I was eating a French croissant with chocolate. It was a regular Afternoon at school. So far, I have been here for about a month. The longest month ever. I'm dieing in this hellhole. I can't even breath, properly. And were only aloud to go outside on weekends. Horrible, right? But to add more to my plate. Mr Gale told me, I had to join a sports team. My dad had asked. So I joined the non-existence swim team. But I could only swim with the big boys. Right. Maria tells me; I'm the luckiest girl in the world. Trust me, I'm not. Having those guys look at you all day, is not my idea of fun. I had just finished my essay on "Wuthering heights" for my classical Honours English class. No one would be able to resist my seven pages of Catherine's death. I shove the pages into my messenger bag, but not without my other contents spill. I curse and pick them up. When I'm nearly done, Shay picks up a large brown parcel.

I roll my eyes, "Thanks for helping me."

"You welcome," Shay grins and then looks at the parcel, "So, what mystery is withheld inside this parcel."

"Nothing," I stand up, "Just Trash. Could you throw it in the bin for me?"

I don't wait for his answer and I turn around. As I walk, I pass the Music room. I sigh. No more classes. I'm free. Now what should I do for the rest of the day? I open the room and walk in. That's strange. Always, someone is in her. I hesitate.

Should I?

No one is in here. I open my laptop and pick a discarded guitar. I haven't uploaded a video in months. Now's a good time as any. I type in my you tube account. I use my web cam to record my singing. It's the easiest way, trust me. I look at the door. It's securely closed. No one would come in, right? I had never publicly sung. Except on you tube. It's not going to change anything. I take a deep breathe. Why am I so nervous? I've done this a million times. I remember doing my first video, on you tube, when I was 13.I was bored and grounded. I had nothing else to do. I had made a account and just sung. From then on, I uploaded at bizarre times. At night. At school headmasters room. At the Janitors closet. In the bathroom. I loved singing and uploading on you tube. I pressed "Record."

I smiled at the camera, "Hi guys. I'm Skylar Roxanne Martinez. Look! I'm really sorry, I couldn't upload, like usual. I've been beyond busy. My dad enrolled me into a new school. But not a ordinary school. He enrolled me into "America Fine Arts Academy." That's right! A boarding school. I swear, I'm suffering here. And as usual, I'm not going to attend any A-Lister party. Why? Because I don't want to. So to say I'm sorry and all that shit. I'm going to sing one of my original songs, which I have never done before. I hope you like it."

I began strumming my guitar, "I admit I'm confused. A little.

I try so hard to hide my feelings. It doesn't seem to work.

With tears, come sobs that I try to smother.

You see me, but you don't feel at all guilty.

Well, dear. I'm telling you. Two can play that game.

Whoa"

This song was about how I liked one guy. His name was Aiden and I liked him a lot. I was 13 and he was 16. He used me to get some one else to like him. I didn't really cry. I hadn't cried since my mother died. My shoulder tense. I was really confused of why he broke up with me. A girl, his ex, had confronted me. She told me he was using me. And Of course, I was heartbroken. I tied to hide my feelings. I think he saw way past it, though. I was innocent.

"There's a knot inside my stomach, that clenches, when I look at you.

Let's get to the point and not hesitate, when I say, You used me.

And unlike you, I'm ready to face it.

Let's get this straight, I will never ever love you again.

I'll dance the night away with other men.

I'll kiss another, to make you loooook away."

I made myself forget about him. But It would never work. I dreamed of him, I tried to text him, wrote to him. I was like a stalker. Only…Worse. I was in love. I wanted to be pure, I wanted to be a hunter of Artemis made a vow, to turn my back on the company of men. With the exceptions of my dad. And Look, NOW? I've fallen hard for Shay. I feel like a true idiot. Even though I tried to hide my feelings, once again.

"Oh Oh OOOOOOOOH.

I was a fool, to think we could've been something, besides enemy's.

But, No. You broke it off for anotheeer.

She's a kind-hearted women. She deserves better. Believe me, I know.

I know what you saw in her, because she's beautiful.

She doesn't deserve what your going to do to her.

No one asked me to do this, but I went ahead an did it, anyway.

I had to tell her the truth, I told her our past and showed her the proof.

Tears streaming down her face, I feel guilty, when I know I shouldn't be.

Anger flares inside of her and I told her I'd be back."

So this new girl, was part of his plan. She was truly beautiful and pretty nice. It was too bad, that he was going to break her heart, just like mine. I accidentally-On-Purpose bumped in to her and we went out for a coffee. I learned her name was Ava and she quickly became my friend (Later My Best Friend).When I told her, she thought I was lying and jealous. I understood where she was coming form. So, I showed her some of my pictures of my phone. She, literally, broke down crying. I felt really bad. Then she was angry, we arranged to meet up the next day.

