AN-

Me: I own my fanta soda.
Fanta: I'm so cool.
Me: I own my math book.
Math book: a+b=c(7), 7+g(sd)+fd%...
Me: Shut up math book!!
MAth book: sorry.
Me: I unfortunatelydo not own Twilight.
Twilight: haha! MY creator, the oh so great Stephenie Meyer, owns me!!

Chp 2- The Phoenix

"Sorry about that. My brothers an asshole."

"No prob Nix. Here's some ice for your leg."

I looked at Nixon while I passed her the ice pack. She kicked her brother's ass! It was amazing and hilarious! Jared tackled Nixon, while everyone but I, Hunter, and Elliot got out of the room. Apparently this had happened a lot before. Hunter had to restrain Elliot from getting involved, since it was Jared who pounced first, not Nixon, I learned. Well, Nixon bit Jared, but Jared got her ankle doing hell knows what. Then, Nixon got him in a headlock, and threw him on a table in common room. God, it was so fucking funny!

"Well, wanna go to our room, now?" Nixon asked getting up and limping toward the stairs.

"Hell yeah!"

We both laughed. We climbed our to the 3rd floor. We got to the Phoenix. It's perfect, I thought. And it was. Light lilac walls, with black border and curtains. 2 queen size bed, with black comforters and lilac pillows. One made perfectly, while the other was sloppy. There were black roses in vases, around 6 or 5. (picture in profile)

"It's perfect." I whispered.

"Yep." Nixon said before going on her bed. (The sloppy one) The boys, a.k.a Hunter and Elliot, had brought my luggage up while I was looking for an ice pack for Nix, since Jared was using them all up.

I brought out all my makeup. Black , plum, emerald, navy blue, and pink eye shadow. Black and red lipstick. Some lip glosses. Black mascara. Ruby red and black lipstainers, aka lipstick, but it stays on longer. And some hair dye. Black and scarlet red, so I can keep my hair how it is.

Now my clothes. Black, red, plum purple, emerald, navy blue, maroon, and the occasional pink. Mini skirts, pants, blouses, tanks, fishnets gloves and tights, some knee high socks, as well as some black leggings. All those went to what Nixon said was my own closet,along with my numerous pairs of black stilettos, boots, converses, and my one pair of black ballet flats.

By now I was done. No pictures. No memorabilia. Nothing. Nixon must've noticed.

"Done, Iz? No pics?"

"It's complicated."

" I've got time. It's not like I have to do something."

"Well… Er...."

I took a deep breath and began my story. I edited some things though.

--*--

"Holy shit! Damn son of a… How could he have done that? I mean, you're pretty great!"

I laughed darkly. "Oh well. I'm different now. And I'm succeeding now. Without him. He did me a favor. A painful one, yeah, but a favor, all the same. Look where I am now. Fenty Einstein Institution for the Arts, one of the most prestigious schools in the Northern hemisphere, and possibly the world. So he can burn in hell." I said.

He will probably will with all his talk of having no soul, I thought.

"Good for you, Iz!" She said.

"So what's, your real name Nixon?" I asked, curious.

"Mabel."

"Pretty."

She snorted. "Ha! I personally hate it. Personally, I thought my parents favored Jared, since they didn't curse upon him a cruddy name. I legally changed mine to Nixon."

"Cool."

"Hell yeah. So, wanna go see the guys?"

"Sure."

I didn't know at the time, but my future unraveled to a surprising kick ass

one just then.