It's me again! I didn't get any reviews on the prologue, but it was so short, I figured no one could really get the gist of it yet. So, here's the first chapter. I hope you like it! Please Read and Review!
**Just so you know, this fanfic will be in several POVs, a lot like in the Pretty Little Liars. There are five main characters, besides A. You'll be able to see who they are pretty quickly. Enjoy!
Juliet's POV
A light smile crept across my face as I saw my new iPhone light up and start playing 'Some Hearts' by Carrie Underwood.
"Ooh Juliet, is that who I think it is?"
I rolled my eyes at my friend's excited voice. "Yes Taylor. No need to have a heart attack." Taylor was one of my four best friends, but God she could be so uncool sometimes. I instantly regretted sounding so nasty when I saw her baby blue eyes darken. "Look, I'm just kidding, Tay. I'm just not in a great mood today." I looked down at my phone. "Well, maybe now I am. Derrick is coming over."
Taylor's pretty eyes lit right back up. "Ohemgee!" She cried. "He is so hot. You are so lucky. How long have you two been going out now?"
"I know." I smiled. "And today is our 4 month anniversary."
Taylor grinned mischievously. "I bet he bought you something." She got up and started dancing around. "I wonder what. Maybe a ring, a bracelet, earrings? Ooh, or maybe he'll go with roses along with a moonlit dinner." Her eyes widened suddenly. "Maybe he'll take you out on his Dad's yacht finally!"
I managed to smile a bit at that, though if she was doing this in public, I would just die. "He better get me something good. I bought him World Series tickets." I looked down at my phone again as it lit up. "Derrick's coming over now. I feel so rude, but could you-"
"Get the hell out of your house?" Taylor chuckled. "Obviously." She grabbed her cell phone and started walking out, sliding on a pair of pink flip-flops in the process. "Call me later."
"Kay." I called after her while texting my boyfriend back. "Text the girls and tell them we're sleeping over my house tonight. No, scratch that, tell them we're sleeping over the hotel."
I heard the front door open. "Okay, it's a plan. Bye bestie."
"See ya bestie." I replied, then heard the front door shut. I got up and ran to my room to change out of my Juicy sweatsuit and into something cute. I walked to my walk-in closet-which was bigger than most girls' rooms, and the envy of every girl in Rosewood-and ran my fingers across my summer dresses. I smiled and grabbed an Alice + Olivia Kellye silk green dress. I paired it with a pair of super short jean shorts and green flip-flops.
After throwing the outfit on, I ran a brush through my straight hair and applied a bit of mascara and lip-gloss. I knew Derrick didn't like me to put on too much makeup. He thought I was a natural beauty.
Just as I finished, I heard the doorbell ring. I smiled and sprayed on a bit of vanilla scented perfume and skipped happily down the stairs. I stopped and slowed to a walk as I got to the front door, and pulled it open.
"Hey Derrick." I said, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear.
"Hi Juliet." He responded bleakly, stepping past me and into the house.
I furrowed my eyebrows confusedly and followed after him into the kitchen. My eyes traced his face, trying to understand what was making him look so angry. "What is it?" I asked, my voice small. He was the only one in the world that could make me so easily upset. And the only one who could make me seem upset outside of my head.
He glared at me. His chocolate brown eyes were blazing. I'd never seen him so angry. I'd never seen him angry at me. Ever.
"You're such a little whore." He growled. His words were like a slap to the face. I literally stepped back several feet. I could feel the sting in my heart.
My stomach dropped at his words. I knew I was flirty, but I was not a whore. Actually, I hadn't even flirted with a guy since I started going out with Derrick. I practically ignored all guys altogether. "What?" I asked, tears coming to my eyes.
"You slut." He spat, scowling at me. "You thought I wouldn't find out about all those guys?"
I ground my teeth together. "What guys?" I questioned, starting to feel more angry than upset.
He pulled out several pieces of paper and handed them to me. "Don't lie. I have proof, right here."
I snatched the papers quickly from his hands and got a paper cut in the process. "Ow." I hissed, shaking my finger and sending one single scarlet drop of blood onto the floor. On any other day, he would have taken my finger and kissed it. He would have ran up my stairs to grab me a band-aid, and gently put it on me.
