"Oh my gosh! Megan, I haven't seen you since high school!" We both smiled and laughed as we hugged each other. Megan was one of my closest friends in high school. She was always the more prettier one of the group, but she was still a loyal friend.

"I know! I can't believe you're back in town. No one could believe that you just got up and left for Cali after school."

I rubbed the back of my neck, "Yeah. Sorry about that. It was a spur of the moment thing."

She nodded, "I understand. Sometime's you just gotta go where the road leads you."

I nodded my head in agreement and looked at Megan's eyes. I ever remembered them being a dull green color. And her face wasn't very cheery looking. She looked so...fake.

"Are you okay?" I asked her. She gave me a funny look, "Yeah. Why?"

"Uhm, no reason. Excuse me a second, I'm just gonna go check on someone." I said. I needed to just walk away before it got really awkward.

I walked through the house, filled with guests mingling and having a good time. I said hello to a few people before I walked into the kitchen and saw Logan and Klye sitting at the table.

"Hey, guys." I said. They both looked up at me and smiled.

"Hey, baby." Logan said, standing up and giving me a kiss on the cheek while Kyle averted his eyes to his cell phone.

"Kyle, do you remember my friend Megan from high school?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?" He asked.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear, making sure no one would hear. "Well, she's here and she's acting all faker like towards me. Did anything happen after I left home?"

He looked confused for a moment, but shook his head no. "Not that I know of."

"Oh. Okay." I said leaning my head back up into it's normal position.

"Who are you talking about?" Logan asked me.

I sighed, "One of my friends from high school."

He shook his head to show that he understood. "Well, when in doubt, confront her about it."

"Okay. I will." I said. I walked back through the house and saw her chatting up some guy in the rec room. I walked up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hey, can I talk to you in private?"

She put on her fake grin, "Sure thing, Audrey."

She waved off the guy she was talking to and I led her to the back porch and shut the door behind me.

"Megan. Did something major happen after I left town?" I asked.

"Not really. Other people moved away and others came in." She simply stated before taking a drink from her plastic cup.

"Well, it's just that you've been acting funny. This isn't the way I remember you being in school."

She set down her cup and crossed her arms. "Well, people change, ya know? I'm not the only one's who changed, Audrey." She huffed.

"Uh, I'm sorry?"

"Don't give me that good girl crap. It never worked in high school and it doesn't work now."

I was so confused, "What are you talking about?"

"How is it that I was always the pretty one that had the guys eating out of the palm of my hands? And yet, here you are, back from Los Angeles with a popstar boyfriend wrapped around your finger."

I stuttered, "I, I, uh, well, I just-"

"Exactly. Do you know how hard it is for me to get a guy to even go out with me today? I'm a nobody! I should be the one who's living in L.A. with a hot, famous boyfriend!"

"Megan! I'm sorry, but-"

"Oh, just shut up, Audrey!" She shouted. Before I knew it, a hot and painful sensation shook from my face, throughout my entire body.

I landed on the ground before I could piece together what had just happened.

At first I thought she just slapped me, but the blood gushing from my nose told me otherwise. Megan just punched me right in the face.

And it wasn't a weak punch, either. She didn't hold anything back.

I was stunned. Not only from the punch, but from the fact that Megan was right. People do change.