Hey! Boy...how long has it been? Since Christmas? Wow...Sorry... Since vacation is over, I just found out that I am below 20 credits. So I've been stressed out. Plus some of my friends, or should I say 'friends', are beings assholes. And things just keep going to hell. Ugh!

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Song for this chapter- I'm Low On Gas and You Need A Jacket ~ Pierce The Veil

Two weeks later...

Good Intentions

~Lilly's POV~

I place on leg in front of the other before allowing my body to roll sensually to the music. My hands go out to the side as I give another body roll. The music is digging into my bones and of my fellow dance partners are all around me. We all squat down, bringing in one knee then the other.

The beat begins to build up, then fades out. Everyone stops, making their bodies go limp. Once the beat comes back in, we sway to it like a wave of motion.

Before the dance is finally over, everyone begins to dance freely. I begin to dance, everyone in the room disappearing, I only hear the music. I began to twirl, jump, flail my hands, my whole body is like a plastic bag in the wind. Twisting and turning in different directions, yet moves like water.

When the beat leaves, I stop and find everyone staring at me and smiling.

Ms. Stevenson comes out of no where. Her black hair in two small tight ponytails. Her bright red lips distracted me from the disco balls hanging from her ears. She taps a pencil against her dark mocha skin. She looks serious…angry even. My heart pounds… I must've did something wrong… Oh god…

Everyone is silent until, "LILLIAN! THAT WAS AMAZING! YOU ARE AMAZING! WHOO!" She screams, causing me to jump. Out of all my teachers, Ms. Stevenson is the most flamboyant and loudest teacher ever. She's also one of my favorite. "Class, before I dismiss you so you can go off and have a boring weekend, take note of Lilly. I could practically see the beat coming out of her. I love it! LOVE IT!"

I smile and rub my arm. "Thank you Feliciana."

"No worries. You'll be perfect with David in a solo in the dance show. I've been working on many dances. You are in most of them."

"Feliz, I don't understand why she gets all the dances and not me. I've been in this class way lo-"

"Jackie, you may have been here longer than she has, but she has something you don't. She's not as cocky as you. Plus," She smiles at me. "I like her way more than I like you." She begins to walk towards me. "You remind me of me when I was your age. Eyes full of hope, mind full of dreams. Then Jesus was born and I became a teacher so…that was a long time ago."

"I'm sure you're not that old Feliz." I smirk. "You're not sure. But let me tell you something," She bit down on the pen she had in her hand, and lifted my chin with her index finger on her other hand. "Keep dreaming… And don't let anyone hold you down." She nearly whispered. She then turned and clapped her hands, tucking the pen behind her ears. "Dismissed!"

Jacqueline stomps up to me. "You're a good dancer. But not as good as I am. Remember that." She says. I can't help but stare at her. Her heart shaped face scrunched up when she was mad. Her dark brown eyes were black. She had flawless mocha skin and beautiful waving brown hair. She perked her full lips in a pout before tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

"My memory is not that good, but I'll try." I attempt to joke, but clearly made her even more mad than she already was. Great… As everyone began to pack their things, David, a young blonde handsome looking dude, who was my soon-to-be dance partner, walked up to me.

He gave Jackie a slight push before speaking. "Leave her alone. She's amazing and you know it. Go pack, you perfectionist." Jackie scoffed before turning and stomping away.

I sigh, biting down on my lip."Thanks…"

"No problem. She's an annoying little prude anyways." He fingers his hair, then holds out his hand. "You've been here for two weeks and even though we were introduced to you, we still barely know you. Grade?"

I take his hand and give it a slight squeeze. "Sophomore."

"Junior. You dance good for someone your age. How long have you been into dancing?" I let go of his hand and grab my arm, rubbing it nervously. Ugh, I am not good talking to cute guys. And his blue eyes make my heart pound real fast. Not because I like him like that, but because…well he's hot.

"Ever since I started high school, I started to dance."

David seems blown away. "You got some moves there small fry."

"Heh, thanks." I chuckle. Small fry? Okay, I'm 5'3...I may be smaller than him but I can most likely kick his ass… No I can't. He can make fun of my size. I don't care anyways.

"What you doing after school?" He says, right when the bell rings. "Or now?"

I chuckle again, "Nothing, walking my friend home. Then walking myself home. Same as all the other days."

"Oh yeah, I heard you're friends with April O'Neil. She's weird." He says, as if it were a bad thing.

