To say I like guys is an understatement. I adore guys. Every single one. Well, near on. There is the little group of guys, which I like to call losers, which I don’t interact with at all. Every geek, loser, and any other ugly guy is placed in that group and from when they are, I refuse to acknowledge that they even exist.

To say I am a virgin is also lying. Of course, I’m not. I’m pretty, I’m 18, and I’m crazy. Not crazy as in I have lost my brain cells but crazy as in I love to party, which doesn’t when people want to stay a virgin. After my older sister left, I became queen bee. Jasmine was the greatest until that little whore, whom I might add stole my sister’s boyfriend, came along, and decided to take her down a few notches. After she left, the year left, I become queen bee, and every guy wields to my command.

Now, this story starts like any other story, normal, well, most stories start normal. There are a few, which don’t, and to be frank I am normal. I like things normal I don’t like insane things. I don’t like insane people and I certainly don’t like guy with classes.

I guess you can say that is where my story starts. A guy with glasses. It started normal and ended with a crazy person half stalking me.

A/N Well guy, this is my sequel to Psycho Girl. It is set about the time of when the epilogue for Psycho Girl was set. This time I have flipped it but it should be just as good. Please review. Thank you.

Dedication: I am dedicating this story to Alison, She has been there all the way through my trouble of the last year, and I am so grateful to her that this is for her. She practically pleaded with me, if I remember right, to write a sequel and so here, it is. Well, the beginning of it so, there you Alison and this is for you. I hope you like it.