CHAPTER 1: THE PLAN, Monday, August 24, 2009. The first day of school.

"His name is Andrew Hadley, and I'm not so sure you should be staring at him like that; you may give him the wrong idea," Emmalynn whispered as we walked through the cafeteria line. So far, the only thing on my tray was a piece of ham and some really strange red fruit thing(it might be an apple, but hell, it doesn't look like one).

Anyway, you're probably wondering why Emmalynn just randomly decided to tell me the name of some random dude. Well, there's a reason for that. I've been staring this guy down for the past five minutes, namely because he has been continuously staring me down. Despite popular belief, I know who he is, I just don't acknowledge it. Every girl at Hamilton High School, located in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, fawns over him... more like drools, actually. He's nothing special.

I mean, sure, don't get me wrong, he's gorgeous. What, with his disheveled, dirty blonde hair, hypnotic eyes of baby blue, and his chiseled chest, how can he not be considered sexy? I know of a way.

Let me tell you why he's not sexy in my book. He's an inconsiderate, self-centered, egotistical, rich boy who gets by in school no thanks to his daddy's money, or at least, that's what it looks like from where I've been standing for the past twelve years of my life. Okay, so, maybe not twelve years. Andrew hasn't always been a jerk, but he has been since fifth grade, when he decided that girls no longer have cooties and took on the role of the 'player.' So, from what I can tell, the guy has a new girlfriend every week, and occasionally he'll keep one for a month, but only if they're really 'special.' And by that, I mean, only if they give him great sex.

I looked away from Andrew long enough to reply to Emma, though I could still feel Andrew's stares boring into my backside.

"I know who he is, Emma, I'm not stupid, and no worries, Andrew won't be getting any ideas about me. He knows I can't stand him," I mumbled bitterly, which caused Emmalynn to scoff and head to our table. I followed close behind, still keeping my eye on Andrew.

I'm the only girl in this school who hasn't fallen under the spell that is Andrew James Hadley. Even Emmalynn, my dearest best friend, who is now head over heels in love with the star quarterback, has fallen under his spell. For days during our freshman year, I had to hear about how amazing of a kisser Andrew is, and how sweet he is, and how sexy he is. It got quite annoying, if I'm being honest here.

However, all that talk ended a few weeks later when Emmalynn came crying to me and saying that Andrew had taken her virginity and then broken up with her a few days later.

I don't know what or who made Andrew such an asshole, and I really don't care.

All I know is that I want to make him pay for all the hurt he has caused just about every girl in this school, but I have no clue how to go about that.

So, for the past five(well, now it's eight, hehe), I've been staring at him, trying to figure him out through his body language. No such luck. Andrew is impossible to figure out. It's as if he is wearing a mask and well, no one else sees that, but me, and that's because all the boys want to be his friend and all the girls want to have him, but not me. I don't want any part of the game that is Andrew Hadley.

Little did I know, my words were about to bite me in the ass.

The rest of the school day went by just as every first day of school I've ever experienced. I finished meeting the rest of my teachers, received my textbooks, dropped the results of my physical off in the office so I could tryout for volleyball(again, yay), and head to the first student council meeting, where everyone would be voting for the members of the student council.

Only, I hadn't been expecting to see Andrew Hadley sitting in my seat when I arrived to the auditorium, but there he was, sitting in my seat beside cheerleader extraordinaire, Addyson Azurine, or as I like to call her, Andrew's next 'victim.'

If I only I had known then how wrong I was.

A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I took a seat behind Mister Andrew Hadley himself, which was also the seat beside Miss I-have-to-work-too-hard-to-win-everything, Elizabeth Mathers. My eyes scanned the room and I couldn't believe that these were the people I would most possibly be working with. Sure, some of them aren't that bad, but some of them were worse than bad, they were horrible, actually. Some were freshman. Some were sophomores. Some were juniors. Some were seniors, and some were, well, some were even on the chess club... just great.

Thankfully, I was able to ignore these people, because Principal Webster finally made his appearance on stage.

"Ladies and gentleman, please settle down," Principal Webster demanded and suddenly, I could hear the crickets(metaphorically speaking, of course). Principal Webster just has that affect on people, in fact, he always has had that affect on people. "Today, we're here to find out which of you is eligible, not to mention well-liked by your peers, enough for the student council. Now, I want each and every one of you to take a look around the room. Some of you are here to earn the role of student body president, some of you simply want to be class presidents, some want to be the secretary, the treasurer, and even the vice president. However, not all of you will be placed on the student council, and those of you who do will not necessarily get the role you want, but I don't care. You deal with what you get, because remember, I don't decide, the people in this room and your fellow classmates already have. I have the list right here."

