A/N: Hey guys! It's Spring Break right now and I have absolutely zero plans. So I figured I'd update a chapter (:

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"I know he's living in Hell every single day," ~David Cook

Carly's POV (March 16)

I yawned and sat up, blinking at the light shining in through my window. I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and was attacked by my aunt.

"Happy birthday, honey!" She sang. "I'm so sorry but I have to work late tonight, so I'm taking you somewhere special before school. This is from Paul, he told me to tell you happy birthday just in case he doesn't see you today," She said, handing me a bag filled with tissue paper. Paul is my aunt's boyfriend, he's pretty cool. I pulled the green and yellow paper away to find a new pair of black skinny jeans, a belt with zombies on it, and a Mayday Parade shirt. All right. Paul's amazing.

"Guess I know what I'm wearing today," I said as I walked up the stairs back into my room. I picked up my blinking phone, alerting me that I had several messages. I decided to check my voicemail first.

"Carly's like a melody in my head that I can't keep out, it's got me singin' like; na na na na every day. It's like my Ipod's stuck on replay. Happy birthday! Love you." I smiled and checked my text messages.

David: Happy birthday!

Morgan: Happy birthday girlie!

The next message was from Adam.

Happy Birthday, Love. Am I picking you up for school today?

Nah, my aunt is taking me somewhere. I'll see you when I get there (:

I got dressed, grabbed my backpack and headed back downstairs.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

Aunt Heather smiled. "You'll see." Somehow I expected that answer..

*****

I took the tiny plastic card out of my wallet once again and stared at it. I somehow felt more powerful than before, since I have my driver's license....even though I don't have a car.

"Thanks for the present, Aunt Heather," I said, half hugging her as best as I could while seat belted in a car.

"I thought you'd like it. It may come in handy sometime in the near future," she winked at me. We turned the corner onto our street, and there was a car in our driveway that I'd never seen before.

"Did Paul get a new car?"

"Something like that..."

We turned into the driveway next to the mystery car and I gasped; there was a big red bow on the hood of the car, and Paul was standing next to it smiling. I got out of the car and walked over to Paul.

"Is...Is this for me?" I asked. He nodded.

"Happy birthday, hon." I almost fainted. The car was a black 2010 Volvo s80. Paul got me a Volvo. Did I mention I'm like a niece to him? I launched myself into Paul's arms and hugged him.

"Thank you so much! I love it!" I squealed.

He laughed and patted my back. "I'm glad you love it. Now get to school and show everyone how amazing I am."

*****

Morgan's POV

I rested my elbow on my desk, put my head in my hand, and stared out the window. Mr. Bunker was going on and on about I don't even know what, since I'm too bored to listen. I watched in astonishment as a shiny new black car pulled into a parking spot in the student parking lot. No one had a car like that, only like, famous people!

"David!" I whispered, kicking him in the shin. He glared at me and looked over.

"What?!"

"I think there's a celebrity here! Maybe it's Johnny Depp!" I whispered excitedly. He looked unsure of that, but he started looking out the window anyway.

"Mr. Cook, Ms. Hills, I am over here," Mr. Bunker said angrily. We gave him our best sarcastic "I'm sorry" face and turned to face him, although we still had no idea what he was saying. Minutes later, Carly, dressed head to toe in new clothes, handed the teacher a late slip and sat down.

"Did you see Johnny Depp when you came in?!" I practically screamed at her.

"No...Johnny Depp's here?" She asked, confused.

"Well we saw a black Volvo in the parking lot...."

She laughed. "That's my car."

"Aww! I wanted it to be Johnny!" I pouted.

"I'm sorry I'm not Johnny Depp, are you happy now?" She said to me. The realization of what she said just sank in.

"YOU GOT A CAR LIKE THAT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?!"

Mr. Bunker cleared his throat loudly at the front of the classroom. "May I continue?"

"..Yes, yes you can."

*****

Carly's POV

"Happy birthday!" Morgan and David sang as we were walking to chorus. David walked up and handed me the biggest teddy bear I've ever seen and it was holding something. I took the little tissue paper-wrapped present from its gigantic hands and unwrapped it, finding a band T-shirt and purple eyeliner. I couldn't stop laughing for about two minutes.

"I thought that was for me!" Morgan whined.

David laughed too. "Maybe you shouldn't spy on me then."

Morgan rolled her eyes and handed me the second biggest teddy bear I've seen, and it was holding balloons. "All right, it's going to be hard enough to carry one of these, but two?! Why did you get the biggest ones you could find?!"

They smiled. "To show how much we love you. Actually it's to make sure everyone in the school knows it's your birthday."

"Gee, thanks."

We walked into the classroom and sat down, and David screamed, "Mrs. Kimsey! It's Carly's birthday!"

I turned bright red and screamed back, "NO IT'S NOT!"

Morgan made a face at me and raised an eyebrow. "Really Carly? You're carrying two ginormous teddy bears with balloons that say 'Happy Birthday' on them. Who are you kidding?"

"Shut up!"

Once the bell rang and everyone was in their seats, the teacher started playing 'Happy Birthday' on the piano and motioned for me to stand up. I stood shakily to my feet while every person in the room sang happy birthday to me in a perfect five-part harmony. In case you've never had sixty-something people sing to you on your birthday, it's pretty nerve-wracking.

"Dude, I actually think your scalp turned red," David pointed out as I sat back down. "See?" He traced his finger down the part in my hair and I smacked him.

"Shut up!"

