A/N: I'm really depressed right now and I know this chapter sucks. But I can't write while I feel this way. So enjoy and I'll update as soon as I feel better.

Cami's Point of View

Pretty much I knew from day one that Scarlette hated me. It did matter to me much because I liked Luna. But the cost for hanging with Luna was spending time with Scarlette. It was a price I was willing to pay.

I met Luna when I was sixteen. I had lived in California with my sister for about a year after I got tight with Luna before everything seemed to change. We worked in a coffee shop to make ends meet, but since I was hanging with Luna, our money problems disappeared. Star even got a part in some commercial. After that, her agent got her some more jobs, one being an extra in a movie.

I was happier here than I was in Nevada. I still worried that my dad would try and find me, but Luna promised that if he did, she would kill him. I trusted Luna with my life.

For a year I stayed with Luna. The girl was a party freak and every night she was in a club. After a while she began to date some guy named Neil. I was happy for her, but I still hated that fact that she was "in love with him." I wanted to slap her every time she said it. The more time she spent with Neil, the less time she had for me and Scar.

I rocked up at home one day after school. Luna had been dating Neil for about three days at the time. Scar had given me a lift home because she had wanted to talk about Luna. Instead we ended up planing on going out tonight. Scar had told me what to wear and had arranged to pick me up at seven.

When I walked into the apartment, I heard Star talking to someone. I hadn't been spotted yet, so I decided to listen.

"You are not going to take her back! I saw what she looked like when she got here. You're lucky I didn't call the police." Star said.

"Well, I want her back." It was my father.

I went and hid in my room. It was only after I heard my father leave did I come out.

"Star." I said thickly. I had been crying.

"He's not going to get you, sweetie." My sister said.

I hugged her. "You promise?"

"Yeah. Come, lets get something to eat."

"I can get the gang on him, Cam." Scar said. "But Luna would be your best bet."

I stirred my drink with a straw.

"Luna's different now." I said, stating the obvious. "She hasn't been at home or school. She never clubs any more. It's only been three days, but she's hooked on Neil."

"All bloody Neil's fault." Scar hissed, placing her head in her hands. "Luna would not do something like this."

"I know." I said, turning to the door.

Some dark haired goddess walked into the bar. She had an Adonis of a man hanging on her arm. She was different from the girl I once knew because her black hair had streaks of pink and blue in it. She seemed to shine as she walked in the club. Her nose had a silver star stud in it and her ears were covered in as many piercings as Scar had. Luna hated needles so I wondered how she got it done.

"Oh my..." Scar said, looking at Luna when she walked in.

Scar grabbed my arm and dragged me over to Luna. She stopped and looked us over while Scar tapped her foot. I could tell they where measuring each other up.

"Where the hell have you been, Luna?" Scar said.

"Around, bitch." Her words held a venom I had never heard before.

"We need your help, Luna." I said.

"What makes you think I'll ever help you?" She hissed before taking Neil's hand and heading to the dance floor.

I stood there, my mouth open. How could someone change so much in three days?

"Come on." Scar said. "We're leaving. I need to talk to Shawn about Luna anyway."

We looked at Luna again, but she seemed different now. More bubbly.

"Did she just do what I think she did?" Scar said, looking at Luna's arm.

I took notice for the first time. Luna's arms were covered in scars from injecting drugs into her system.

"Shawn!" Scar yelled as we walked into the alley.

"What's up?" He came running.

Scar looked worried and Shawn gasped.

"What's wrong? What happened?" He asked.

"It's Luna." Scar said, bursting into tears.

Luna's Point of View

I was dancing with Neil when suddenly someone grabbed my arm. Scar dragged me to the edge of the dance floor where Cami was waiting for us.

"What?" I shouted at her.

"Cami's dad is in town. We need your help." Scar said.

"Why don't you just get Shawn and his boys on it? I'm busy." I replied.

"Look, Luna. Shawn says I can't be in the gang anymore if you don't stop doing drugs." Scar shot at me.

I covered my arms the best I could and grabbed a drink as a waiter breezed by.

