Okay, here's the thing.

If this is anything like the OC, then HONESTLY, it's a coincidence. Seriously.

Because NEVER in my natural born life have I sat down and watched an episode of the OC. Seriously.

I'm telling the truth.

You've got to believe me.

Seriously.

I'm Dreyton's girlfriend.

Don't ask me how that happened, because even I don't know. All I know is that he pressed me against the doorframe of the choir room and pressed his lips against mine, and we were suddenly interrupted.

"Uh... excuse me." Aiden tapped me on the shoulder and Dreyton pulled away from me. I gave Aiden a sarcastic smile, mentally slapping myself for almost getting lost in his amber topaz eyes, and stepped out of the way. "Thanks." he muttered.

"Stoner..." Dreyton spat after Aiden.

And I actually laughed.

"So we saw you and Dreyton in the hallway." Avery squeezed my arm. "I con't believe you have a boyfriend." I gave her a puzzled look. "No, it's not that you're ugly or anything, it's just that..." she trailed off and looked to Leila.

"No one 'dates' around here, Montez." she finished. "We hook up. End of discussion." she rolled her eyes and took a sip of her diet Coke. I immediately thought back to the night of my birthday party and how she had slapped that vial of coke in my palm. I remembered debating on whether I should've thrown the vial into our neighbor's yard, or kept it.

I stashed it in my underwear drawer.

"So what you're saying is that. No one has boyfriends? You just have sex with someone one night, then ignore the person completely the next day?" my voice was dripping with sarcasm, and I hoped that Leila would catch on.

She nodded her beautiful head. "Exactly." she smirked then looked down to my unopened lunch box. "You're gonna eat all that food?" she didn't try tohide her look of disgust. "I swear, Gabriella, you have the biggest appetite." she snapped.

I looked to Avery and Charley on either side of her. They were looking down at the wood of our picnic table, not wanting to step in. I decided to ignore Leila's jab and scrambled to change the subject. "So... do you think Garrett's going to ask you to the Midnight Dance?" I raised my eyebrows in excitement.

Leila fell right for it. "Hopefully..." she gushed. "I've already gotten my gown. It's this light blue Ella Moss Harmonyand it's gonna be so fuckin' sexy, and he's going to die when he sees me in this thing..." she went on and on about her billion dollar dress.

But I couldn't help but to wonder if she was right about my appetite.

Holy shit, I couldn't let one little comment affect me this much. To the point that I was thinking about covering up my bathing suit. I sighed and rested a hand over my navel, just in case Leila walked by in a teasing mood.

"Come swim with me." A shadow suddenly blocked my sunlight. I slid off my pink Tom Fords and glared up at Dreyton. He was dripping water onto my sun chair, but he looked so good standing over me like that...

"You're blocking the sun and disturbing my peace." I growled. He sadly frowned at me, and the second I let my face soften, he picked me up out of my chair and tossed me into the deep end. He jumped in after me.

As I resurfaced, I noticed Leila sitting in my absent chair, shaking her head in disapproval at me. What had I done wrong this time? I felt Dreyton's wet hands on my shoulder, turning me around to face him. He whispered, "I love you." I am totally against throwing that word around whenever you wanted to. We had been dating for less than a day, and apparently, dating wasn't even allowed! I slipped away from my 'boyfriend', making my way towards the shallow end and stepping out.

This was all too much for me, too soon.

"He said what?" Charley screeched as she fashioned another one of my shirts in my mirror. "I can't believe it, Gabriella. You may be the person to bring boyfriends back into style." she gave me a proud smile in the reflection of my mirror.

Leila rolled her eyes next to Charley. "He was drunk, Gabriella. I saw him sneak a beer when you were tanning. Don't worry, Dreyton doesn't really love you." she explained as if it was sooooo obvious.

I went on ignoring Leila's rude remarks, because I had lived in Newport long enough to know that you never messed with the Queen.

So once again... you've gotta believe me.

Seriously...