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xWhit3StaRx

Chapter One

"Bye Mom!" I yelled, slamming the car door shut. I didn't really know why I said it anymore - she never said anything back. Sighing, I watched her speed off in her flashy BMW. After I could no longer see her, I turned around to walk into the school. Slightly shaking my hips, I strutted to my locker, pretending to ignore the guys' wolf whistles and the girls' death stares. I opened my locker, and found a few fresh red notes tumbling out. I picked one up and read:

Wanna come over tonight?

-AS

I half-smiled, blushing slightly. Even though every note was from a guy looking for nothing more than a one night fling (I never went farther than kissing!), the notes at least made me feel noticed. Like someone slightly cared about Lori Rollins. I picked another note, this one the same orange as Tigger, from Winnie-the-Pooh. This said:

Hey slut! Back off from Alex Stevens! He's taken!

-Amanda

If I looked closely, I could faintly make out the words, "Just like Jesse". I felt a tear prick my eye, but refuse to let it fall. Instead, I picked up my binders, trashed the note, and swaggerred off, considering Amanda's words. Alex Stevens - the most popular guy in the school - had made a point of flirting with me in the hallways. Needless to say, this didn't sit well with Amanda Schneider, his popular cheerleader girlfriend. She and her friends had taken to spreading rumors about me, stealing my homework, you name it.

As I walked, images flashed through my head. Amanda's blonde hair resting on another guy's shoulders. A guy who looked very different from Alex Stevens. I saw his face, eyes sweet, soft and gentle, and then hard, cold, and jeering. I stopped, blinked a couple times, and continued walking.

Alex caught my eye and winked in that cocky, popular-boy way, ignoring Amanda, who stood right beside him. She threw me a glare, and mouthed the words I'll get you. I turned and strode away. There is a price to being the school slut.

As soon as English, my last class, ended, I raced out the door in the direction of my locker. As I walked, I caught the eye of a wiry guy strumming a guitar. His slightly unkempt hair was the color of midnight, and his charcoal eyes seemed to pierce right into your soul. Slightly unneverved, I averted my eyes, and continued over to my locker. As I shoved a couple binders into my bag, a masculine voice broke into my thoughts. "Hey Lori. Get the note?" I turned to see a white-blond guy with pale, storm-grey eyes. Alex Stevens.

"Hey Alex," I cooed flirtatiously. "What's up?"

Alex smirked cockily. "I wondered if you got my note asking you out tonight. It is a Friday."

I sighed, pretending to be thoughtful. "Well, I'll have to check my schedule, but I might be free tomorrow." I batted my eyelashes coyly, twisting a dark lock of hair.

Alex's posse of friends all let out an "Oooooooooh," and I flashed them a smile.

But before Alex could respond, I suddenly found myself being dragged away. I looked up to see the dark guittarist staring at me, eyes blazing.

"Are you insane?' he yelled. "Don't you know that Alex Stevens rapes every girl he so much as looks as? Don't you wonder why a girl like Amanda Schneider - who could have anyone she wants - is going out with him?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but didn't get a chance. "Do you have so little self-respect you'd settle for such conditional attention?" he continued. "Do you want to end up dumped and pregnant at age fourteen?" he dropped my hand, but continued to glare.

"What do you know about me?" I asked in a dangerously quiet voice. "You don't know anything about my life. You can't judge me."

The guittarist looked at me, and I could have sworn I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. "You should go home now. Your ride's here," he said, and turned away.

I spun around and saw Erica, the housekeeper, sitting in the Mercedes. My hopes that Mom or Dad might have left early to pick me up died, and I climbed in.

I was still fuming about the guittarist's words. How dare he speak like that to me, when he didn't even know me? He spoke like that because he was worried about you, a voice popped into my head. I coughed. Why would anyone worry about me? Especially a guy who didn't know me.

When we pulled into the driveway, I saw a figure out of the corner of my eye. The guittarist was walking into the house next door - the one that the new family had moved into last weekend. I went inside to start my homework, and only halfway through did I realize that although he had cared enough to get me away from Alex, neither of us knew each other's names.