"Just fuck off, Scar." I said, taking a drink from the glass.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that!" She yelled back.

"You're nothing to me!" I yelled at her. "I hate you, bitch!"

"I fucking hate you more!" She replied.

"You know what? Why don't you just fucking well leave me alone? You can stay in Shawn's dumb gang because we are no longer friends." I said, flicking my hair.

I threw a drink in her face and headed off to find Neil. Neil followed like a loyal puppy. We began to dance, but Scar kept glaring at me. It pissed me off.

"Neil, baby." I whispered into his ear as I put my arms around his neck. "This club is boring."

"So what do you wanna do?" He asked.

"Let's go back to your place." I smiled, my hints hitting home.

"Sure, babe." He kissed me.

As we walked out I threw Scar a dirty look.

When I looked in the mirror, I hardly recognised myself. My hair had coloured highlights in it. Pink and blue. I had fake earrings around me ear lobes and a fake nose ring. I pulled the magnetic earrings off, touching the skin that was whole.

Neil was at work. I had stayed home, not really wanting to go to school because I didn't want to see Scar and Cami. Instead I cleaned the small apartment I shared with Neil.

My parents had kicked me out of the house when I started dating Neil because they thought he was a bad influence. I didn't care what they thought because I was happy.

I decided to go for a walk. Neil wouldn't be home for another hour. Picking up a box of smokes and a few bills, I headed out. I put my iPod headphones in and began to rock out to some of my favorite songs. I lit up a smoke as I walked, thinking about what I was going to cook for supper.

As I walked, I got a feeling that I was being followed. Carefully, I looked over my shoulder and saw some old guy following me. His ginger hair was long and messy. His bead was the same colour as his hair and was just as messy. I was sure I could see old bits of food tangled in his hair. His clothing was totally ugly and messy. As he can closer I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Hey, babe." He slurred drunkenly.

"Got lost." I said.

"Like, what are you? From Japan?" He said. "Your skin is the wrong colour. Hey, I know. You're an Indian."

He tried to grab my arm.

"Fuck off, loser!" I said.

"Who cares? You pretty." He said, trying to push me against a wall.

I kicked him down south and he hunched over.

"Bitch." He said.

"You drunken fuck up." I said. "Don't you dare call me a bitch."

He lost interest in me and stumbled away. I made sure he was gone before I ran back to Neil's apartment.

"You okay, babe?" Neil said when he walked in.

"Sure. I'm great." I replied. "Let's go out tonight. I wanna dance."

Neil looked at my outfit. I wore black heels and a short black skirt. My top exposed my toned stomach. My hair was tied in a high pony tail and I wore simple make up.

"Baby, I'll take you anywhere." He said, coming close to kiss me.

We went on the Harley to some club. I danced with Neil, aware of the guys staring at me. The whole club thing was getting really old. I was just about to head to the bar when I saw the creepy guy from earlier walk in. At the same moment I saw Scar and Cami at the bar. They both saw the creep and Cami freaked out.

"Neil, baby." I whispered to him. "I'll be back now."

I headed off to the bathroom. Once I was inside I called a friend of mine who worked s a police man. He agreed to come and sort out the problems I was having.

I found Neil and told him I was going outside. He went to the bar to greet some friends and I slipped out. I lit my smoke and took a long drag.

"There you are, sexy." The crazy hippie said to me.

"Go away." I said.

"I like my girls with some colour. Cami was ever so pale." He teased. "Heard you were tight with her. No wonder she left your slutty ass behind."

"I will fuck you up, old man." I said, clenching my fist.

"Make me." He said, coming in my face.

"Oh, I will." I said through clenched teeth.

I hit him as hard as I could.

"That all you got?" He asked, rubbing his jaw.

"No. Wanna see?" I taunted.

I lit a smoke, watching Cami's father twitch on the floor. Cami and Scar had come out and watched the end of the fight.

"That's the last thing I'm doing for either of you." I hissed. "Leave me alone."

Cami nodded slowly and Scar just glared at me. I stomped out my smoke and headed into the club, my goal being to find Neil.