Vice Principal Shreeves handed Principal Webster a sheet of paper, and he began naming the student council in order of grades, starting with the freshman. I mentally prepared myself for the screams to follow.

"For the freshman class council, your treasurer will be Noah Shreeves." A few girlish squeals followed that as Noah stood up and exited the auditorium so he could head to the freshman meeting place, which used to be in the principal's office, but now is held in the cafeteria. "Please hold your squeals, claps, and anything else until I call the rest of the freshman council. After all the names have been called, the newest members of the freshman council will meet in the cafeteria, where Noah has just now disappeared to. The next person joining Noah is Tamara Jones, the secretary." Once again, a few screams erupted through the auditorium, which resulted in icy glares from Principal Webster and Vice Principal Shreeves. Everyone shut up as Tamara exited the auditorium. "Vice president is Lori Hills, and the president, who is in charge of keeping an eye on everyone, including yourself, is Jordin Daines."

Surprise, surprise, I thought as they said Jordin's name. After all, she is the newest teacher's pet. It went on like that for the sophomore and junior classes. Thankfully, if I got on the student council for the fourth year in a row, I would only have to deal with the junior class, and that would only be when working on the prom.

By this time, the only ones in the auditorium were the seniors and of course, the Principal and Vice Principal themselves.

"All right, now that the other classes are finally cleared, we have to take care of the senior class. I must say that I'm not surprised as to who recieved the role of student body president and senior class president. However, I am surprised as to who received the vice president position. First, I'll start of with the treasurer. Once again, please hold your applause. I don't want a repeat of the last three classes." Prince Webster sighed as everyone giggled and then he read off the names. "Senior class treasurer is now Ambriegh Todd and secretary is Britney Johnson." Ambriegh and Britney exited the room so they could go to the library, which is where the senior council would be holding their first annual meeting. "As you all know, the president and the vice president have to work together on just about everything, so, if either the president or vice president has a problem with one or the other, please let me know so I can replace whichever one is less eligible. I just hope that the two of you can get along. Our vice president, whom I think is a very fit candidate for the job, is our favorite all-star basketball player, Andrew Hadley."

What sounded like a million girlish squeals erupted through the auditorium and I immediately clasped my hands over my ears. Principal Webester did the same, which made me giggle, and I prayed that Andrew would just leave, forgetting that he couldn't leave until Principal Webster actually named the student body/senior class president. So, of course, the screaming girls didn't stop screaming until Principal Webster blew his whistle, which he carried with him just about every single time Andrew was in a room with a bunch of girls.

"All right, all right, settle down. Joining Andrew Hadley will be our very talented, very athletic, very intelligent, and very sweet senior class/student body president, Adelaide Weston." I sat in shock for a few seconds before realizing that he actually said my name. I have to admit, I was more than a little shocked.

Principal Webster turned to look at me and smiled in my direction, which forced me to smile. If I can say one good thing about Principal Webster, it's that his smiles are definitely contagious.

"I am so proud of you, Adelaide. It's about time that someone who really deserves it wins," Principal Webster said, and I swear, I could feel myself tearing up. I know it's pathetic and all, but it feels really good to know that all my hard work is appreciated, even if I'm not some stuck-up, snobby cheerleader who sleeps around and promises money just to get votes. It's nice to know that sometimes being yourself can count, you know?

Anyway, enough emotional crap, I need to get the hell out of here. And then I remembered that from now on I would have to work with Andrew Hadley.

Suddenly, my smile disappeared and I felt sick to the stomach.

"Looks like it's just me and you from now on, toots," Andrew whispered as he brushed past me and for some unknown reason, my stomach filled with butterflies and my heart did a little flip. Did I just get turned on by Andrew Hadley?

Somebody shoot me.

"I say we do something extragavant for the homecoming dance, something that's never been done before. If we do that, then our class will go down at Hamilton High School as the class who put on the best homecoming dance. Let's leave behind a legacy that will never be forgotten, you know, like Martin Luther King or something," senior class secretary, Britney quipped, being her usual over-perky self. You see, Britney isn't only a beautiful, Jessica Simpson look alike with long, blonde, wavy locks of hair and ocean blue eyes, she's also the captain of the cheerleading squad. She's what we here at Hamilton call 'Positive Britney', and well, there's nothing worse than that, right? Everything is always sunshine and rainbows with her. I absolutely loathe her.

