Today has been a long fucking day. Normally it's easy to forget, but not today. I can get the screams, the stench of alcohol that cling to him, the way it felt. So, I skip lunch. I hide behind the school in the corner where the cameras don't reach and light my pipe. Unfortunately, the heavens above have other plans, because a deep voice stops me just as I'm exhaling my second hit.

"Lizzie, this is the fourth time this week you've been somewhere you shouldn't be." I turn and see Oliver, the school's golden boy. Straight A's, a ride to any school he wants, rich parents, a spot on the basketball team, popularity, and looks. He has golden blond curls and brown honey eyes that have girls falling for him. Worst of all, he's the student president and counselor leader. Practically a mini principal.

The opposite of me. Sure, I'm popular, I have a reputation , have the guy's eyes and I'm in a few sports, but for all the wrong reasons. Because I always have something. Because I get into fights all the time. Because I'm not hideous to look at. Because I'd rather be at a sport than at home, with him.

Fortunately, Oliver doesn't seem to be in a horrible mood, because there's no orange, white, or red card in his hand. Instead, he asks for me to get rid of the pipe and follow him.