New idea i had that i'm really excited to write. please, please review and tell me honestly what you think. i know these first two chapters are short but they'll lengthen as the story goes on :)

It was the usual morning routine. I was nearly late for school, Dad was on a rampage about some new issue of the day, and his current, random squeeze of the night was presently finding her clothes in his bedroom so she could make her quiet exit out as to avoid this mess. Lucky me, I had to deal with this same ordeal every morning.

I just finished putting on mascara, the finishing touch to my make-up routine when I heard the front door slam. The one night stand was gone. Forever. I walked over to my bed and started putting my books from last night's homework into my backpack when my dad suddenly yelled for me.

"Sophie! Get out here!"

I sighed, closing my eyes as I rubbed my head with my fingers. It was going to be an awful day, as usual. It was a gut feeling I had every day that always turned out to be true.

I walked out of my room, closing my door as I slung my backpack across my shoulder. My dad was standing in the kitchen, his fists clenched as he waited for me.

"You are not wearing that to school," he started, looking at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes, I am," I stated boldly.

"No, you're not," he said, blocking me from the door. It was a hot day, and I could wear a tank top and shorts if I wanted. I honestly didn't see the big deal. Plus, I liked my legs, and there was nothing wrong with wanting to show them off. "Go change."

"No," I said, looking up at my father. He was a tall man, wide with real muscly arms, the exact kind of man my mother used to go for. Today, however, I wasn't so sure. His hair was dark brown and short, his bangs ending just about mid forehead. He had brown eyes, a wide jawline, and ginormous ears. He was clad in a pair of sweats, shirtless, which allowed the whole world to see how hairy his chest was. He may be big, tall and strong, but how that hairy-ass chest kept all these women coming after him was beyond me. But as his daughter, it grossed me out, and now I tried to walk past him.

"Sophie get back here!" He yelled, his anger levels rising for whatever reason.

"I'm going to be late for school," I said, trying to keep my calm. My day was going to suck anyway, and I didn't need my father making it worse, just as he usually did.

I found my best friend, Kenzie, sitting on my porch, texting someone, her boyfriend most likely. We walked to school together everyday.

"How long have you been here?" I asked as I walked down the steps.

"A couple minutes," she said. "It seemed busy in there, so I didn't want to knock."

I rolled my eyes, knowing she was talking about my dad, but couldn't help but agree with her choices.

"You know, what you have on is very inappropriate," she joked. "You should change."

I turned my head, glaring at her.

"Too early?" She asked.

"Too early," I repeated.

We both walked in comfortable silence down the street on the way to our high school. Greenmyth was a pretty small town; you could walk anywhere, if you wanted. I had just started to calm down, too, until I saw his car parked on the side of the street, just ahead was the school, and just like that, I was annoyed again.

Kenzie saw his car too, a silver, souped up Honda Civic, and I heard her sigh. "Great, we have to walk right passed the stalker."

Stalker, really, couldn't have been a more perfect word for him. His name was Josh Kamos, a loser twenty-five year old guy who had nothing better then to spend his free time doing everything he could to talk to me and a bunch of other girls around the city. He would literally drive around town in his stupid car around the spots I was usually at (which he knew, of course) park, and wait. This was one of those instances. He was here almost every morning.

I tried to keep my cool as we neared his car. It wasn't that I was afraid of him, it was just that I hated him. He was so creepy with the way he always looked at me, those bright, blue, icy eyes that always eyed me up and down. But it wasn't like I could go to anyone about it. My dad had "better" things to do and my boyfriend, Jimmy, would over-react on the whole situation and kill the guy, literally.

"Ladies," I heard Josh say just as we approached his rolled down window. He was alone, as usual, and had his tan arm hanging out of the side of the window. "Wonderful weather we're having. Sophie, I couldn't agree more on your choice of fashion this morning."

I turned my head, glaring at him. He was grinning at me, and raised his eyebrows before quickly lowering his eyeballs down, then back up.

"Don't you have something better to do?" Kenzie asked, stopping. That was the thing that irked me about her. Much like how she was two years ago, Kenzie always had to give people a piece of her mind. I found it best to ignore Josh, but even when Kenzie wasn't around it was hard to do, admittedly.

