Song: Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. I'm so sorry. If this gets stuck in your head forever, please try to find it in your heart to forgive me. I too have faced the hellish horror that comes with having Bon Jovi songs repeating through your head for far too long.

I stood in my living room with broken glass floating all around me. Mesmerized by the shards twinkling in the air, I turned in slow circles. Suddenly my dad was there shouting at me. How it was my fault that Mom left, my fault that he was drinking.

"It's your fault, Delilah!" he yelled. "Delilah!"

"Delilah!" warm hands were shaking me awake.

I sat up.

"Delilah, we have to hurry. You fell asleep and we both overslept. I found an outfit of my mom's that should fit you. But we have to go or we'll be late for school."

I just stared at Wesley as he was telling me this. I'd spent the night at Wesley Hannigan's house. Even weirder than that, we'd gotten along really well. I was normally always so awkward around people. But with him, it was like I'd known him my entire life.

"Delilah!" Wesley looked at me exasperatedly.

"Right. Sorry." I rushed into the bathroom, changed into the clothes he'd set out for me, and brushed my hair.

I ran back out into the room to find Wesley holding my stuff out to me. Before we left he ran to his dresser and grabbed a black sweater.

"Here," he said, tossing it to me. "It's cold outside."

We rushed downstairs together. I didn't have time to marvel at the mansion that was Wesley's house but I knew it was pretty damn fantastic.

A middle-aged lady was standing at the entrance, holding two breakfast sandwiches.

"Grazie mille, Signora Bonafaccio," Wesley said, taking the breakfast sandwiches from her hands.

"Prego, Wesley," Ms. Bonafaccio said in return. "Have a good day, you two!"

I thanked her and waved as I rushed after Wesley. His legs were really long and I was finding it hard to keep up with his lengthy strides. By the time we reached Wesley's car, I was out of breath and trying my hardest not to sound like an asthmatic elephant.

"Quick. We have ten minutes before the bell rings," Wesley said, handing me one of the sandwiches.

I nodded, tossed my backpack into the car and clambered into the passenger seat. Once inside, I buckled up and pulled on the sweater Wesley had given me. It was a Green Day sweater with the American Idiot logo stitched right over my heart. It smelled clean and Wesleyish.

As Wesley drove down the gravel driveway, I bit into the sandwich and looked back at his house. It was roughly the same size as Elise's but much more modern looking with slanted roofs and a ton of windows.

I turned to Wesley who was currently fiddling with the radio. It landed on some rock station that was playing Back In Black by ACDC. "So, you were speaking Italian back there, right?" I asked Wesley, referring to the conversation he'd had with Ms. Bonafaccio.

"Yeah. Signora Bonafaccio has been part of the family forever. She taught us Italian from a young age. It's why my pronunciation is so good." He looked proud of himself.

I smiled. "Who's the us?" I asked.

"My sister and I," he replied nonchalantly.

"You have a sister?" I asked disbelievingly, swiveling my head in his direction.

"Yeah," he smiled, seemingly lost in though. "She's eight."

"Aw. What's her name?" I asked.

"Erin," he told me.

I nodded. We sat quietly listening to the radio. The song had changed to Livin' on a Prayer by Bon Jovi.

"This song is going to be stuck in my head all day," I sighed.

Wesley quieted his eyebrow at me and smirked. He reached over and turned the volume up. Then we were both singing along loudly.

By the time we'd arrived at school, the bell had already rung and we were late. We didn't mind though. We were still cracking up and imitating Bon Jovi.

We walked into the front office together. The young secretary immediately caught sight of Wesley and began twisting her badly dyed platinum blond hair around her index finger. When she saw me, her eyebrows shot up.

I had the urge to stick out my tongue at her but I managed to reign myself in.

Wesley greeted her politely, "Hi. Can we please have two late passes?"

The secretary smiled a sultry smile. "Sure thing, hon," she leaned forward exposing her cleavage and pointed at a clipboard on the counter. "Sign in here and I'll write your passes. Names please?"

" Wesley Hannigan and Delilah Lovegood," Wesley announced, oblivious to the secretary's attempts at flirting with him.

I couldn't help but smile. "How is it that you know my full name, Hannigan? I talked to you once before yesterday."

Wesley shot me a smile and shrugged. "I asked."

I was going to ask why when I saw the secretary glaring at me through her thick layer of eye make-up. Instead, I snapped my mouth shut, scribbled my name on the sign in sheet, grabbed my pass and practically dragged Wesley out of the front office.

"Goodness gracious! Can you believe it. She was flirting with you! You're like half her age!" I raged as Wesley and I walked down the deserted halls, towards my locker.

"She was?" Wesley looked at me disbelievingly.

"Oh yeah. Did you see that cleavage exposure. Ugh. Vomit."

"Sounds like someone's jealous," Wesley poked me in the ribs.

"In your dreams. I just feel bad for you. Flirted at by a 30-year-old secretary wearing enough make-up for an entire circus." I shook my head patting Wesley on the back comfortingly. "I'm so sorry."

He laughed at my actions. There was a sound of footsteps ahead. His laugh ended abruptly.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head to class," Wesley said, slowing down.

I turned around, confused. "Okay."

"See you later, Delilah," he said, turning away.

"Wait," I called quietly.

He turned back around.

"Thank you again. For everything. You're not at all the kind of person I thought you were," I said.

"Anytime," he shot me a grin that exposed his dimples and made his eyes twinkle. Then he turned around and walked away from me.

I smiled, turning away, and continuing towards my locker. After I'd retrieved the books necessary for my first two classes, I headed to history.

When I walked through the door, all eyes turned to me. I ignored them and handed my late pass to Mr. Wagner.

I turned, around, thinking everybody had returned to their work. When I saw that the students were all still staring at me. I did a double take.

Some of the girls were glaring at me. They were seething. It was a terrifying sight. But nothing compared to the face Elise was wearing.

She was giving me a major stink eye. And as I watched, she lifted her finger, pointed it at me and then drew it across her throat slowly and deliberately.

I gulped. I was in for some Elise ranting after school.

Sighing, I made my way to my seat. People's eyes were actually following me. I sat down and pulled Wesley's hood over my head, sinking as far into my chair as possible.

'Wesley, what have you done?' I thought to myself, trying to ignore the student's heated glares.

So much for being the invisible back-of-the-room girl.