I point at him. "Careful now. She's my friend, and so what if she's weird. So am I."

He smiles, showing his perfect teeth. He walks over to the hooks where his back-pack is hanging. He grabs a light caramel colored bag, which is mine. I decided to change from a back-pack to a bag… Mostly because it's really cute, second because April had a bag and…I thought it was cool that we matched.

Although now that I think about it, its kind of creepy…

He brings it over to me and I strap it on my shoulder. "You are not weird. Not to me at least."

I roll my eyes, "I talk to myself a lot."

He blinks, "Well, so do I. I might be a schizophrenic when I'm older. Or just plain crazy."

"Exactly, sometimes I just need an intelligent conversation. So I talk to myself." I joke. He laughs and we begin to walk out of the dance room. But before that, Ms. Stevenson waves goodbye to us both.

He suddenly looks at me, "So if we are going to do a solo, what kinda solo you wanna do?"

"What do you mean what kind? Like…"

"Like, a slow one. Contemporary one, Salsa one, Fast and sharp."

I stop suddenly, "Wait we make up our own dances?"

"Yes and no. We pick what genre we want and Feliz does the rest."

I cross my arms and shiver when a breeze hits me. "I already have the Baby Boy dance to catch up on."

"You're almost there. And if it doesn't sound too weird, you're real…um well…never mind." He blushes and looks away for a moment.

I laugh, "What?"

"That song…it's really, how do you say it, sexual. So…I don't know, it goes great with you."

"You calling me sexy?" Is he blind; crazy? Is Lindsay paying him to do this? What's going on?

"I mean, I guess." He shrugs, his blush growing deeper.

I move to my pony tail and pull on it, letting my hair drape over my shoulders. I take a deep breath, taking in the shampoo-y smell of my hair. I use my hands to fix it and chuckle. "Thanks."

"Not like you haven't heard it right? I mean, there's plenty of horny bastards here that will most likely tell you." He says, tucking his hands in his pocket.

I shake my head, "Nope. I usually get called things…" As we reach my locker, I see yet another note on it having the word 'EMO' and this time it brought friends like 'BITCH' and 'SLUT'. I sigh and rip the thing off my locker. "…like that."

"Dude, who did that? That really fucking gets to me. Who did that?" David growls.

I roll my eyes, "Calm down. I've been called that many times in my life. If it didn't bother me when I started out like this, it won't bother me now." Although, the slut one really pinched a nerve. Lindsay is really getting on my nerves.

"Why would someone do that?" David whined.

"Because I sat in their seat and I wear band shirts that are apparently boy shirts. It's whatever though." I say, turning the combination in my locker. I then punch the top of the locker and kick the bottom. It opens nice and easy.

"Lilly!" I hear April's voice from behind me. I turn to see her sprinting towards me.

"What? What's up?" I smile. Before she speaks she fixed her hair and stares at David. "Oh…hey David."

I blink for a moment. "Um, you know each other?"

I look at David and April, they both nod. "But, that's not important. Did you talk to your mom about the sleepover?"

"No, but then again, you know she doesn't care what I do." I take out my text books from my locker then close it.

"Um, yeah. I'm gonna go Lil. I'll see you Monday. Keep practicing that dance." David says backing away from us both. He waves one last time before turning and going in the opposite direction.

I wave back then give April a stern look. "What's the beef?"

"Huh? Oh! Nothing…we were friends until Lindsay told him I liked him and now we're not." She shrugged. "It's nothing."

"Lindsay's a real bitch. She put another sign on my freaking locker. And this time she called me a slut. All because I sat in her damn chair!" I shout. It's only getting to me because this is a repeating thing. She just wants to see me sad. It's not working. She's just getting me frustrated.

April smiles, "Don't listen. She's always like that. So are you up for the sleepover or is it like…a definite maybe?"

I chuckle, "Wanna come over my house and help me pack?"

"What if your mom is there and eats my soul?" April jokes. "'Cause you know, I need that."

"No, she's on a low-carb diet." I laugh.

We both walk out of the school, and the cool breeze hits me like a ton of bricks. I begin to shiver immediately. "S-So, you liked David huh?"

"No. I did not like him. Ever. Lindsay just said that so she could…I don't know have sex with him or something."

"She liked him?"

"Apparently. They went out, had sex then she cheated on him with Jake. Who she's with now." She explained.