Two years ago Josh would have been my perfect type, if he was actually my age. He was tall and broad with perfectly defined, muscle packed arms and smooth skin. It was obvious he was once completely athletic, which I actually knew to be true, finding this out the very few times he was able to get a word in. In high school and in his one year of college he was the best wrestler on all the teams he had ever been on, ran track, and what would have been the seal-the-deal attribute, was captain of the football team. Obviously, though, he had never stopped working out, for he always looked toned and fit. I hated that more than anything.

Josh was half black, his father being fully African American, his mother white, and it showed through his darker, tan skin and his face and hair. He had a wide jaw line, wide nose, and short fuzzy hair, much like that of a black man's, though he was sure to always have it bleached. He was in for a new job, however, for darker hairs were starting to show through on the roots. I hated Josh with a passion, he was the cockiest most arrogant bastard on the Earth, but I couldn't deny that he was really cute.

"Nah, not really." His voice was deep, though a little high-pitched for a man his size. "I couldn't think of anything better to do in my day than to see you guys."

Kenzie huffed and rolled her eyes, shifting all her weight onto her right foot as she glared daggers at him. Josh only got off on this, of course, and gave her a sly grin back.

"We're going to be late for school," I said, pushing Kenzie along as we continued down the sidewalk.

"Aw, little Ms. School-girl can't be late for class," Josh started, going heavy on the s's. I tried not to let my anger show.

"At least we have something going for us," I couldn't help but say. Josh ignored this, quickly starting his car, and he gently pushed the gas, steering the car with one hand, as he crept along beside us.

"You going to Bender tonight?" He asked. Bender was the only popular club in Greenmyth. You had to be sixteen to get in, and twenty-one to to drink.

"Are you going to be there?" I asked.

"Of course," Josh said, tilting his head up.

"Then no."

I saw Josh nod and grin to this. Finally we were almost near the school, and I sped up my pace, Kenzie trying to keep up.

"Guess I'll see you around then," Josh called after us, or most likely, me. I didn't say anything, and kept walking, my eyes already fixed upon something that I was hoping I would not see today.

Josh's car was loud as it sped it away, but Josh had become the last thing on my mind now, which actually was a bad thing this time. My eyes were wide as I stared at the huge crowd gathering in the baseball field, kids screaming and yelling. There was a big fight going on, and I knew that could only lead to one person: Jimmy.

Kenzie and I started jogging towards the crowd, the cheers getting louder the closer we came. I heard skin smacking against skin as I forced and pushed my way through the crowd to the front, losing Kenzie somewhere in the back.

That anger reached an all time high when I saw Jimmy pounding the face of some poor guy, who I knew never would have stood a chance against him.

"Jimmy!" I yelled. He looked at me for moment then proceeded to punch the guy one more time, kids screaming their cheers as he fell to the ground. What could this kid of done to deserve such a beating?

The crowd was quick to break up, however, for the principle, Mr. Dana and the dean were storming over to the scene.

"What the Hell is wrong with you?" I was trying to talk to Jimmy. He was about to answer, but Mr. Dana was quick to butt-in.

"Mr. Brock, what just happened?" Mr. Dana was angry, his face red. He was tall and bald, and we all knew him to be old, but he looked awfully young. Now, however, his wrinkles really shone through due to his angry expression. "Ms. Griffin, were you a part of this?" His head snapped over to me, his cold, angry glare fixated upon me.

"Oh, no --"

"She had nothing to with it," Jimmy interrupted, just as the other guy finally started to stand up. Well at least Jimmy had it in him to do that.

"Come with me," Mr. Dana said as he started to turn around. Jimmy looked at me, mouthing 'I'm sorry' as he walked away. "This is getting ridiculous. It's the third fight this week, and the tenth fight this month!" I heard Mr. Dana scold. The dean led the other kid away, and I was stuck standing there, watching them go.

"Unbelievable," Kenzie said as she walked up behind me. "I thought he said he wouldn't do this anymore."

"Yeah," I said, still watching them walk away before they turned the corner, disappearing inside the school. "Me too."

