MICHELLE POV

I grabbed my bag and walked through the kitchen, ignoring everyone. The smell of food wafted through my nose, it was hard when you haven't eaten in four days.

"Michelle honey, do you want anything to eat?" Emily asked from the stove.

"No thanks," I called. Emily was the only person I didn't have the heart to be rude to.

Paul has been leaving me alone like I asked. He hardly ever comes around to Sam and Emily's and doesn't talk to me when he's there. It's been two weeks since the fight between us. The pack has been trying to get us to talk or something, but I stopped sitting with them at lunch a while ago and I spend all the time in my room. I even walk to school every day so I don't have to see them. Also because it burns calories.

I pulled my hood over my head when it started raining. I kept it on when I got to school, just wanting everyone to ignore me. I like to pretend I don't exist, everyone would be happier that way anyway. Paul would be happier, because then he wouldn't have imprinted on me. Then, he could have any girl her wanted and wouldn't be worrying about my shitty problems.

"Hey fat ass, gonna go stick your fingers down your throat?" Casey asked as I walked by her.

I flipped her off, but her words dug deep. Everybody around laughed with her, they all knew. I don't know how she found out, but she told everyone. Why can't she understand that it's not my fault? I don't want Paul, she can have him! She can have anyone she wants, but she chooses to pick on me. Everything she says to me now hurts.

"Good morning Michelle," Seth said cheerfully, sitting next to me.

I put my head on the desk, not looking at him. He could keep his cheerfulness to himself instead of ruining my day. When the bell rang, I was met yet again by Casey. She blocked my way, smirking down at me.

"What's up?" she sneered.

I rolled my eyes and tried to get around her.

"Why did you even bother coming to school today? You know we'd all be happier without you."

"Shut up," I muttered.

"I'm serious, everyone agrees. We don't need you and all your screwed up problems," she laughed, pushing past me and walking away.

I kicked the locker next to me and kept walking, clutching my books to my chest. I got to my next class and sat down next to Seth. Not by choice, it was my assigned seat.

"Hey again Michelle," Seth said in his usual happy tone. He wasn't really happy to see me, he was just faking it. They all were faking it.

"Michelle, you alright?" Seth asked.

"Fine," I growled, putting my head on the desk again.

After out teacher called role, she turned the lights out and put on a movie.

I walked through the hall, ignoring the usual stares people were giving me. I kept my eyes ahead of me, clutching my books to my chest. I was slightly pleased that Casey seemed to be elsewhere. Someone pushed past me and caused me to drop all my books.

"Shit!" I growled, kneeling down.

I picked up my algebra text book and biology binder quickly, trying to avoid getting stepped on. When I looked up, I felt my stomach drop to the floor. There was Paul and Casey. Casey was standing in front of Paul, both her disgusting little hands on his chest. He was talking quietly to her and she smiled up at him. I froze, waiting to see what would happen. With each word, she seemed to be getting closer to him. And then, her mouth was on his.

I dropped the books I was holding and stood up. The remaining people in the hallway smirked at me and kept walking. Paul pulled away from Casey and looked at me. Casey was grinning widely looking like she'd just won the lottery. I didn't say anything, just backed up and then ran.

"MICHELLE!" I heard Paul yell from behind me.

I ignored him, like always, and ducked into the girl's bathroom. Betrayal and hurt ripped through me and tears filled my eyes. I slid down the wall to the ground and curled into a ball, wrapping my arms around my knees. I couldn't get the image of Paul kissing her out of my head. Hansom, strong Paul kissing perfect, blond Casey.

What was I thinking? He wasn't mine. I wasn't good enough for him. I wasn't skinny or pretty like Casey. He probably just told me he imprinted on me because he felt sorry for me. Or maybe I just made the whole thing up in my head. Why would Paul even talk to me? I'm just a stupid, ugly girl with a screwed up life. I hated myself. The person I was, the person I'd become. From outside, I heard Paul banging on the door.

"Michelle, please come out and talk," he pleaded.

I didn't say anything, just held my breath until her walked away.

"Please Michelle, what you saw was nothing! I promise," he chocked.

Lies. What does he think I'm an idiot now, too? I probably am. After a few minutes, I heard him walk away. When I was sure he was gone, I opened my bag and searched for a little bottle I kept in there for emergencies. I found it the other night in Sam and Emily's cabinet.

When I found the bottle of alcohol, I drained it quickly. It burned as it when down and made my stomach churn. But it quickly passed. I just needed something to take the pain away, something to make me stop caring. And slowly, as the alcohol worked its way through my system, I stopped caring and began to forget. It didn't hurt that my dad was gone, or my mom, or my baby brother. I even became happy that Jesse was gone. I didn't feel ugly, I had more self confidence than ever. I smiled to myself, watching the room spin. It felt sooooooooo good to be drunk as shit.

The door flew open, making me jump and then giggle.

"Michelle?" Kim asked, kneeling down in front of me.

"Hey," I giggled.

"No wonder Paul told me to check on you… Michelle are you drunk?" Kim asked.

"You have nice hair," I giggled.

"Oh crap, Michelle do you know how much trouble you're going to be in if a teacher find you?" Kim asked.

"I don't care," I slurred, leaning my head against the wall.

"Well you should care. Stand up so I can get you out of here," Kim pleaded, looking around her.

"Okay," I giggled, using the wall to help me stand, "Whoopsie!" I cried when the world started spinning and I fell back to the floor.

"Ugh," Kim face palmed, making me burst into laughter. It felt good to laugh, I hadn't laughed in months.

"Jared texted me he's sending Seth to bring you home," Kim told me, locking the bathroom door.

"I don't want Seth," I whined, "I want Paul!"

"Paul is uh… not here," Kim said.

"Yeah cuz he's with his girlfriend," I said drunkenly.

"Michelle, Paul doesn't have a girlfriend," Kim sighed.

"Yeah he does! He kissed her," I said, leaning closer, "On the lips," I whispered.

"No, Michelle, it was a mistake-"

There were 3 knocks on the door, "Kim? Michelle?" I recognized Seth's voice.

"Go away!" I giggled, "Come back with Paul so I can kick his ass!"

"Kim?" Seth asked.

"I'm coming," Kim said, unlocking the door.

Seth sighed in relief and scooped me up, "Come on, we're going home."

"Seth!" I giggled, petting his hair, "I want a pet dolphin! Did you know that?"

"Uh, sure Michelle?"

Lightening up the mood with a drunk Michelle;) we're almost at 200 reviews! I'll do a double (maybe triple?) update when we reach that:) I think we only need 21 more or something so please!

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