"Damn that girl spreads her legs fast."

"No crap."

We turn a corner and head for my house. I can see it on April's face that she nervous about my mom. From the stories, I've told April over the past two weeks. She doesn't like my mother. And I would understand why.

My mother was never the one to show affection. She would only hug me or say 'I love you' when I did something that benefited her and John. I don't think she ever really meant any of it though. And it's okay because even though I've heard it many times and even though I know she doesn't mean it, I'm used to the lies.

April holds the strap on her bag. "Can I tell you something?"

"Of course you can. What's up?"

"I kinda invited a friend of mine to the sleepover. She's been absent for a couple days now and when she's here, she's so busy with getting caught up in work that I am never able to introduce you to her. I hope you don't mind."

I have to clear my throat. My thoughts were clouded with a thought of a girl that's judgmental and snotty like Lindsay. But, I don't think April would ever have a friend like that. Because she's the exact opposite.

But then again…opposites attract.

"Um… You know how I am. I won't just warm up to a person like that." I say, snapping my fingers.

"Yeah yeah…I know. She's like one of my best friends so I can't just un-invite her." April shrugs.

I roll my eyes. "I'm not saying un-invite her I'm just saying…warn me next time. Like when you ask me about coming over your place, tell me another girl is gonna be there." I sigh. I hate meeting people…

People give me anxiety.

"I know. I'm sorry." April suddenly smiles, skipping ahead in front of me then walking backwards. "You still wanna go?"

A slow smile plays across my lips. "Of course I want to go."

"Great. It's going to be an awesome weekend." April nearly shakes with excitement. "I hope you guys get along. She's…like you in ways."

"Oh really?" At least there's someone in this freaking world like me. Jesus, how come in California, there's a whole bunch of kids that listen to my music, have fucked up lives and actually wear so call 'boy shirts' like me, but so far in New York I haven't seen one kid like that? Can someone answer me that please?

April nods, "Yeah…She likes rock. And she knows who this guy Vic Fuentes is. He's in one of the bands you like and I thought you might know him."

"Really! Oh god, I love Vic Fuentes!" I shout like a girl at a One Direction concert.

"She showed me a pic of him." April turns back, walking next to me again. "I'm not into piercings."

I give her a light push. "I used to be like you."

"Like me? What do you mean?"

"Oh, I want a boyfriend with perfect grades, and amazing hair, and nice strong arms. Someone who can give me a ride in his bright shiny new car, so we can ride of into the sunset and make passionate love." I attempt to mimic April's voice, cupping my own face and batting my eyes.

April blushes madly. "I am n-nothing like that."

"Oh really? Then what kind of dude do you like?"

April looks at her feet. "I don't know. I guess, someone who likes me, for me. Quirks and all."

I sigh. "Yeah me too. But if there is such a thing as a perfect guy, I want one that has tattoos, gauges, ooh and snake bites." My heart flutters when I think about the 'perfect guy' for me. "And he has to be weird just like me."

"What are snake bites?" She asked.

I place two fingers on my lips, pointing out where the piercing should be. "Two piercing right here. I always wanted them. My mom never got them for me." April scrunches up her nose.

"You like that?"

"Yeah, why not? They're cool."

"I mean I guess so…"

April and I walk in silence for a couple more feet until we finally reach the steps to my house. I turn to April, "You can wait out here if you want. I don't want John being all creepy on you. "

April smiles, "I'm a big girl. I know what to do if someone thinks he's a macho man."

I give her a wink before walking up the stairs, the footsteps behind me made me smile. She was nervous, and I could tell. But even so, I was happy that she thought I was worth all this trouble.

I turn the knob, groaning when I find the door unlocked. "Mother, why is this door open?" I yell. "Jesus, it's like I'm the adult around this place. Might as well pay my mom's freaking taxes."

April laughs, "You do?"

"I've learned over the years." I say shrugging. Have I ever done my mom's taxes before? No. Have I tried? Yes. Never doing that again… I don't even know how we live in a home and not in a shelter.

"Is your mom even home?" April asks, slowly taking off her bag.

"She better be." I take off my bag then place it by the door. "You can set your bag there. Wait here." I say before heading towards my mom's room at the end of the hall. Her door is close, and I am extremely hesitant to knock on it.

But I do anyways.

