3 days later it had somehow turned into Friday again. Legs crossed sitting in 7th hour honors English I studied the split ends of the girl's hair in front of me. I felt bad for her. Her name was Amanda Harper. I knew this because she was in every single one of my classes this trimester. She'd moved here from Sacramento and was on scholarship at Harbor. To be honest, I really kind of felt bad for the kids on scholarship. They didn't "blend" in as much as the administration would've loved to think in this "diverse" community. Yeah, right. Like you can't tell the difference between the girl in Lacoste and a Chanel handbag, and the one with LEI jeans and the beat up Jansport one.

The heat was starting to get to me. It was incredibly warm for a Friday in October. I had carefully selected a beautiful light blue Free People sweater with a lacey purple undertoned cami peaking out from underneath. Subtle, but undeniably sexy of course. Every single guy I had walked past had tried to check out my boobs today. My jeans were starting to get really itchy though, same with the sweater. In the air-conditioned and cool morning everything was smooth and collected. But here in the afternoon heat, and at the end of the day, I was starting to fall victim to a less than perfect appearance. I couldn't exactly take the sweater off; I'd look like a total slut.

But keeping it on was killing me. My hair, which had been blow-dried and shiny this morning, was starting to curl at the ends. Pulling it back away from my face, I sighed and tapped my pencil against the wood desk. The bell rang, breaking my thoughts of nothing. I grabbed my light pink Fendi tote and headed for the door. I couldn't wait to get the hell out of school today. Unfortunately, I didn't make it there.

"Summer, Summer wait up!"

Oh fuck.

I put on my best face, but not exactly a welcoming one and turned around to face a piece of yesterday's hell.

"Hey Anna." I threw in a twinge more of dismissing annoyance. "What's going on?" I wanted her to feel bad. I wanted her to know that I wasn't that girl from yesterday. I mean shouldn't she know I'm BETTER than that? She didn't take the hint.

"Well, yesterday you and me made plans. To hit up that party on Suracose. I think Krista? Is it? Is having that HUGE party. I know you think I'm like not one for parties, but coming back to Newport I kind of…need and want to be introduced to the scene again. You know, like before I kind of almost didn't like it cause Cohen didn't like it…and…"

She'd said it. It's amazing how much his name almost made me wince. I almost expected everyone to almost see right through my eyes to that picture of me crying every bit of myself onto his floor last July; Or me pleading with all my heart, leaving him those stupid messages every day for a weeks begging him to come back. Telling him how much I needed him, every day for 2 weeks. I couldn't help it. Even with every bit of a good actress I thought I'd become, I was still afraid people would see right through me to how weak I actually was when it came to him. I sure as fuck couldn't let them. So just to prove him wrong, just to put away that picture of me I smiled and told her excitedly how fun that would be.

Just to show myself I could be around something that was part of that old vulnerable version of myself, because I, the new Summer Roberts, was that much stronger. I could totally get ready in my room, throw outfits on my bed where me and Cohen had been together so many times in. I could totally go through my closet with Anna and give her outfits. 3 hours of all of this was surely not even like, that hard, right?

"You're clothes are fantastic, Summer. Your boobs are way bigger than mine and this looks way better on you but still they're amazing."

"Oh shut up! You look incredible Anna!" I glanced at her. Up and down. True, her small pixie sized everything didn't quite fill out my silver sequined and brown silk Roberto Cavalli mini dress like I did, but she still did look cute. Her funky retro style being replaced with my designer glamour kind of fit her actually.

I had managed to blow dry her hair so it looked a little longer. Her bangs in front, her hair just reaching her chin. Her pink cheeks slightlytan with my darker toned MAC golden hued bronzer. She really was pretty. Suddenly I felt the urge to look into the mirror. Next to her. Comparing little things about us, my eyes flickered. Subconsciously but never dare admitting to myself that I was wondering if Cohen ever found her more beautiful than me. Did he still find her more beautiful…Did he ever love her?…. Did he still love her?

"Fuck, I cannot WAIT to get to this party!" I made my tight lipped mirror face, tilting my head slightly up and brushed a stray piece of glossy black hair away from my eye.

"Me neither!" Her Perky McPerk attitude starting to get to me just a little. It only occurred to me once or twice if this was as weird and difficult for her, but after awhile I got the uncomfortable feeling that she was being really genuine.

Not that I wasn't or anything, I mean sometimes I was. Anna and I totally bonded over some stuff, I really did like her, she just also happened to know all those hidden parts of me that she knew from last year.

"You look, incredible." She was gazing at me, obviously genuinely impressed. I wondered if I made her feel self-conscious. I wonder if she knew she did the same to me. And over the same thing. "So do you! Let's go hit this party tonight! I mean we're hot and young and single, and there's going to be TONS of guys there."

And for once, as I flipped around flashing Anna a deviously charisma packed smile.

I totally meant it...Sort of.