And right now, I did something I never thought I would ever do. I agreed with her.

"Surprisingly enough, you guys, Britney here is right. We have to do something that is going to blow every homecoming in the history of Hamilton High off the map. We're going to have to put last year's seniors to shame, which shouldn't be too complicated, considering homecoming kind of sucked last year. Right?" Everyone nodded. Though I didn't necessarily want to, I knew I had to ask Andrew's opinion. After all, this whole time he's done pretty much next to nothing. And we only have like five minutes before five, which is when we finally get the hell out of here.

"What are your thoughts on this Andrew? You've been sitting here doing nothing for the last two hours. The least you could do is say something, or do I just have to get Principal Webster and complain to him about how much I can't stand you?" I snapped, which caused a few gasps on my part. Whatever. Not everyone has to be madly in love with Hamilton High School's so-called 'golden boy.'

Andrew seemed just about as shocked, maybe more so than that, than everyone else in the room, even Britney, who has been 'in love' with Andrew for years, not that he'll give her the time of day.

"You'd never do that," Andrew whispered as he finally stood up and walked over to me.

I stepped closer to him, trying to ignore the heat emanating off his body as my petite body pressed up against his muscular one.

"Try me," I threatened, while attempting to control my uneven breathing.

Andrew's jaw clenched, as did mine, and we were both staring each other down. It felt as if the temperature had gone from zero to ninety in a mere three seconds.

"As you wish, princess," Andrew mumbled bitterly as he, a little too slowly, backed away from me, though he was still standing in front of me once he moved away. "I actually like Britney's idea," Andrew mumbled after he had calmed down a tad, though I still felt the heat, not only from where his body had been pressed against mine, but also because I was so pissed I could barely contain myself.

"She's right, princess. We need something that will not only blow the last homecoming dance out of the water, but also something that Principal Webster will approve of, and we only have until tomorrow night to figure it out. I'll drop by your house after school tomorrow and we'll go through the ideas," Andrew mumbled as the bell rang and he immediately brushed past me, not giving me enough time to speak or even protest to the idea of him ever stepping foot into my house.

I bit back a scream as I stormed out of the room, leaving behind my purse. I didn't care, all I cared about was finding Emmalynn and screaming my head off.

And that's exactly what I did when I found Emmalynn stalking out of the gym. She had just left practice for some volleyball thing that I wasn't able to attend, which sucked, because now I had next to no chance of getting on the team unless I worked my ass off, which I will.

"Uh-oh, someone looks puh-issed," Emmalynn said, stating the obvious. "What happened, Ade? Let me guess, his name starts with an Andrew and ends with a Hadley, riiiight?"

I was so not in the mood to be nonchalant right now, so I just got to the point.

"Yes, it is so Andrew Hadley," I mumbled as we started walking towards Emmalynn's car. She had given me a ride this morning, because my car, unfortunately, is in the shop. "I can't stand him. First, he makes it as vice president, then he has the nerve to start calling me 'princess', and just when I think he can't get any worse, he tells me that he's coming to my house tomorrow after school so we can go through the ideas everyone has and pick one for the homecoming dance theme. I do not want to spend time with Andrew Hadley. I don't think there would be enough room for me, because him and his EGO would be hogging up all the damn space," I snapped as I opened the passenger door and then slammed it shut.

Emmalynn got in and started her car. Once she was driving, she turned to look at me.

"I get that you're angry, but you don't have to take it out on my car," Emmalynn complained as she glanced at me through the rearview mirror.

"What the hell ever. My problems are so more important than your stupid car right now," I spat, surprised at the venom in my voice. I wasn't exactly happy about having to work with Mr. I-think-I'm-better-than-everyone-else-and-can-get-any-gosh-damn-girl-on-the-entire-planet-to-sleep-with-me. Yes, I'm aware that I'm being a bitter bitch right now, but whatever. I'd rather be a bitch than a slut.

"Look, I apologize for that. It's just, I hate how he thinks that everything revolves around him and I hate that he thinks he's hot stuff and that he's amazing or whatever. I just wish there was some way I could make him see how huge of a jerk he is."

"I know of a way," Emmalynn whispered, catching my attention immediately.