"The next day, your at my door and I don't know what to do.

We haven't talked in over a month.

I'm scared stiff, as I open the door.

Your smiling, your happy and I don't know why.

Your saying you love me, but I know it's all a lie.

I punch you and kick you and slap you.

You didn't at all expect that, did you?"

The next day Aiden showed up at my door. Instantly, I knew, Ava had broke it off with him. Why, else, would he have come back to me. He was pleased, happy and single. He told me, he loved me. But I knew it was a lie. Trust me, I know. You already know how I responded. I pretty much, beated him up. And, yeah? Your probably asking, How could a 13 year old girl, know how to beat a 16 year old guy up? Much less, How could I Even have the strength? Let me tell you a secret, I know Taekwondo, Karate and I love sports. I should be a sports model.

"I now what you did expect.

You wanted me to surrender and beg you to take me back. Now I know what I'm up against.

you text me, you call me, you write to me. But I send it all away again.

It's exhausting to do all this. I'm tired of your silly games. I'm sick of being in love with you.

But come on, I'm never going to take you back. I'm done with you, as much as you hate me or like me.

OH WHOA."

Anyway, He expected me to cry in joy and kiss him. Or something along those lines. All those things, I did to get his attention, was his turn. He sent me presents. He wrote to me. He texted me. He emailed me. He even, sent me animated apologies. He just couldn't give up. But I wanted to give in, but I didn't. I was exhausted with all his stupid mind games. I had to think for myself. I made it official. I was done with him and his shit. Even though, Maybe, I still did love him.

"There's a knot inside my stomach, that clenches, when I look at you.

Let's get to the point and not hesitate, when I say, You used me.

And unlike you, I'm ready to face it.

Let's get this straight, I will never ever love you again.

I'll dance the night away with other men.

I'll kiss another, to make you loooook away."

Every time, we made eye contact, I would blush and look away. My heart skipped a beat, if we were in the same room. If we were next to each other, I would start hyperventilating. Pathetic, right? Ava managed to get over him. We went o a party. Aiden was there. I danced with various guys and I even kissed one guy. Aiden was forced to look away from me. Ava even dated a guy for over 6 months. It was official, that she had moved on. Me? I still don't know…

"It's hard to say goodbye, after so long

…..

My stomach clenches, as I see you walk away.

I hold my tears and look away.

I never tried once again, to be so mutual.

My heart aches, as I think of you.

Your good as dead, but I won't give in."

At his Graduation ceremony, I attended, because Ava's brother was graduating. And Ava wanted me to come along. That was where we said goodbye. We had bumped into each other. It was awkward and tense. I congratulated him. I was acting mature. He thanked me and walked away. I looked away from him, as he walked away, for the last time. We haven't seen each other since. I tried not to think of him, anymore. He's nothing, but dead to me, now. I was ready to cry, but I fought against it. I wasn't going to give in, because of a boy.

"There's a knot inside my stomach, that clenches, when I look at you.

Let's get to the point and not hesitate, when I say, You used me.

And unlike you, I'm ready to face it.

Let's get this straight, I will never ever love you again.

I'll dance the night away with other men.

I'll kiss another, to make you loooook away."

I take a deep breath, "This song is about you thinking, that he was the one. But he wasn't everything you thought he was. He turned out to be a Jack Ass, really. I hope, I never make that mistake, again. Please comment, subscribe, favourite or whatever. Thank you for watching this video. Bye!"

I then pressed the Upload button and then shut off my computer. I leaned back against, something. I tried not to think of Aiden. He made me grip the stool, I was sitting on. I heard something. My eyes flew open and opened the door. There stood Maria, Shay, Jake and Brandon. They heard. I could see it all over there face. I opened the door a bit more, to let them in.

Jake stuttered, "W-we C-can Ex-explain!"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah. I doubt it. Were you planning on eavesdropping or did you accidentally overhear."

Maria blushed, "Accidentally. Gosh! I didn't know you were so good! Why didn't you tell us?"

I ignored her question, "And why did you accidentally overhear?"

Shay responded, by handed me the Brown parcel to me and I said to him, "Didn't I tell you to throw this in the bin?"

Shay frowned, "I thought you were joking."

"Well, I should throw the parcel out myself. I mean, I already know what's in here."

"Really? What's in there?," Jake ask me.

"Just tickets," I say.

"What kind of tickets and what for?," Brandon asks me.

I answer, by ripping the parcel open. The four of them, let their mouths hang open. What's in the box? Tickets to the "New York New Years Eve Ball". Backstage passes. VIP Passes. Basically, the whole lot. And from the look of their faces, this is just what they need.