I wasn't like other girls.

I was a slut, a bookworm, a goody two shoes, a basketcase, a nerd, a dork, a freak, a geek, a troublemaker.  

People thought that made me a monster. 

They preferred to call me The Mean Girl.  A woman who was passive-aggressive or used outright aggressive tactis to shame, humilate or hurt others, often with the intention of making herself look better by comparison.    

English translation: A bitch.

Yet they didn't know my story.  Like Wicked, you only saw Dorthy's rainbow side of things, never what was under the evil of the Wicked Witch of the West.  Until you step into those green skinned toes and feel it yourself.

Yes.  I was brutally violent, had a sense of snarky sarcasm, was full of bitchy comments, and adored having some fun.

I expressed my feelings emotionally and... physically.

I had an odd sense of logic and my level of common sense wasn't quite high.

I get very mad very easily. I can be explicit and will commonly take a side no one else will take. I make stupid mistakes. I am only human.

You will want to scream at me.  You will want to cry for me.  You will want to hate me.  You will want to love me.  You will want to kill me.  

He wants to love me, but he wants to kill me.  

That was probably how it all started.

Why I played the bad boy's game.

Because I wasn't like other girls.

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Chapter 1: Really. -_-

I slung my weight-less leather hobo bag over my shoulder and jogged up the long staircase to American Chester High.

Popping a Juicy Fruit in my mouth while humming the Juicy fruit, is gonna move ya jingle, I chewed the gum and blew a quick bubble. The snap was loud and scared the homeless man awake. Quiet pedestrians glared.  

I made another bubble.

Pop!

Being late on the first day of school wasn't exactly a good impression. However, I clearly didn't care. My life was already a spiral staircase to burning hell. This was another easy step down.

"Watch it you, scumbag!" yelled yet another drunk, chucking a beer bottle at me.  The glass skimmed my ear, making me wonder if I could do the Matrix move.  But drunkies everywhere? Lovely.

It was because of my friendly neighbour Satan. In other words, the devil. Well, the human version of the devil. He certainly acted like a demon. Now that I thought of it, the damn hot version of the devil. I know, why do all the bad boys have to be so gorgeous?

I swung open the seven foot glass door and followed my way to the office, acknowledging the cameras from each end of the corridors.

I was here because of him. As expected, I was pissed. My therapist said I had to get away. Move out of Canada. To live with my aunt, the only member left that he hasn't screwed around with. She was the only one without a jail record so it seemed reasonable.

Then again, what was reasonable anymore?

A sweet woman greeted with a warm smile. "How can I help you, dollface?"

"Rivyn DeLor, the new student fr-"

"Ah yes, I heard about you. MVP soccer player of Ontario and daughter of the..."  She averted her gaze, quickly finding sudden intrest in her boobs.

I plastered a fake smile, pretending I didn't notice.  "Well, that's me!" I bitterly gritted through my teeth. I stole a sudden glance at the office clock.

9:20 Forty minutes gone out of the day; not bad for the first time.

"Yeah..."  She craned her neck up and spoke pleasantly, "So here's your schedule and information sheet about our programs and activities," she said, handing me a few papers.

"Thanks," I said, actually meaning it.  I started heading for the door.

"And soccer season is starting soon too! I'd love to see you on our fields!" she added, clearly trying to make up for earlier.  

I reached for the handle and hustled around the corner.  "Doubt it," I mumbled. Scanning through the coloured papers, I made a mental note of my locker number: 2777.

I sneaked into the elevator and found my locker a floor up, it smack beside the sliding doors. My fingers spun the combination and clicked it open. I attached my mirror inside and did a scan of my big raven hair, vampire red lipstick, black skinny jeans and tight rose coloured blouse.  

I've been called a slut. A nerd. A bitch. A dork. 

But I prefered different.  

But they called me a Mean Girl.

An approving grin crossed my lips once I took a quick flash of my easy semester.  

I threw in my extra books for the other subjects and plugged in my ear buds as I closed my locker. I changed the music to a club beat as I banged the lockers like drums. I did a little dance in my furry boots (without my Apple Bottom jeans) and spun around, just to find my English class down the hall.

