Chapter 2

I ran up the stairs with sock clad feet so I made no noise, not that I could say the same for the boy on my heels. At the top of the stair case I stopped to catch my breath, while Derrick breezed past me and walked down the hall and into the third room on the right. My room. How did he know which room was mine? I straightened up and looked at my reflection in the mirror, no makeup, but my hair wasn't a mess, and my face had a slight rosy tint from running up what seemed like thirty or more stairs. Strange, in my whole life that I've lived here I never counted how many stairs there was.

I sped walked to my room, stopping right in front the door and glass doorknob. One deep breath later and a boost of confidence from myself I was in my room, watching as this boy smiled and giggled as he walked around taking in everything. Taking notice to the big book in my hands I realized he was comparing how accurate everything was, obviously that's how he knew which room was mine.

"So how does this compare to the book?"

He jumped and turned around with a sweet smile looking me up down, "Absolutely perfect." This time I was the one who felt blood pool in my cheeks. I clutched the book to my chest as I took a seat at my white table with a green apple in the middle. He took the seat across and looked expectantly at me. I started flipping the pages just to comfort myself and get a little bit of familiarity in this world.

"Where do you come from where people's lives are a book," I asked accusingly.

He sighed before saying, "I guess from another world, another dimension."

"Are you an alien?"

Smiling slightly, "No."

Before, I had tons of questions but now I couldn't think of any of them, "I guess the main thing, is how do we stop this ending and make a new one?"

"Well, that is something that has to be taken one step at a time so I don't have the exact answer to that. But for starters me just being there for you and anticipating everything will help and change the ending," then he added to himself, "I hope."

Derrick saying that made my breakfast climb up my throat and almost make me sick, "How did you get here?"

"Here, being where? I got in your room because I knew from the book."

"No! Here as in my dimension," I said exasperatedly.

"Oh, I don't have a certain word to describe it. But it's like, I went to a woman and told her about your book and the ending and why I would be the best for the job of changing it and she just sent me here," he finished lamely.

"Alright," I said slowly, giving myself time to think of another question. "How am I going to see my sister again? As you know, she is a drug addict who dropped off the face of the Earth when I was about nine. Never contacted any of my family. And most especially, how am I going to meet my brother, and he somehow betrays me? I didn't even know his name was Bryan until you told me."

Derrick looked at me with pained puppy dog eyes, "I can't tell you because everything needs to be spontaneous. You can't know about it ahead of time."

"But if in the book I was an unsuspecting teen with no idea what was going to happen with everything being spontaneous and unexpected, I die. So maybe the first thing we have to do to ensure my survival is telling me what is going to happen. Because if I was expecting everything, maybe I could think more rationally and not make the same decisions and end up actually living through this. Wouldn't you agree that this would be the best way to make sure I don't die for a second time? And when you think about it, this death, if there is a death this time; it would hurt even more because you got to interact with me in real life. It would hurt more this time because you get to know me on an even more personal level."

A contemplative look landed on his beautiful face; suddenly I heard a mechanical beep coming from my phone, pulling me out of my strange new life.

Alicia: Massie just stop acting like a spoiled bitch and forgive me already! It was an accident!

Me: Really, Alicia Rivers, how did you 'accidently' sleep with my boyfriend! You knew what you were doing and you knew what it would cost you. You are officially declared an LBR for life. Don't come anywhere near me or my friends.

Alicia: Your friends, huh? So that's why they've been texting YOU all day trying to get you to forgive ME! If it comes down to it and TPC breaks up D & K will both come with me and YOU will be the friendless LBR.

Alicia: Are we really going to break up TPC?

Me: Hell to the fuck YES WE ARE! I officially throw myself off the island! Have a fun life with you and your friends. Who needs a slut in their life anyway? And who needs three backstabbing 'best friends'? NOT ME! Goodbye and don't ever text, call, email, IM, come near me or try to talk to me in any way EVER AGAIN. Pass that along to the other two.

Alicia: Fine but don't expect us to accept you back again once you come back crawling on your knees and begging to be part of us again, because you will realize very soon that no one wants to be your friend and you are and will always be a LOSER BEYOND REPAIR!

Me: Thank you for the fantastic compliment! Don't text me back. We are DONE. Forever.

And I got the last word, like always.

"Was that the breakup of the Pretty Committee? Already?"

"How did you know that," I asked, it came out sharper than intended. He pulled the book gently out from underneath my hand and flipped through the pages before handing it back in page twenty three. There on paper were the texts between me and Alicia. My eyes must have bulged out of my skull because I couldn't honestly believe someone knew. Even more than someone, another dimension of people.

"Okay, tell me again how a book about someone's real life just 'appears' in your dimension."

"That's just it. It appears as soon as the events have played out. Every book in existence is someone's life story. Just not in your dimension, your own story won't be. Like, in another dimension, there is an actual girl who met a sparkly vampire in high school and had a half breed with a strange name. Twilight. Or, a certain red headed girl who realizes her true calling is to hunt demons and thinks she is in love with her own brother. The Mortal Instruments. Or, that there is a pair of jeans that fits four different girls with incredibly different body types perfectly and they pass them around over summers. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Most namely, I believe, is that in another dimension there lives a scrawny black haired boy how goes to wizarding school and defeats the greatest foe that ever lived every year. Harry Potter. Don't you understand?"

"But what about their authors? Like Stephanie Meyer, Cassandra Clare, Ann Brashares, or J.K. Rowling?"

"Those are merely put there because in your dimension every book has to come from some place, some persons imagination. The truth is that the people who you just named aren't real."

I couldn't talk above a whisper as I said, "I feel like my entire life has been the biggest, grandest, most exquisite lie ever told and pulled off. So much so that there is seven billion people believing it's true."