"What do I have to do?" I asked, curious now.

"That's easy. Make him see that not every girl is willing to sleep with him right away. Play the game," Emmalynn insisted, and I was seriously considering playing the game. And yes, there is a game that girl's can play when it comes to a guy that they can't stand. I just never thought I'd be the one to play the game.

But right now, that didn't sound like such a horrible idea.

I would play the game, and he would lose.

"Fine, I'll play the game," I agreed, grinning mischieviously as I rested my head against the passenger's seat.

Let the games begin.


Who does that bitch think she is telling me what I can and cannot do? I'd like to knock her one, but I don't hit girls, so I can't. Stupid laws made by the stupid US government.

"Dude, are you fucking deaf? I've been yelling for you for the past five minutes, you idiot," a voice sounded from behind me. I stopped walking long enough to look at the person who had just pissed me off even more than I was already pissed off, and decided to give him the benefit of the doubt when I realized that it was the guy who'd been like a brother to me since first grade, Mikey Pierce.

"Hey, Mike. Sorry, I didn't hear you. I was too busy contemplating whether or not I should take a risk and hit a girl," I mumbled as we began walking towards my car.

"Dude, why the hell do you want to hit a girl? That's illegal," Mikey said, stating the obvious.

"I'm very well aware of that, Captain Obvious," I mumbled bitterly as we finally reached my car. I hopped onto the hood and sat down. Mikey repeated this action and sat beside me.

"Who the hell is Captain Obvious?" Mikey asked, being his usual stupid self.

I rolled my eyes. "Just shut up. I already have a headache, man."

"So, who is this girl that has you wanting to break the law?" Mikey asked, attempting nonchalance, but failing miserably, as you can tell.

"That Adelaide girl."

"You mean Adelaide Weston?" I nodded. "Isn't that the same girl you were staring at this morning during lunch at school today? Man, she's fucking hot. Isn't she your next 'victim' or something? Boy, if she isn't, then she can be mine. She's sexy and talented, and the girl doesn't even know it."

I rolled my eyes at Mikey's words, but I didn't say anything, because I couldn't deny that she's hot. What? With her straight auburn locks that reach to her shoulders and her devastatingly beautiful almond-shaped green eyes. How can I not think she's beautiful? The only problem with Adelaide Weston is that she's not like every other girl I've gone after. She actually has a soul, or at least, from what I can see from a distance, she does. Also, she's beautiful, and she doesn't even know it. I say that falls under a different category than the other girls I've chased. So, yes, this morning during lunch, I was contemplating whether or not to pursue her next, but after our little meeting, I don't want anything to do with the little bitch.

"Yeah, well, whatever. The bitch isn't worth my time, anyway. Still, that isn't stopping me from going over to her house tomorrow to work on the stupid homecoming theme. I just don't know if I'll be able to stand being alone in the same room with her. I might end up doing something I'll regret," I snapped, still surprised by the venom in my voice. Despite popular belief, I'm not a mean guy and it isn't like me to threaten things like hurting the opposite sex, meaning females, duh.

"Maybe you should stay away from her," Mikey suggested, so obviously worried about what I might do to Adelaide.

"Come on, dude, you can't honestly think that I would hurt a girl. I'm just bluffing because I'm pissed," I admitted, ashamed that I even made such a threat. I would never hurt a girl, no matter how pissed off she made me.

"Then what are you going to do about her?" Mikey asked, and I honestly didn't have an answer. I never thought about it.

And then an idea came to me.

"I'll play the game," I whispered happily, knowing very well that Mikey would know exactly what I was referring to. Mikey's eyes widened in response to my answer and he shook his head in protest.

"No, you cannot play the game with Adelaide Weston. It's too dangerous. No one plays the game and comes out alive, not literally, but you get what I'm saying," Mikey said, probably confusing himself, though I knew exactly what he meant by that. He was right, but I was too stubborn to admit it. "Don't play the game, Drew. Someone's bound to get hurt."

"That's the whole point, Mike. Someone is supposed to get hurt, and that person will be Adelaide Weston. She's going to wish she had never mouthed me off. I'm about to shatter that bitches heart into a thousand pieces," Andrew mumbled, his voice filled with such venom.

"You're a cold-hearted bastard, man," Mikey mumbled as he jumped from the car and his feet landed directly on the asphalt.

"Whatever you say, man," I spat after mimicking his action and my feet hit the asphalt.