Three knocks is what it took till the door swung open. John smiles down at me, standing in only his boxers. He rubs a hand on his abs. Okay, why does he have abs? He's a low-life. Low-lives don't have abs. That doesn't even make any-

"What's up babe?" He utters, making my stomach turn.

"How many times have I told you to not call me that? And where's my mother?" I spit. I hate this fucking idiot.

He moves out of the way and points at the bed. I entered the room only to find my mom passed out on the bed. Her brown hair covering her face. The covers are covering her lower area, but other than that she's completely naked.

"Be a nice normal guy for once and cover her boobs. Damnit it John." I groan, walking out of the room. "Ugh, I can't believe I'm stuck with-"

"Who's your friend?" He asks following me to my room. I turn to see him staring at April.

"Leave her alone you perv." I growl in anger. I grab a bag I had just for emergencies, out of my closet and begin to pack my things.

"Where are you going?" "

A place." I flatly say. A couple moments of silence pass by. A sound I am used to. And a sound I sort of love. But, it worries me at the same time. I turn and see John leaning against the doorway, just staring at me with a smirk on his face. His stupid bearded face.

"You look just like your mom." He says in a voice just above a whisper.

"You…" I growl. "Ugh, you're disgusting." Again a moment of silence. I set my school bag aside and begin packing my stuff again, grabbing my laptop and my MP3 player that I know I'm going to use. I can feel it in my bones that I'll be a third wheel. If I had a dollar…

"Why do you hate me?" John's question startles me.

I turn suddenly, trying to come up with an answer to both shut him up, but is also a good come back. I walk up to him, "Just because my mom makes me call you dad, doesn't mean you are him."

John smiles. "But I am. How do you think you eat? Or have this house? I do everything to make you live the life you have now." He says calmly.

I go back to my bag, zipping it up. "No, my dad is dead. Ever since you came into our life, I'm my mother's last priority. And you're her first. It was never like that when he was alive."

"So you're jealous, that's what it is? You hate me because of that?" He chuckles.

I hold onto my bag, grabbing it with white knuckles, trying to contain my anger. "I hate you because my mom deserves better. In fact she needs better." I push past him. "Tell her I'll be back Sunday."

I walk towards April. She's smiling that pretty smile of hers. "Ready?"

"You have no idea." I joke, making her chuckle. I grab the door, yanking it open and allowing April to pass first.

Once the door is closed, I wrap the strap of my bag around my shoulders and we begin to walk to April's house. Or her aunt's. I pull out my MP3 player from one of the small pockets and unwrap the earphones around it.

"Ooh, are you gonna listen to My Chemical Romance?" April teases.

"Maybe. Making fun?" I say, eyeing her sideways.

"Maybe." She smiles happily. I can tell she excited and I'm flattered that she's excited because I'm staying with her. Or, I thing that's why she's excited. I hope so.

Wow, I'm a little selfish.

I put an earphone in my ear and wait for the damn thing to turn on. "Ugh, I really need to get a job so I can get money to buy a new thing."

"How can you? You have to be 16. And you're 15."

"My cousin said he was 16 for two years just so he could work. I think I can do the same." My MP3 player finally turns on and begins playing on full volume. I quickly turn down the volume. "Ow."

"Damn that was loud. What was that?" April says, trying to peek at the screen.

"Bring Me The Horizon. They are like straight screaming. My stupid MP3 player is being stupid." I say changing the song and placing the thing in my back pocket.

"The nature of stupid things is acting stupid. Take Lindsay." April jokes, with a chuckle.

I laugh, "That is bad. Funny as hell, but bad." "So, John's a gentleman." Is she joking? I know she's joking.

"You are kidding right?"

"Well the definition of gentleman doesn't mean walking in your underwear, while staring at your girlfriend's daughter oddly now does it?" April asks sarcastically.

"Thank you. At least someone thinks so." I roll my eyes.

"My mom thinks he's…" I sigh in annoyance. "He's prince charming."

"What type of prince charming is she into?"

"The type that has no castle, no horse or whatever…the kind that has no future." I stare at my feet, counting how many steps I take until I got to a crack. "Except…my dad."

April looked at me with sympathy. She had a small smile on her face. "You're dad sounds like a cool guy."

"From all the memories I had, he is. Him and my mom were." I say, smiling at the memories of my dad coming home from school. Before he died, he was working on getting a masters degree in…whatever. He would come home, and my mom would be making dinner with my grandma. I would run into his arm and be his for the rest of the day. We were a family.