It's always the little things that we don't appreciate until they're gone.
I ignored the sting in my finger and in my eyes and unfolded the first piece of paper. On it, it read:
Hey, boo. Had a great time last night(; It's just
too bad that we have to hide because of Derrick.
Don't worry though, I'll be rid of him soon.
Then we can be together with no
worries at all. See you soon
xoxo-Juliet
My eyes widened and my mouth hung open. My eyes flickered up to him and then back down. I threw the paper on the floor and opened up another one.
What's up, hot stuff? (; Last night was amazing. My God,
Derrick would never do that kind of stuff
with me. He's such a prude. I better
see you again soon. Text me!
xoxo-Juliet
I scoffed unbelievingly and threw that on the floor as well, before skimming through several more notes. I couldn't believe it.
"Yeah, I got you. It's even in your handwriting." He grumbled angrily.
I glared at him. "This looks like my handwriting, but it isn't. This person puts hearts over each 'i'. I don't do that. I put bubbles over my 'i's'" I rambled. I sounded like I was lying, but I truly wasn't. I stopped using hearts when I got into middle school. They were lame.
"Yeah, okay." He laughed. But it wasn't a real laugh. It was empty. Hollow.
"I swear to God, I didn't write any of these-" I cut off as I looked at the last note. It wasn't handwritten, it was typed in neat, bold, purple font. I could have sworn it looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. My eyes flickered across the small note, reading it in my head.
Hey Derrick(: I know something you don't know.
Shall I share? I think so. So, you know your
'perfect' little girlfriend? Yeah, the one
you were going to announce your
love to today. She's not what you think.
Read those notes. She's been sleeping around,
that little hoe. Get rid of her before
she gets rid of you.
-A
A corner of my lip pulled up in a scowl. "Who the hell is A?" I muttered, clenching my fists and squashing the note into a ball.
"Someone who knows you a lot better than you do." Derrick smirked, staring at my flushed, upset face. "Look, you're a pretty girl and all, Jules,"
"Don't you dare call me that anymore." I hissed.
He raised his hands defensively. "Okay, fine. You're pretty and all Juliet, but you're a slut, and I'm not in the mood to go chasing after someone playing hard to get. Later, Jules."
And he walked out.
"Don't call me that!" I screeched. "You're going to believe these lies? Fine! Believe them, but you'll regret it, I swear, you will regret it!" Anger bubbled beneath my skin. I ran after him. For a second I thought I would start crying, start begging him to take me back. But then it all changed.
He was a nobody. A nobody because he believed a couple of notes written by someone who was out to get me. Rumors. He always said he hated them. He lied. He's a liar. A is a liar. But I'm telling the truth. "If you ever get anywhere near me again, I will kick you in the balls so hard you'll never have kids!" I screamed at him as he opened up the front door. I shoved him out and watched him trip and fall onto the porch.
"Ow!" He yelled, as blood began to seep from a long scratch on his calf and scrapes on his knees. He grabbed his ankle. Maybe I broke it. Good.
"Get out of here and don't ever come back, asshole. Don't come crying back to me when you finally feel the heartbreak and want me back." I Slammed the door shut and stalked back into my house, pulling out my cell phone to call my friends. We had major revenge to plan.
Just then, I noticed a purple post-it note on my refrigerator. I grabbed it, my hands shaking, and read off the sparkly purple words out loud.
"Jules, you can get pretty angry sometimes, can't you? Tsk tsk. Maybe you need anger management or something? Hey, sorry about sending Derrick those notes. I know that they weren't true, but we all know what a slut you can be sometimes…You better not try to get him back. Or else the true juicy secrets will come spilling out. Later Jules. xoxo-A."
I stared at it, dumbstruck, and noticed a tiny purple arrow in the corner. I flipped the note over and read the back, the lyrics to a song.
I'm walking, who's laughing now?
I'm wasted, wasting time
You talk for hours but you're wasting lines
Pretty face, but the chase ain't worth the prize
I'm gonna break your little heart, watch you take the fall
Laugh it all the way to the hospital
'Cuz there's nothing surgery can do
When I break your little heart in two
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Hugs and kisses!
~Rosie