Scorpios- Nathan Wilder (M)

Aries- Lauren Gray (F)

Taurus- Eric Rivera (M)

Gemini- Rosa Spear (F)

Leo- Leo Henderson (M)

Cancer- Roy Webb (M)

Virgo- Ashley Holmes (F)

Libra- Christian Hart (F)

Sagittarius- Kirk Bishop (M)

Capricorn- Tammy Hart (F)

Pisces- Lori Fox (F)

Aquarius- Danny Miles (M)

Chapter One:

Bad Day

I can't see straight. Loathing never fails to blind my eyes to the outside world. I put up with a lot of sh… stuff on a daily basis. But this? Oh this has gone too far. What's mine is mine, no exceptions. You are all probably wondering what happened to make me so livid, well here's how my day went.

Flashback

I dragged my feet to school. By the time I realized what was happening, I found myself sitting in first period taking Spanish notes and thinking to myself, 'how did I get here?' So that's not really too bad, but let's skip to fourth period: lunch. Now everyone thinks lunch is great and amazing, well I do too, just not the people I have to put up with. I walked into the cafeteria, money in hand, ready to eat after suffering through math class. I just went through the line like everyone else, grabbing what I wanted: pizza, milk, and some apple slices. I proceeded to pay for all of this and walk to my table. Ah my table, sitting in the corner where not a single one of the immature brats at this school bothered me. My girlfriend, Lori Fox, is already sitting there, waving her hands to catch my attention. I smirk inwardly, 'Like I would ever forget where I sit?'

I sit down and the conversation begins. "So," she begins "how has your day been so far Nathan?"

"How do you think?"

"I know you hate it here," She calmly states "but look on the bright side, at least today is Friday. That's good, right?"

"Yeah yeah, it's good today, but for every Friday, there is a Monday waiting just three days away. And with every Monday, with the exception of holidays and breaks, I will inevitably end up back here, irritated by the mere presence of ninety-five percent of the people attending this school. So, just to clarify, while I like Fridays, I hate what they represent, and what will happen in the near future."

Her warm eyes turn cold, her smile freezes over, and her posture becomes frigid. She is an ice sculpture. She glares at me, "Well maybe if you didn't have such a terrible outlook on the future, your life would be better. Maybe if you weren't so cold to everyone, people wouldn't annoy you. These are all maybe's, but I know one thing for certain; I shouldn't have to sit here and be dragged down by your depressing attitude. Bye Nathan."

And with those final words, she left and the bell signaling fifth period rang. I urged my feet to move forward, down the hall, and towards my locker.

Now that's not even the best part yet, let me skip to after seventh period, then you'll see what I'm pissed off about.

I walked out of my seventh period class, what Lori said to me still weighing heavily on my mind. I walked down the hall to my locker, deliberately taking my time, knowing I wouldn't want to see anyone for a while. But it seems that my decision was for the best and the worst. Everyone has left the building, and I can finally be alone with my thoughts. I throw on my jacket, zipping it up to the collar. I walk past a seemingly empty classroom where I hear voices; one of them belonging to my Lori. I pause just for a moment and take a peek through the glass window in the middle of the door. The voices stopped, and I saw something I thought would never happen to me; turns out that I was wrong. My Lori was making out with some guy who I've never seen before. I like to think that I'm smart, but I also know that I'm very possessive, so I stood there battling with myself over what I should do. In the end, I just walked away with the full knowledge of what happened here and that I would be talking to Lori tomorrow.

End Flashback

Now you know why I'm pissed off. My girlfriend just cheated on me with some nameless and faceless guy that she probably doesn't even know. Despite this, Lori has been there for me in the past so I'll give her a shot at redemption. She was my savior last year in eleventh grade.

Flashback

I was walking down the long hallways of my high school, thinking about what my life meant. And my conclusion was: absolutely nothing. My life was meaningless to everyone. Nobody cared whether I lived or died. In fact many people would've probably been happy if I had just dropped off the face of the earth. I bumped into someone during my musings. I turn around and we both uttered an apology at the same time. We laughed just 'cause of the stupidity of it all; both of us apologizing for something that was neither of our faults. It started with us just saying hi when we saw each other, nothing more, nothing less. Then one day, she wasn't at school. She stayed away from school for a week, and when she did come back to school, she was glass, fragile and easily breakable. That's when we had our first multiple sentence conversation. I found her crying in a corner of the cafeteria, all by herself. I did what I thoughts was right, I walked over and asked her what was wrong.

She looked at me, with eyes narrowed to slits "What do you care? You probably only talk to me 'cause I'm pretty, 'cause I'm just another one of your "conquests" like every other guy."

I raised my eyebrow, inquiring why she thought this, without saying anything.

Her glare softened, the ice in her pale blue eyes melted, and she replied, "Last weekend my boyfriend tried to get me to sleep with him, and when I wouldn't he told me that I was nothing more than a worthless, good-for-nothing whore. I hit him harder than I had ever hit anything before, but what he said started to get to me once I got home. I started to believe what he said was true. I couldn't take it and I broke." Her story ended, and she had tears in her eyes, while I had a far-away look in mine. She waved her hand in-front of my face and asked me if I would make fun of her too. I told her in no uncertain terms that I would be here for her as long as she was here for me. She looked at me, and her eyes turned questioning. She asked me what I meant by that.

I replied, "Since you told me your story, I feel that I should tell you mine. My story starts years ago, when I set myself on this path. For years before that, I had been told by my family that there wasn't any point in having emotions, that they only hindered your progress. I never bought this lie, until my friends started to turn away from me, as if all that we had been through meant nothing to them. They left me for 'better' people, 'popular' friends. I broke, just as you did. I couldn't take it, nothing mattered anymore. I threw myself into my work and my training, yet it never seemed to stop the ache. Finally I conceded that my family was right, emotions didn't matter, life itself didn't matter, and nothing mattered at all. I became a machine, unfeeling and made of cold steel. I only recently started to feel again. The first time I had laughed in years was when we bumped into each other… literally. That's my story, my life. So, if you'll be there for me, I'll be there for you."

She smiles at me, "Sure, I'll be there for you, as long as you'll be there for me."

Flashback End

I stare at my headboard, memories of my past, Lori's past, and our past all mingling together. It's well past midnight now, so I turn my head to the right and close my eyes, letting sleep take me away from the world of the waking.