A/N: this is just something i wrote while i had writers block during a chapter of CHLOE...hope you like it. i thought i might as well put it up even though i dunno if its good enough. the chapters for this story will vary but none of them will be as short as this one--hopefully...please please please reveiw if you like it. if you don't give me critiques or something.

if no reviews i'll probably stop

i may also start a story about fey (faeries...scary ones) but i'm not sure yet

i got this story from a friend of mine who's one aspiration in life is to marry a rockstar (wait that sounds like somebody else i know...me!)

Chapter 1

“The Grass is Always Greener,” my English teacher wrote on the board introducing our new essay topic. And all I could think about was how one word screwed me over so much. I was now enjoying the calm before the storm, trying to stop my hands from shaking, and stop pulling my hair. These nervous habits would surely manifest themselves in the next few days.

I just couldn’t believe I let my guard down for one moment and that moment would perhaps ruin me. How could I have not thought about everything I did or said around Nellie McCarran? And I could even text Joseph and tell him the news on what a HUGE mistake I made, my stupid iPhone was dead. One thing’s for sure Apple may have thought they were amazing for creating the iPhone but if they gave me a phone that I didn’t have to charge, I’d give them my life. He’d probably just wave it off saying as usual “you worry too much”. If he only knew the gravity of this mistake.

Thank God this was my last class of the day. I kept replaying the scene over and over again in my head wondering where I went wrong. Of course there was no mistake Nellie knew how to get things out of people, as loyal gossip-monger to the whole school, she specialized in sleuthing and innocently snagging a juicy secret from the innocent and unawares.

This one little exchange would cause the perfect quiet life I led in my high school career to crumble:

“Hey Harley, how is it dating a celebrity,” she asked innocently when I was changing out of my gym uniform and into my regular clothes.

“Lame,” I said not thinking at all. I was trying to slide on my lavender moccasins while brushing through my long hair.

“Thought so,” she said turning and skipping out of the locker room, her brown pixie cut bouncing with her. The way she walked after she found out a particularly interesting piece of gossip. And I’d just given it to her.

She’s probably calling US weekly and the Star by now to announce the news. I tried to busy myself with counting the minutes until class let out and I could run to my car and speed home. I should have known that Nellie and her fixation with me would end badly. Nellie wouldn’t accept the fact that I was normal, maybe a bit wealthier than everyone else in the area but still normal.

Ever since I transferred here last year she tried to be my best-friend, we’d always been in the limbo between acquaintance and friend and soon between friend and good friend. Her advances to get closer I thwarted easily but I couldn’t help feeling odd around her. I just knew she’d find out one of the secrets I tried so hard to hide.

In Nellie’s mind I was too pretty or rich to be normal. And since she knew I was from California not Westchester, which is OK but not like L.A., I was too interesting to be just a regular girl. I was too interesting to be the daughter of a stock broker and lawyer. Her scrutinizing had seemed to stop this year.

“Tomorrow I would like you to bring your thesis for this paper and be prepared the in-class essay on A Streetcar Named Desire,” Mr. Melvin said erasing the board. Class was over in a matter of minutes and I couldn’t be happier considering my blackened mood.

I slid my Louis Vuitton bangles back on; they shook too much when I was in a state of complete chaos for class, grabbed my keys out of my bag, and swung it over my shoulder. I pushed open the door and saw her coming from down the hall toward my class with a big satisfied smile on her face. What I wanted to know how did she know; did she know who; and who was she going to tell?

I practically sprinted for the door that was next to my class thank God and cut across three different fields to get to my car. Maybe I could give her my truck to shut it. She always did say she loved my Mercedes…but no time to devise a plan. She probably already told the whole school. I gunned it out of there so fast I almost ran over a group of particularly tiny freshman but didn’t as I usually would, stop to marvel at their size. There were other more important matters at hand.