AN: I'm so, so sorry for the long wait. I've been busy with school and stuff. But it's getting better now, I promise! This chapter is like supershort, and I kinda hate it, but I hope you like it! Thanks to all of them who reviewed and read the first chapter. It means a lot!

ScissorsInDark

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Jade's POV

My first day at Hollywood Arts. The school for kids with dreams, creativity, ambition. Where you went to hopefully make your future a brighter, more successful one. At least that's what it said on all the pamphlets they'd given me. Mid-semester transfers were always rough, I knew that from experience, but this school just seemed a bit different from the other ones I'd attended. Not that it would matter probably, surely I would be transferring yet again after this semester so why even bother. I did use to have a dream about becoming a playwright, writing small plays for my stuffed animals to perform when I was younger, but now that all seemed distant, pointless. Sure, the people at the admissions office said that they'd really enjoyed the script I'd given them as an audition, but surely the large sums of cash donated to the school was the real reason behind me getting accepted into this fancy place.

It was after the last period and I felt really tired and slightly irritated. The school was just so… much. All the bright colors, the new classes and the weird people were overwhelming. There was this ugly, nerdy boy with curly hair that kept following me around like a lost puppy. Come to think about it I actually hadn't seen him in a while so I guessed my fist in his face sent a clear message.

"Hey, Jade" I spun around just to see the guy from lunch and acting class. Ben? No, that's not it.

"Leave" I turned around and looked at my locker again. I'd just decorated it. Scissors and black. Perfect.

"Nice locker" He clearly did not get the message.

"What do you want?" I looked at my black-painted nails as I spoke.

"Um…" He scratched the back of his neck nervously. Oh please! Not this guy too. I'd alreayd had enough of this with the piano guy from lunch, I did not need yet another awkward blubbering guy trying to take me to dinner hoping to get into my pants.

"If you're going to ask me out, the answer is NO"

He frowned a bit and looked at his shoes. " I wasn't going to ask you out…"

"Liar" I sighed. How hard was it to just admit it?

"I'm not" He said softly and met my gaze. I looked at him. Pretty long, dark, brown hair, warm cinnamon colored eyes, an irritating smirk on his face. Hot. I guessed he was the guy all the stupid girls at this place talked about. Apparently he was a really good kisser. And he thought he would get ME just by his looks and kissing skills. Ha! He'd wish he was so lucky!

I sighed again. "I'm bored. Go annoy someone else". To my surprise he actually spun around and did as I told him. Until he turned around again.

"But Jade?" Head tilted, warm brown eyes peering into mine. Cute. Stop it Jade!

I groaned. Couldn't he just go? "WHAT?"

"Wanna hang out with the gang after school?"

"Nope. Now go somewhere I can't see you before I punch your face!" I answered him angrily. He rolled his eyes but stopped annoying me and walked away.

"Finally" I muttered to myself as I placed a few random books in my bag, slammed my locker shut and walked out of Hollywood Arts.

I saw them in the parking lot from a distance, all of them piling into piano guy's car. The weird one with the puppet, my new self-proclaimed best friend with the red hair, the annoying brunette and lastly cinnamon-eye guy. If I knew one thing from my many school changes it was to take some time before choosing what kind of people to make your friends, not to settle for the first weirdos that talk to you. Not that I would need any friends, I was fine getting by on my own, used to fighting my own battles and comfortable in my own company.

But why did I feel so wistful seeing red hair laugh like that at something cinnamon-eyes said? Like this deep pain within my chest, a knife slowly being turned around creating an empty hole.

I knew it was stupid, I could've joined them if I wanted too, point was I DIDN'T want to, didn't need them. I could get way better and cooler people to hang out with me in the blink of an eye.

Still the look of cinnamon-eyes bending his head back laughing haunted me the whole drive home.