Title: Rebel Sweetheart

Rating: M (for later chapters)

A/N: This story is going to revolve around two girls who meet under some rather awkward circumstances and discover that there’s something more than just awkwardness between the two of them. The prologue introduces the first character Pamela. I hope you guys enjoy it :)

Prologue

Girl world was on the brink of becoming World War III and perhaps no one else knew this better than Pamela Anderson, a blonde-haired blue-eyed high school Junior cursed with the irony of her name and unruly smallness of her breasts, barely making a dent in the B-cup category. Oh did these people have brains, she wondered? Pamela Anderson was such a common-sounding name, it could’ve happened to any high school junior with a flat chest.

But it happened to her.

Pamela didn’t quite know how she came to fit into the ‘popular’ category but she knew it was in her best interest to do whatever she needed to in order to stay there. She was never the bubbly hollow-headed stereotypical blonde, she always had some of the best grades in her class and she had never snuck out of her house once (that time at prom so didn’t count; it was her right to go, her birth right). When she was a mere tadpole in a big tank of sharks she dreamed of the day she would finally become popular so she wouldn’t have to deal with what every student dreaded.

This was of course those awful remarks, taunts, jokes, insults coming from the snickering, chuckling, snorting faces of their tormentors. All because you didn’t see that big zit on your face last night before bed so you didn’t put your acne cream on, all because you were cursed with the unfortunate first name of Dick, all because you were different, an outcast. Pamela knew what really went on in schools and she wasn’t fond of it.

So even when Pamela became part of the Popular Girls’ lunch table, she never took part in their routine torturing. She wasn’t going to stoop to that level. She had a full ride to Harvard if she wanted, she had an almost perfect 4.0 GPA and she had never been written up for anything in her entire life. She didn’t want to risk losing it all by calling someone a faggot just to look cool in front of the other kids.

And the truth was Pamela knew how prejudice- racial or otherwise- felt and what it did to your ego. She came from a family of six kids, all girls and she was the youngest. Her family was large and as dysfunctional as any other, in some sort of bizarre religious cult-like way. She knew there was a difference between spiritual and religious and just plain obsessive. Her family was what society dubbed ‘religious nuts’.

Raised Catholic she went to Communion every Sunday until she was old enough to actually know what it was she was doing. She remembered her first service- when she was handed the cracker, she wondered why they would do such a thing in the first place. She wasn’t hungry and it didn’t quite look like anything edible, let alone nutritious. And thus Pamela was dubbed the problem child of her family, the rebel, the one who chose to go against her family’s wishes just to spite them. Although she had her own beliefs and morals, those didn’t seem to matter to her parents of whom were born and raised Catholic themselves (they met each other in Confessions).

So living with a family full of nuts who didn’t understand you or really accept you- yeah, that had seasoned Pamela’s inferiority complex and ego nicely before she even got into junior high.

But girl world was not like the regular world. Girl world was a dissension onto a whole other planet, where all the people starved themselves to be skinny, where they all wore too much eyeliner and not enough clothes, where the main goal was to wear the most trampy-looking Halloween costume, where they had the power to raise fear up in even most adults or authority figures. They were that powerful.

Pamela didn’t exactly know how, but she was planning to change that.