"I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into, because what happens if you fall for her in the process of playing the game?" Mikey asked, knowing all too well what the game does to a man. "I played that game with Josalyn and look what happened. I fell in love with her and then she broke my heart by cheating on me when she found out that I had played the game. There are rules to this game, and the main one is that you shouldn't play the game with someone who has a heart. I didn't think Josayln did, but I was wrong. I know for a fact that Adelaide does, and in the process, she'll give you the heart you're so obviously missing."

"That's harsh dude," I snapped. "I have a heart, I just tend to not show it. And for your information, I won't fall in love with Little Miss Bitch. I'd sooner commit suicide."

Mikey rolled his eyes. "No, you wouldn't sooner commit suicide, and you know you wouldn't. I saw the way you were looking at Adelaide today in the cafeteria and you weren't looking at her like she is some piece of meat. You could love this girl, and you're afraid of that. So, you know what... go play your stupid game. Just don't come crying to me when you fall in love, because all I will say is that I told you so," Mikey spat. Once he had finally shut up, Mikey headed in the opposite direction towards his own car.

I groaned out of frustration and slammed the driver's side door shut as I got into my car.

"Adelaide Weston, let the games begin," I mumbled, grinning mischieviously as I pulled out of the school parking lot and headed for home.

I was about to break her heart and make her wish she wasn't such a little witch.


Let's play a love game,
play a love game.
Do you want love or you want fame?
Are you in the game?
Dans le love game.

"Little sis, turn that damn music off!" I yelled, knocking on my little sister, Cadence's wall, so she would turn off that stupid Lady Gaga music. I couldn't help but feel it was a tad ironic considering I had just decided this morning that I was going to play a little 'love game' of my own with none other than Andrew Hadley, himself.

"No, I won't turn this damn music off!" Cadence yelled, banging her own fist off her wall.

A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I stormed out of my room and kicked open my sister's bedroom door.

Cadence is my fifteen year old little sister, who has an attitude worse than what mine will ever be. Yes, she's a cheerleader, and yes, she's an annoying sophomore. Unlike me, my sister has beauty and confidence, and unlike some cheerleaders, she isn't a brainless robot.

Still, she is the exact opposite of me. Despite being my little sister, Cadence towers over me by two inches, coming in at 5'9", whereas I am a measly 5'7". She has long, wavy, brunette hair and I have short, straight, auburn locks. She has almond-shaped chocolate brown eyes that glisten in the sunlight and I have almond-shaped green eyes that sparkle(or so I've been told). She has a devastatingly gorgeous round-shaped face and I have an average-looking heart-shaped face. Another thing that sets me apart from my sister is that I have high cheekbones and she doesn't.

Not only are our facial structures different, but our personalities are different, too.

We may be siblings, but we have less in common than most enemies do. We make Nicole Richie and Paris Hilton(post BFF... again) look like Angels.

And right now, she was acting like her typical, overly-excited cheerleader type self. She was dancing around like a ten year old on crack.

"Cadence Marie Weston, shut the damn music off now!" I exclaimed, finally catching her attention, or so that's what I gathered when she stopped dancing and turned around to face me. Her eyes were like daggers piercing my soul and I swear, I wanted to hit her for looking at me like I was the evil older sister or something, though I sometimes play the part well.

"Get the hell out of my room, Adelaide!" Cadence demanded, stomping her feet on the ground like a four year old as if to add emphasis to her words. Her actions didn't phase me, which I demonstrated by leaning against her bedroom wall and crossing my arms over my chest.

"I'm not leaving until you turn the music off," I snapped, clearly not in the mood to listen to Lady Gaga screaming at me to 'just dance' or poke her in the face(inside joke, you wouldn't get it).

"Well, then it looks like you're just going to be stuck in here, doesn't it?" Cadence asked, rolling her eyes as she went back to dancing, pretending to ignore my presence, though I knew she knew that I was still in there. And I wasn't leaving until she turned off that horrendous music of hers.

"Yes, of course, it does," I spat, though I was sure she could hear the sarcastic undertone in my voice.

"Adelaide, please get out of my room," Cadence begged after another five minutes. Another stupid, brainless song was playing in her CD player.

To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right, to the right.
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left, to the left.
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick,
Now walk it by yourself, walk it by yourself.
Now, do the cupid shuffle.

