Vanessa's Point of View:
I haven't exactly quit my school since it was planned that I come back next year. Guess I'm coming back earlier than expected.
"School. Need a lift?" Braydon asked.
"Yes please." I grabbed my backpack and left with him.
Once I got to the school's yard. People everywhere, the groupies with their groups. Badasses in the corner. Band geeks talking to their fellows. Cheerleaders already in their damn outfit, jocks with their jock jacket on and throwing a football back and forth. This was where I belonged.
"Vanessa, what's up? I haven't seen you in a while." Kyle.
Kyle, school hottie. My crush before I left.
"Hi, Kyle." I showed him a smile.
Brown hair with blonde steaks. It's always been like that. Grey eyes. Taller than me. About the same height as Justin if not taller.
"Where were you?" He asked.
Why was he talking to me? We're not really friends, I've known him since elementary but we never really talked. I looked down to see if I look different or anything, I had white shorts on and a green t-shirt. Sneakers. Nothing special.
"Back and forth." I said.
No one knows I've been on tour with Justin. No one other than Meagan. There wasn't many "beliebers" at my school so they don't know anything. I wanna keep it that way.
"Meagan!" I shouted once I spotted her.
"Oh hey." She said and walked away from me.
The fuck?
"How are you?" I caught up with her.
"Good." She walked ahead again.
What was going on? Why isn't as talking to me?
"What's wrong?" I asked as I pulled her arm back lightly.
"Nothing's wrong." She pulled her arm back.
"Why aren't you talking to me?" I gave her a confused look.
"Haha, should I? I've been there for you your whole life! Then you get called off on your so called one of a lifetime opportunity and totally leave me in the ditch. Totally blew me off on my birthday, not one call. I didn't even know you already left until I asked Braydon. So continue what you were doing and leave me alone." She walked off leaving me looking like an idiot.
"V, come here." Kyle pulled me away.
"What happened to her?" I asked him with tears in my eyes.
Everything she said to me felt like a slap in the face. It hurt. I come back and my best friend tells me to leave her alone?
"Her dad passed away. She failed her big test and Austin just dumped her recently. Not her best week." He pulled me to his chest.
I pushed away. Kyle has a girlfriend. He always does, he's not really a player, but he's the type that's never single for longer than 24 hours. Girls are lining up for him.
"Fuck my life." I said more to myself.
"Hey, cheer up. I'm having a party this friday. You should come. Cut loose a little." He winked at me.
"I'll see." I said and walked off to Braydon.
I know that Kyle's just using me. I'm not that stupid. He may be gorgeous and all, but I just got played by Justin. I just can't risk it anymore.
"What's wrong?" Lucas asked when he saw me.
"Meagan just told me to fuck off."
"Where is she?" I held his arm back.
"It's my fault. I left without saying anything to her, forgot her birthday. My fault."
"Nothing's your fault." He said and gave me a hug.
"Ugh. I want a time machine."
"Don't we all?"
"What would you use it for?" I asked.
"Back to when I cheated on you, I would have opened my eyes and never done it. Maybe we would still be together by now." He whispered to me.
My eyes got wide. Lucas still likes me?
"Oh…"
"Don't be hitting on my sister again or I'll be hitting you." Braydon pulled me away from Lucas.
"Chill, bro." Lucas said.
"Haha. You hear that? You missed your chance." Matt chirped in.
"I gotta get to class." I walked off when the bell rang.
I walked to my locker, some girls stopped by.
"Why are you here? Shouldn't you be sucking Justin Bieber's dick or some shit?" I looked up, one of the cheerleaders.
"Fuck off." Chelsea came and stood in between the cheerleaders and me.
"Thanks." I said when they walked away.
"No problem, kiddo. If they ever bother you, just tell me and I'll make sure they never do so again." She gave me a pat on the head.
I smiled at her. Chelsea's my brother's girlfriend. She has red hair but it looks more golden. No freckles, perfect skin and body. She has a lot of confident. She used to be my role model before. Chelsea walked me to class then she left for hers.
"Oh! Vanessa! You're back. Would you like to tell us about your adventures while you were gone?" My favorite English teacher asked.
"No, thank you." I looked down at my books.
She didn't say another word and continued her teaching lessons.
End notes: What would your reaction/feelings be if I said that the next chapter is the end?
For those who read This Sick Game Called Fame, if I can just get at least 4 reviews about if you want a sequel to that, I'll do one. I had more plans but it was getting too long so I cut it short. REVIEW ON THAT STORY, NOT THIS ONE.