School went the same as usual. Classes were slow and boring, lunch was aggravating, and I had a ton of homework. I hadn't seen Jimmy the rest of the day, I figured Mr. Dana had sent him home. It was odd, for as many fights as Jimmy always got into, Mr. Dana still seemed to like him, and never punished him too harshly. I had a feeling it was because Mr. Dana used to be close with Jimmy's father, Mr. Brock years ago.

"Ready to go?" Kenzie asked me as I shut my locker. She was smoothing out her long, straight blond hair as she chewed hard on her gum. I couldn't help but notice how loudly her face screamed 'Mrs. Popular', while her clothes yelled 'rebel'. She never could look the part, and she never really adapted to it.

"Yeah," I said. Honestly, I wasn't. Truth be told I felt stuck. I hated school, but honestly there was nothing worse then having to go to that place I had to call home.

We walked out of the school in silence, both of us quietly scanning the street ahead of us, looking for Josh's car. Luckily he wasn't anywhere in sight, which led me to believe that maybe my day was improving.

The wind blew, rustling the green tree's back and forth. It was unusually cold suddenly for only being October, and I wished that I had a jacket.

Kenzie, unable to stay quiet for long periods of time, spoke up. "So Mason wasn't at school. Again," she added glumly.

"Really?" I asked. "Why not?" Mason was Kenzie's boyfriend. They had been dating for about half a year now. Mason was extremely quiet and had no friends, really. He was deemed the weird kid at school, only talking to Kenzie and occasionally Jimmy and me. I didn't understand why Kenzie was with him, though I had a feeling.

Kenzie shrugged as she kicked a pebble with her shoe. "He won't answer my texts."

Just as she said this, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I flipped it open and saw I had a text from Jimmy. We have to talk, it said. I sighed loudly.

"Great," I said, not even realizing I had just interrupted Kenzie. She seemed to not care, however, thinking that what I had to say was more important than her sob story.

"Jimmy sent me a text. 'We have to talk'."

"Why?" She nearly yelled. "That's stupid."

"I know," I grumbled. I texted him back, asking about what, thinking, hoping that I was jumping to conclusions.

Meet me at Bender tonight. I rolled my eyes. Great, I thought. The number one place I really didn't want to be at.

"What?" Kenzie asked, sensing something was wrong.

"He wants us to meet him at Bender tonight," I said, instantly including her in my plans. Kenzie was my wing girl, there for whatever I needed, whether that be to fend off Josh, or tell off Jimmy if he pisses me off too much and I was unable to do it myself.

Kenzie sighed as well. "When did things get so complicated?" She asked out loud, watching her feet as we walked. I looked over at her.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's just that two years ago things seemed a whole lot better."

"How do you figure?" I asked.

"I mean, you were with Evan, I had Randy. School was better. You were the head cheerleader, I was right behind ya..."

"My mom was actually around," I said. "I don't know about Randy though. He was a jerk. Or the cheer-leading..."

"Much like Jimmy," Kenzie snapped, ignoring my last comment. "Sorry," she added, bowing her head. I laughed.

"It's fine," I said. "You're right. I have horrible taste in guys." Evan had been the captain of the football team. He was a senior when I was a sophomore, and after nearly a year of dating, he turned into a big asshole, cheating on me with all sorts of different girls before he finally broke up with me, point blank, and moved out of the city. Randy, Kenzie's boyfriend, ended up moving away, and was unwilling to do a long distance relationship. Things seemed so much different back then...

We finally got to my house a good five minutes later, and now I had nothing but homework and an evil dad to deal with, and the cherry on top? I now had a stalker encounter and a break-up to look forward to. What a wonderful day.

"So, you want me to meet you at Bender, or here?"

"Better meet me at Bender," I said. "I'll call you when I get there."

"Okay," Kenzie said. "See you later."

I proceeded into my house, luckily finding my dad passed out on the couch, an old football game on. I quietly walked passed the living room and headed straight into my room, my dad snoring all the while. It was going to be a long night...

I can promise you the next chapters are much better. stories all start off kind of slow. so please read on :)