowing whether I wanted to tell him what just happened.

"How am I supposed be your friend, but you can't even tell me nothing?" he asked, touching my hand.

I looked down at the table, avoiding eye contact with Riley. "Someone left a mean note in my locker."

"And it must have happened recently because when I got my books for 5th period..there wasn't any note to be found" I said, continuing on.

"Well what did it say?" Riley asked.

I lifted my head up and reached for my bag, pulling out the note. "here..read it for yourself" I said, sliding it over.

I watched him as he read the note and later looked up at me- "Who the fuck would write something like this?" he asked. I could hear the anger in his voice. He seemed more ticked off than I was.

I shrugged my shoulders "I don't know Riley...this is the 2nd time this has happened to me"

"So this shit happened before? Why you didn't say anything?"

"Because no one needs to know- I only told you because you asked and you're my friend-just don't tell anyone about this Riley-it's not a big deal"

"It is a big deal and I'm not no snitch, but I'm sayin..you should try to find out who did this shit- you can't let em get away with it"

Riley had paused for a moment, looking as if he were in deep thought. He folded up the note and put it in his pocket.

"I'll be back.." he said, getting up from the table.

"Where are you going?" I asked, confused.

"Don't worry about it..I'll be back- just stay here"

I watched him as he walked further and further away from the table, making his way to the door. As soon as he left out, I got up and planned on following him…secretly of course. I wanted to see what he was up to. After I made it out of the library, I saw Riley making his move, walking up the hallway. I continued to stay behind, watching him from a distance. He made a right turn to the other side of the hallway and I slowly followed, but decided not to turn right once I heard Riley talking to a girl, who's voice sounded quite familiar.


Riley Freeman POV

"Just the person I wanted to see." I said, walking towards Cindy. She was making her way down the hall as I was making my way up. When Zoey told me about the hate note that mysteriously got in her locker, it made me think for a minute- It was all a little too coincidental for me.

"and why do you want to see me?" she asked.

"Zoey found a real fucked up note in her locker—you know anything about that?"

Cindy looked at me confused. "I don't have a fuckin clue what you're talking about" she said rolling her eyes. I laughed at her bad acting.

"Okay, maybe this will freshin up your memory" I said, pulling out the note, exposing it right in her face.

"That's not my handwriting." She said, calmly.

"No shit..you probably wrote a different handwriting on purpose—"

"Get that note out of my damn face- I don't have time for this shit" she said, beginning to walk off. I pulled her back quickly.

"Look, we supposed to be friends Cindy..and I got a feeling you lying to me. It's kind of funny how all of sudden when I talk shit about your boyfriend, a note appears in Zoey's locker-all I want to know is if you did it or not- we've been coo since the 3rd grade- you ain't gotta lie to me-we'll still be friends."

She looked at me quietly for a few seconds and then responded.

"I don't fuckin like the bitch-and It's so annoying how you want to be around her-I just don't get it."

"Why are you worried about who I hang with Cindy? You have a boyfriend..so what's the problem?"

"I don't know- It's not like I want you back or anything because I'm so over you, but when you said those things about Kevin..it pissed me off, so I wrote the note."

I looked at her with my arms folded with a scowl expression on my face "That was real fucked up Cindy"

She sighed heavily with a guilty look on her face. "don't be mad at me Riley- I just feel like you could do better than some Devil worshiping bitch..."

"How can you call her that when you don't even know her?"

"Yeah, you don't even know me" a voice said, coming towards us. Me and Cindy both turned our heads and saw Zoey. She looked angry, but in a calm way. She walked towards Cindy looking at her face to face.

"You are a pathetic human being. How could you write a note like that?" Zoey asked calmly.

Zoey's voice became more stronger as she continued on.

"Do you know where I live? Are you in my fucking house? Are you fucking psychic?- because you damn sure act like you know it all—and for your fucking information- lets get this shit crystal clear…I don't worship the devil and just because a person dresses in black, doesn't mean they're a Satanist—read a book sweetheart and learn something for once in your sorry life"

After that, Zoey began to walk off, but quickly stopped and turned around. "Riley- I forgot to mention that my mother said you can come over Saturday- so I'll see you there?" she asked.

I nodded my head "fuckin right I'll be there"

"Good" she said, walking off. I turned to look at Cindy, who's face was red as fuck. She was obviously pissed off. "damn, she really made you mad huh?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes at my question. "I could have fucked that girl up easily. I'm just trying to be a good friend to you.—you know what I'm sayin? I couldn't have your bitch looking all bloody with no teeth and shit"


Zoey Anderson-POV

Relaxation is what I needed after my crazy day of school. I just wanted to lay in bed all day and never get up. Once I made it home, I went straight up the stairs to my room and plopped down on my bed, feeling relieved to be away from school, away from the ignorance that I had to deal with on a daily basis. I was getting so sick of this unnecessary drama. I was still thinking about the note Cindy put in my locker until I thought to myself *Maybe I should try something different besides wearing black all the time—maybe then, people will get off my fucking case*

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my cell phone ringing.

"Yeah?" I asked, answering phone. I knew it was Riley from the caller ID.

"I just wanted to check on you and make sure you was alright.-so you good?" he asked

I made a deep sigh and then answered "..yeah- im fine. I just think I'm ready to change"

"Change like what?" he asked curiously

"I don't know…maybe get a new wardrobe, so people can get the fuck off my case and stop calling me a devil worshiper"

"sounds coo to me- we can go to the mall together…I could help you pick some shit out"

"No offense Riley, but you're the last person I need styling tips from"

"Whatchu talking bout? – I stay clean."

I laughed at his statement. "yeah- your style fits you, but I need something that's me-" I said, playing with my hair

"I'll help you find what you need, just so I can spend some time with you"

I became silent for a minute thinking to myself. I couldn't believe what Riley had said. It still seemed weird having someone care and actually want to be around you. With years of mental abuse from my father, I thought I would never find a guy who actually cared about me. Feeling ugly and worthless for many years just doesn't fade away that easily.

Author- I was going to add more, but then it would have been a really ridiculously long chapter- so until next time. Thanks once again, leave reviews please =D