Were…

"But that's in the past." I add quickly, attempting to change the subject.

April got the message. She gave me a quick pat, and we both walked the rest of the way in silence.

My head bobbed slightly to the drums of the song my earphones, which were plugged into my laptop, were emitting. My fingers typed rapidly, just making sure my slow lap top was doing good on wifi.

April lightly taps my foot. When I look at her, she has a slight smile on her face and an urgent look in her eyes. I take one earphone out of my ear, just in time to hear her say, "Talk to her."

I roll my eyes and put it back in my ear.

I feel my heart race in anger when April rips the earphones out of my ears. "Didn't you feel something?"

I narrow my eyes in confusion and shake my head."Huh?"

"Didn't you get the same feeling you did with me?" April touched my leg again, "You warmed up to me and talked to me so quickly and it's been like three ours and you haven't said a word to her."

I set my laptop aside and sit up. Okay, I guess I am being a like bratty. Not talking to Irma falls in the line of being bitch-y. But I can't help it! If I attempt to talk to her, I'll start to shake and sweat and…it won't be pretty.

"It's not that simple." I push myself up so I could sit up more comfortably. "April, I get that you're trying to get me to be friends with her and all, but some things you just can't push."

"Is your social anxiety really that bad?" She said with an exasperated sigh.

"Yes…I almost passed out one time when I was at party."

"Well you're not at a party." April grumbled.

"You're being difficult." I say laying back and pouting.

"Not as difficult as you." She said, sticking her tongue out at me.

Just then, Irma comes into the room with a glass full of water. I stare at her hair. It may be the thing I like most about her. She takes a sip, before sitting at the edge of the bed. "What are we talking about?"

"Nothing, just how Lilly is so shy." April said. Though she glared at me, I could see a smile in her eyes.

My eyes widen and I gave her a small push. I then grab my laptop and pop in my earphone, turning up the volume as high I could possibly take.

I see Irma smile. She taps my foot, I pull one earphone out. "Listen, meeting new people can be quite…eh, nerve racking. I know, trust me. But sometimes, people you think are the meanest, end up being completely cool." She said, tucking her black hair behind her ear.

I prop my legs up and crisscross them. I place the laptop in front of me and take out the other earphone. I clear my throat nervously… "I…" Shit, the damn just broke under my arms. "…l-like your hair…" I stutter nervously, my hands slowly beginning to shake.

Irma smiles at me. "Thanks." She takes another sip of water. "See, sometimes giving someone a little push is for the better."

April chuckled, "I did it with good intention Lil'. I'll remember next time to not push you. Even though Irma is probably my only friend. That's real anyways." She jokes.

"Heh, thanks." I say, still freaking nervous.

Irma stands, "Okay, now to get this party started, why don't we order some pizza's and watch a couple of either over-acted horror films which never make any sense, or we switch over to Turner's Classic Movies channel and see over-acted romance movies?"

I laugh, "I say both." I nearly mumble.

April smiles, "Yeah, I mean, it's not like we are gonna sleep anyways right?"

"Of course not." Irma chuckles, taking one final gulp of her water.

"I've had insomnia since 7th grade." I inform them both. "First one to sleep, gets a penis drawn on their forehead."

"Ooh is that a challenge?" Irma says crossing her arms over her chest.

"I believe it was." April said, nudging my shoulder. "You are on. But on one condition." She stood up from her bed. "No permanent marker. Last time, I had to beg my dad to let me stay home from school until the damned mustache went away, Irma!"

I laughed, throwing my head back and holding my stomach.

Irma held up her hands, "Hey, I thought it'd come off. I didn't think that handle-bar mustache would still be there after a week."

"Haha, she drew a handle-bar mustache on you." I teased, still laughing until tears tickled my eyes.

"Oh shut up." April growled. She then, lifted her chin up and strutted out of the room. "I rocked that mustache anyways."

"Yeah you did babe." Irma said. Once April left the room, and was out of sight, Irma put her hand over her mouth and whispered, "No she didn't."

"I heard that!" April called from her living room.

I admired the way these girls gave me this feeling. The small stinging of my lungs needing air, because I was laugh so much I could barely breath. The way my stomach acted as if I was doing crunches, they ached so heavenly. The small tears coming down my face. I love the feeling.

This was going to be a great weekend.

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