"He's right you know," Morgan said. "Your ears are even red!"

I ignored them as the teacher started talking. "Okay class, we will be continuing the movie today, so you can sit wherever you want today."

Adam got up and walked over to where the three of us were sitting and sat down next to me.

"Hey, Sweets. Happy birthday," He said, kissing me on the cheek.

"You're not going to give me a giant teddy bear, are you?" I joked, half serious.

He grinned. "Nah, I figured I'd get you something else." He handed me a little rectangular box. A box from the jewelry store. Poor Morgan.

I untied the ribbon and opened the box and covered my mouth with both hands; inside the box was a silver necklace with a C made out of tiny diamonds, and a heart-shaped diamond charm hung off of it.

"Holy shit, Adam," I whispered. "This must have cost like, a fortune!"

"Didn't your mommy ever tell you it's rude to talk about other peoples' money?"

No, they were always too busy talking about all of our money to ask about anyone else's.

"I love it! I said and kissed him on the lips for about two seconds, because then our teacher started screaming at us.

"No kissing! You know what happens when you kiss a boy? You get pregnant!"

I stared at her. "Um, I'm pretty sure I'm not going to get pregnant by kissing Adam."

"Yes you will!"

"Allrighty then...."

*****

"Morgan, come on. That waiter was totally gay," I argued as I unlocked my front door once we got back from dinner. I walked into my living room and froze.

"Surprise! Happy birthday!" Abby, Sarah and Rachel squealed. All three of them were in identical outfits; A Hollister T-shirt with jean shorts that made strippers look like Nuns, and flip flops. Every single one of their bleached blonde hairs were perfectly straightened. They all ran over to me at once and hugged me. Could this get any worse?

"H-hey guys," I said nervously.

"Everyone misses you so much! We wish you could come back, Lacy isn't anywhere near as great of a captain as you were. The whole squad agrees with us! We miss you being there, too. Our little group hasn't been the same without you."

"Squad?" I heard Morgan say. She's definitely pissed.

"Carly who are these people?" Adam asked suspiciously.

The trio looked away from me and over at Adam, Morgan and David, who were returning their stare right back at them.

"Who are they?" Abby asked, a disgusted look on her face. I looked around, starting to panic.

"We're her friends," Morgan spat.

That made them all laugh. "Really? We'll we've been her best friends ever since cheer school when we were five," Rachel spat back.

Morgan turned and stared at me, a look of hatred on her face. "Cheer school?! You were just like them?!"

"Uh, yeah. And Carly, did that car crash mess up your brain, because you said you'd rather die than hang out with the cutters. You made fun of those type of people, and now your one of them? What's up?"

"I DON'T FUCKING BELIEVE YOU!" Morgan screamed at me, angry tears spilling down her cheeks. She stomped to the door and ran out, slamming the door on her way.

David sighed and shook his head, then walked outside after Morgan.

It was only me, my minions, and Adam left, and he was staring at me with a pained expression. I took a half step towards Adam. "Adam, please-"

"Save it." He walked out the door after the others. I turned to face my unwanted visitors, who were staring at me.

"Well, I'm glad that's over-"

"Get. Out." I said through gritted teeth.

Sarah's jaw dropped, and she cocked her head to the side. "We flew all the way up here to spend time with you and you want us to go back?"

"GET OUT! ALL OF YOU JUST GET OUT!"

*****

Morgan's POV

Angry tears streaming down my face, I plopped down in the passenger's seat of David's car. "C-could you take m-me to your house? I don't w-want to go home right n-n-now," I stuttered.

He sighed and looked at me with a sad look on his face. "Sure, Hon. I just wish you didn't have to see that..."

I snapped my head up and looked him straight in the eye. "You knew and you didn't tell me?"

"If I told you it would've made it worse! I know what the preps do to you."

I sighed and shook my head. "Do you want to know the real reason why I cut? It's because of my jackass step dad and alcoholic mom. Ever since he came, she was a totally different person. She told me that her and my dad would always be together."

David looked at me, confused. "Step dad?"

I nodded. "My real dad was great, we were best friends. He loved my mom so much. But the second he died she got a new husband and started drinking, and I hate them both now. I mean yeah, the preps make my life Hell, but they're not the main reason."

"I'm so sorry Morgan," David said as he pulled into his driveway.

"Whatever," I said, walking into his house and up the stairs. "I'll be in the bathroom." I tossed my bag onto the counter, slid down onto the floor and sobbed. All of this was just too much. Every day I get tormented at home, then I go to school and get tormented by my classmates. Now I get insulted by total strangers and find out that one of my best friends has a very interesting past, and my boyfriend knew about it. I sighed and stood up, searching in my bag for my escape. Satisfied, I pulled out my razor and slid it across my wrist as hard as I could. I felt a sting that I didn't normally feel. I gasped and looked down at the incredibly dangerously deep cuts, blood pouring out of them fast. I was beginning to feel dizzy.

"David!" I screamed frantically. "David!"

I grabbed the handle and flung open the door, but I was too dizzy. I fell to the ground with a thud.

Carly's POV

I got up from the couch and checked the time. Midnight. I'd been sitting on the couch, crying, for four hours. But I deserved it. I walked over to the three wrapped boxes left behind by my unexpected surprises and opened them; a pair of white UGG boots, a new jacket, and a Hollister shirt. I hiccupped and threw them off to the side when my phone rang. It was David.

"H-hello?"

"I hope you're happy," He sobbed. "Thanks to you, my girlfriend might die."

To be Continued....

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