Nikki walked to her locker two days later at school. She opened it to find flowers. She scrunched her eyebrows and smelled them.

"Don't worry, I got Jim to open it for me, I don't have your combo," Cal said.

"Their beautiful," Nikki smiled as she looked down at the red roses.

"Look, I know we've only been on one date, and I acted kinda like a jerk, but I really like you."

Nikki smiled and blushed a bit. "I like you too."

"So... I... uh... was wondering... you um... want to be my girlfriend?"

"Cal," Nikki said. "We only went out on one date."

"So that's a no?" he asked.

"I..." Nikki began, but saw his puppy dog eyes. "I'm gonna have to think about it."

"Okay," he sighed and nodded. He walked away. Nikki smelled the flowers again.

"You gonna say yes?" someone said from behind her.

Nikki turned around. "I don't know. I really like him though..."

Aaron sighed.

"What?" Nikki said. "Why wouldn't I say yes?"

"I don't like him Nikki. I don't think he's that great of a guy," Aaron said. Nikki was surprised.

"That's because you're overprotective and need to let me make my own decisions," Nikki said putting one book in her locker and taking another out. She closed it shut. "Which will be a 'yes' by the way." She walked away.

Nikki was sitting in the studio in her house with Diane.

"He said that!" Diane yelled.

"Yeah, surprised me too," Nikki said sadly.

"Did you kick his ass?"

"No."

"Punch him?"

"No," Nikki sighed.

"Slap him?" she asked hopefully.

"I did not use any form of violence," Nikki said.

"Nikki, he insulted your parents, your job, music in general, and that basically your entire life," Diane said.

"The band, you guys are my best friends, thats in my life," Nikki pointed out.

"Nik, I said music. Band falls in the category of music."

"Shut up," she said."And he apologized and gave me flowers."

"Does he know that you're everything he hates?"

"No," Nikki said. "And I'd rather not talk about it.

"Fine changing the subject," Diane sighed. "Why are we in here anyways?"

"Sound proof, so my parents can't listen," Nikki smirked.

"Famous parents, rockstar, sound proof place to talk about stuff, you are living the teenage dream."

"Yes, and keeping a secret life from your boyfriend is so much better!"

"So?" Diane smiled. "It's official?"

"Tomorrow when I tell him it is," Nikki sighed.

"After one date? Where he dissed everything you love?"

"Look, maybe when he finds out about my real life, which won't be for awhile, his opinion might change. But fro now, I'm giving him a chance."

"Don't say I didn't warn you..."

"Look, Jim and Aaron already aren't Cal's biggest fans, so it would help if one of my friends supported me. I need someone on my side."

"N-I-K-K-I, go Nikki!" Diane unenthusiastically cheered. Nikki dropped her arms by her side. "What?" Diane smiled. "I was cheering for you, I'm on your team. And besides, doesn't Cal like cheerleaders?"

"Shut up!" Nikki yelled.

A week later, Nikki sat down at Cal's lunch table. Besides him, there were three members of the football team and two bleach blonde girls who kept putting on lip gloss.

"O-M-G, Lisa! Burberry is way cuter than Dior!" the first fake blonde said.

"Nah-uh, Dior is ah-mazing," Lisa said.

"Do they always act like this?" Nikki whispered to Cal.

"Nah, sometimes they fight over shoe brands," he said like it was no big deal. Nikki winced.

"So then I say to her, 'You know you want me', she gets all up in my face and says 'Oh yeah?', we make out for two hours," one of the football players said.

"Man! Awesome!" Cal high fived him. Nikki rolled her eyes in disgust.

"Nikki? Nikki?" Lisa said.

"Huh?" Nikki turned to them.

"Where do you stand, Dior or Burberry?"

"Uh, I'm not really into designers," Nikki said.

"Excuse us for a minute," Cal said and got up he pulled Nikki with him.

"Ow!" She said and whacked his arm.

"Sorry," he said. "Babe, these are my friends, and I really want you to make a good impression on them. They're gonna be your friends too."

"So what am I supposed to do? Act like something I'm not?"

"No. Just start to get into the stuff Lisa and Cara are into. That's all," he kissed her cheek. "Thanks."