Room 261. "Sweet."

I knocked a sick beat that matched the song, waiting patiently for the teacher.

No response. I knocked again, this time, the beat a little more complicated.

No one came. I sighed and brought the volume down from my iPod and barged in.

"Good. Now mould into a rock, feel the wind shape around you as your body blocks the gentle gust. Find your Zen."

"You have got to be kidding me," I groaned. Yoga class. Great. I quickly turn my vision to the side, blurred from the twelve ass's pointing towards me. God, someone must have took the term booty call too seriously.  

"Excuse me," I interrupted, taking out an ear bud. "Is this Mr. Gillian's Grade twelve English class?"

A freckled ginger lifted her gaze and shook her head, red curls slapping against her cheeks.. "They're in the library, miss. Look at the bottom of your schedule."

I skipped to the bottom, near the fine print.

'Mondays and Thursdays: English class in the library'.

"Wow. Alright then," I said stupidly as I turned around, closing the door behind me. Oh-I was also called an idiot.  

Whipping out the iPhone5, it revealed 9:50. The half walk and dance began, music blasting my ears as I used the map to reach the library.

Now, this was a surprise since my sense of direction was terrible.  I mean, I even get lost in Wal Mart.  Wal Mart.     

I opened the doors, thinking to myself why people would be doing yoga in an English room, completely not even noticing the library was dead silent. I captured twenty pairs of buggy eyes and had the jitters.  It was like I killed their dog or something. 

The jitters still shaking my legs, I ducked for the empty row at the back. 

As I was about to take a seat, the teacher, Mr. Gillian, cleared his throat and said something but I couldn't hear. "Pardon?" I blurted, pausing the music.

"And you are?"

"The new student from Canada."

"Ah, yes." He pushed his black framed glasses up with a grimace. "And why are you late?" His stern gaze made me slightly shudder. I hated those kinds of people.

"I'm not used to waking up so early," I said sitting down and continuing with the music.

He mouthed something again but my ears refused to listen. "Pardon?" I asked stopping the song. 

"Come sit here," he said pointing to a seat in the front row. "And your name?"

"It's Rivyn DeLor," I answered making my way to the empty chair. I swear I could see a small bit of dry gum on the bottom. Gross.

A cute blonde boy beside me gave my figure a once over. "Well, hullo. Do you work at Subway? Because you just gave me a foot long."

I rolled my eyes, a smile twitching.  He arched a brow, holding his gaze.  "Since we're in English class, I thought I'd like to tell you I'm trying to rearrange the alphabet."

My lips dipped into a frown.  "Into what?"

"I want to arrange the letters so I can put U and I together."

I smirked, sitting down.  "Ah, don't worry about it.  The order of N and O look just fine."

Everyone laughs, enjoying the entertainment. He grinned and glanced back at his work. The excitement simmered down as Mr. Gillian continued with the lesson. "So, who sits here?" I whispered, noticing the other empty seat beside me.

Blondie glimpsed to the clock. "Him," he said just as the time clicked ten. The door swung open and suddenly, the stranger arrested my gaze.

My pencil dropped to the ground, eyes wide. My heart pumped faster and the air thinned.

Oh. My. God.

It was him.

The first drug dealer that began my parents addiction.

The player that stole my best friends virginity.

The wicked monster that sent my cousin to rehab.

The hottest guy I had ever seen.

The reason why my life was hell.

And he was coming to be my English partner.

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This is how you pronounce Rivyn's name just in case you find it complicated.

Rivyn (RIV-YN) (RIV-IN) Like river, except instead of the 'er' it's 'in'

DeLor (DE-LOR) (DEE-LAURE) ((simple enough?))

Song Chapter: Highway to Hell by ACDC

Photo of Rivyn (played as Megan Fox)>>>

PTBBG CAST

Megan Fox as Rivyn DeLor

Alex Pettyfer as Brian Daniels

Sofia Vergara as Aunt Darby

Blake Lively as Klaire Stevens

Zac Efron as Chris Smith

MIchelle Pfeiffer as Mrs. Daniels

Alexander Ludwig as Noah Daniels

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