"Hey, how do you do that?" I asked, noticing that my sister was doing the 'Cupid Shuffle' or whatever the hell it's called. I'd always wanted to learn how to do some weird dance and well, who better to teach it to me than a cheerleader herself?

Cadence turned around and looked at me questioningly. I could see the disbelief shining in her chocolate brown eyes.

"You want me to teach you how to do the Cupid Shuffle?" Cadence asked, emphasing the words 'you' and 'me' every single time they left mouth.

I just nodded, not phased by her stupidity.

"Yes, I want you to teach me, your older sister how to do the Cupid Shuffle," I mumbled, hating that I had to repeat myself. I hated repeating myself, seriously, it sucks having to repeat something that you've already said once. Like I said, my sister has a brain, she just doesn't use it all that much.

"Fine, get over here," Cadence mumbled and I obliged, albeit a bit reluctantly. I positioned myself in the center of the bedroom beside my sister, who had her legs spread apart about an inch or two.

"All right, now, when he says 'to the right', that just means you move to the right, kind of like in the Cha Cha Slide, only, not really," Cadence whispered, confusing me a little, but I just followed her lead. When she moved to the right five times, I moved to the right five times. When she moved to the left five times, I moved to the left five times. I have to admit that the dance wasn't that complicated. I don't know why I couldn't just figure it out all on my own.

By the time the dance was finished, Cadence and I doubled over with laughter and landed on her bed. If I'm being honest here, Cadence and I rarely ever laugh together, and it felt good to just act like sisters for once. And since we were acting like such sisters, I decided to tell her about my little idea.

"Hey, Cade, could you turn the music off? I'm not trying to be mean or anything, I just want to share something with you," I started, still feeling a tad unsure about my plan and whether or not I should go through with it. I had never played the game before, so I wasn't sure how to go about it.

Cadence glanced at me with what seemed to be confusion, but she turned the music off, anyway, and then took a seat beside me.

"What's up, sis?" Cadence asked.

"I want to play the game with Andrew Hadley," I blurted, not allowing myself much time to think through what I was saying. I knew I wouldn't have to explain the rules of the game to Cadence, after all, she is in high school and every teenager on the planet knows what the game is. If someone doesn't, that person normally lives under a rock.

Cadence's eyes widened in shock. Well, I hadn't been expecting that reaction, especially not from my fifteen year old little sister.

"Are you nuts!? You can't play the game, especially not with Andrew Hadley. That guy is hot, every girl falls in love with him and you know that. What makes you think that you're any different? You'll start dating him and then you'll fall in love with him, and when he finds out that it was all a game, he'll break your heart into a million little pieces. You don't play the game with a guy like Andrew Hadley. It just... it isn't allowed," Cadence spat. I tried to ignore her ridiculous banter, but there was a part of me that knew she was right. However, I listened to the insane part of myself, and ignored her.

"I am not going to fall in love with Andrew Hadley!" I exclaimed, jumping up and stomping my foot on the carpet for emphasis. "I wish you and Emmalynn would get that through your thick heads! Andrew Hadley is a jackass. I do not fall in love with jackasses. That just doesn't happen, okay? I don't fall in love at all, actually, and Andrew Hadley will not be the first person I fall in love with. So, you know what, I'm going to play the game and Andrew Hadley's going to be begging for mercy once it's all over."

Without giving my sister enough time to speak, I stormed out of her room and slammed her door shut behind me. The second I got into my room, I slammed the door shut and then locked it to make sure Cadence wouldn't bother me.

The game would start tomorrow at my house and Andrew Hadley will be begging for mercy when I'm through with him. I'll make sure of that.

KAYSO, Chapter one isn't that amazing, and I'm going to just randomly see that I think I made it that way on purpose. I just wanted to introduce the main characters, meaning Adelaide, Emmalynn, Andrew, and Mikey. Cadence will play a small part in this story as well, but the other four are the most important part of this story. "The Games that Play Us" will be written in POVs, namely Andrew and Adelaide's POVs. Adelaide's POV will be used more often, simply because I'm a girl and writing the POV of a girl is easier than writing the POV of a guy. Andrew's POV will only be added in when I fell it is necessary. Mikey and Emmalynn may or may not have a first person POV in this story as well... I haven't decided that yet. I guess I'll find out as the story goes along. I just have to plan it out and see if adding their POVs would make the story any better. I'm posting chapter one with chapter two and possibly chapter three. I want to get a head start on this so I know exactly where to go from here.

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