"Your welcome," she grumbled as they walked back to the table. Nikki pasted a fake smile on her face. "So? What was I saying?"

"That you weren't into any designers," Cara crossed her arms.

"Those designers," Nikki giggled. "I'm way more into Coach and Chanel."

The girls nodded.

Another week had passed, and Nikki sat down to lunch with Cal's group of friends.She was wearng a hite mini skitr with a fitted hot pink polo.

"Hey look," Cal whispered. "It's a G Major dork." He pointed at Aaron.

"How do you know?" Lisa asked.

"Heard him talking to someone on his cell, said he'd meet them at G Major that day. I've also seen his passcard."

"You saw his passcard?" Nikki asked. Usually they were all really protective of their passcards, since Darius usually doesn't give anyone under the age of 18 one.

"Well, sorta. It was just something in his bag that said G Major," Cal said. Aaron came closer. "Hey loser! Why don't you just go record to get out of class!"

Everyone at the table laughed except Nikki.

"Shut up," Aaron said tiredly.

"Aw, you don't like the insults? Why don't you just get Darius Mills to protect you?" Cal said.

Aaron looked at Nikki, expecting her to do something. She just sat.

"Wait, wait, better yet, get Mr. BoyzAttack and his slut of the week Jude Harrison to help you out!" Cal laughed. THey rest of the table laughed except for Nikki who tried to hold back her tears.

"Nikki," Aaron said waking closer to them to try and comfort her, but Cal stood up.

"Hey! No G Major rockstar wannabe is going near my girl!" Cal shouted. Nikki sat silently looking at the ground. Aaron looked at her and saw she wasn't going to do anything about the situation.

"Fine," Aaron said backing away. He walked out of the cafeteria.

"That's right! Walk away!" Lisa shouted after him.

"You okay babe?" Cal said putting his arm around Nikki. "I promise, he won't ever speak to you again."

"Whatever, I need to go to the bathroom," Nikki said. She quickly got up and walked out of the cafeteria, trying to hold back her tears. She got into the hallway and sniffled.

"What's wrong with you?" a voice from behind her said. She turned around to face Aaron. "You just let them trash everything you are."

"I know, but Cal..."

"Cole!" He yelled at her. It was the nickname he had for her. He ointed at her outfit. "Look at you.You've been dressing preppy, skipping out on studio time, barely speaking to me Jim, and Diane. You're letting them change you!"

"No, I'm not," she said.

"When was the last time you tried writing a song?" he asked.

"I have writer's block," she said defensively.

"Singing?" he asked.

"I'm going on vocal rest fro a bit..." she said nervously.

"Played your guitar?" he asked.

"I..."

"You're hands are fine, Nikki," he said crossing his arms. "You're giving up music."

"Am not!"

"All for a guy you've known two weeks!"

"I'm not!" Nikki said through her tears. "I'm not giving up on music."

"Yeah you are," he said. "You need to break up with this guy."

"I can't," she threw her arms in the air.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I..." Nikki opened her mouth but the regretted what she was going to say.

"I can't believe this, Aaron laughed. "You love him?"

Nikki bit her lip. "I can't help it."

"Yeah, you can," he said. "Nikki. You can't be this stupid. You're lowering yourself to the standards of Lisa and Cara."

"You're comparing me to them?" Nikki asked with shock and disgust.

"I'm not even comparing," he stepped closer to her so he was looking down directly into her face. "You've become one of them."

"You're fired," she said harshly and coldly. She then muttered under her breath. "G Major loser."

"Hypocrite!" he said. "I was only at G Major because of you. Or have you forgotten who you really are already?"

Nikki stepped back. Not just from his words, but her own.

"I can't believe that I ever thought you were cool," he said walking down the hall. "You were just another fake."

She let her silent tears slide down her face as she ran to the bathroom. She walked over to a sink and braced herself as she looked in the mirror. She couldn't do anything. He was right, about Cal, about her music, and about her. Two weeks ago, she was Nikki, recording artsit, future popstar, and a girl who was true to herself. Now, she was a phony, forgetting her true friends, her regular activites, all for a guy and his friends. She had started reading about fad diets and designers just to fit in. She had even started to dress like them. She was forgetting who she really was anymore.