"It was incredible!" Georgia claps her hands together as Zara and I listen. I'm not doing a very good job at it, nodding mutely, my mind elsewhere as I pick up a carrot stick. "Wasn't it Sav?" I look over, her gaze locked on me as she waits for my reply.

"Sure was!" I reply, hoping she's still on about the film we went to see yesterday night.

"You need to go and see it!" She turns back to Zara and I look back down at my food. At least I got the answer right - she was still talking about the film. I don't know why my mind is so distracted today but I can't even seem to hold a conversation. Maybe it's the thought of my driving test later.

Maybe...

Who am I kidding? I'm terrified. Ever since I sat down in the driving seat and began learning I've grown more nervous about the thought of taking my life into my own hands on the road. I've never met a driver more nervous than me and I'm really not okay with that. I bite off a big chunk of carrot and notice both of my friends looking at me.

"Nervous Savannah?" Zara asks, obviously amused. 

"What makes you think that?" I savagely bite more and Georgia bursts out laughing.

"It'll be fine Sav!" She giggles and I shrug.

"I'd like to hear you say that after I end up crashing into a signpost," I mutter and Georgia erupts into more laughter as Zara smirks.

"You won't." Zara assures and I look up at her, munching into my carrot again. They slowly move on, starting a new conversation about what we should do at the weekend and I zone out, my mind still preoccupied with my test. A high-pitched squeal distracts me from my food and I gaze over the heads of Georgia and Zara to the other side of the cafeteria.

The head cheerleader, Ashley Farrier, stands in the middle of the room, over the shoulders of a familiar boy. She laughs as he puts her down and kisses her roughly on the lips before they pull away and he wraps his arms around her waist. I feel my lips automatically part slightly as I stare, taking in the sight of him.

Brett Winters.

You know in Mean Girls when they describe Regina George?

Brett Winters... How do I even begin to explain Brett Winters.

Brett Winters is flawless.

He has brunette hair that stands out against his ocean blue eyes.

His muscles are visible through even the baggiest of clothing.

His family have five houses and he drives a black sleek sports car.

I hear he's already been scouted by three different colleges.

I hear he can talk any girl into bed by merely smiling at them.

And just like any popular person in school... 

One time he mocked me in the middle of the crowded school.

I didn't think it was awesome. I ran.

I ran straight home to my sister, Elle, and cried into her arms all night long.

That was one year ago and Brett Winters hasn't looked in my direction since. I think I'm the only girl in the school that doesn't worship him. Sure, I drool along with the rest of the school at the sight of him - who wouldn't? But I know the only thing behind those gorgeous eyes is a heartless player, a man who knows how good he looks. An arrogant, spoilt jock. That's all.

Him and Ashley fit together better than I can even express to you. Two cruel, popular people, loving that they are the center of the school.

I watch as she finally removes her lips from his and turns, wiggling her hips as she struts towards her worshipers across the room. I raise my eyebrows at her tiny skirt and see Brett smirk as he watches her leave before he walks towards the football team. I shake my head and turn back to my carrots, suddenly losing the tiny appetite that I have.

"I feel sick," I say and Georgia shakes her head at me.

"It's gonna be fine Sav!" She tuts and I sigh, reaching for my bag.

"I have cheer," I reply flatly as Zara gets up too, grabbing her stuff from the floor.

"You'll do really well Sav!" Georgia smiles at me and I thank her before Zara and I leave the room, away from the bustling students. We make our way silently towards the field and I am grateful, Zara clearly realizing that I need my own space at the moment.

*~*~*

After an hour of holding up cheerleaders at the bottom of the pyramid I stretch my arms out to get rid of the cramps and cringe in pain. Grabbing onto my bag I ignore the squealing girls in the changing rooms before making my way out to the exit, ready for this day to be over.

I took up cheerleading because I have no other extra-curricular activities and there is no way I'm getting into a college without one. I never intended to be at the bottom of anything, hoisting up tiny girls. It just ended up that I am one of those cheerleaders who everyone forgets.

I stand at the bottom. Silently. I don't enjoy it. At least Zara sometimes gets to be in the middle.

I roll my eyes as I wrestle with my bag, struggling to keep it on my shoulder. As I reach the parking lot, a sudden loud roar comes from the left of me and my head instantly whips to the side, quickly jumping backwards to avoid my feet being run over by the expensive black sports car as it speeds past me. I curse under my breath, watching it disappear around the corner before I reach down and pick my bag back up.

I hate popular people.

*~*~*

"What can I get for you?" I smile, holding my notepad in front of me.

"Two cokes and two cheeseburgers," the elderly lady answers and I nod, noting it down as I walk back behind the counter. I input the order and send it through to the kitchen before picking up an empty napkin holder beside me and filling it up. I'm halfway through the second holder when the bell on the door rings and I look up to see Brett Winters enter, his arm slung around Ashley as some of their friends pour in behind them. They saunter over towards a booth and I look over pleadingly at my boss, Harry, praying for a miracle.

He points at me and then at the booth, confirming my worst fear that I have no choice but to serve the pretentious idiots. I grimace, grabbing my notepad before taking a deep breath and giving myself a pep talk, walking over with a fake smile plastered onto my face.

Savannah you've got this. They don't even know who you are! It's going to be okay. Just take the order and leave. They won't recognize you. Take the order and...

"Hello?" Ashley interrupts my train of thought. "Anyone in there?" She smirks and the others chuckle as Brett smirks, clearly amused.

"Uhh what can I get you?" I mumble and Ashley grins.

"You're one of my cheerleaders?" It's more of a question than a statement and she sits back, crossing her arms as she leans into Brett.

"I am," I answer, raising my eyebrows at her.

"I would never have known!" Ellis, one of Brett's friends exclaims, Ashley and her friends immediately chuckling at the statement. I bite my tongue, my smile morphing into more of a grimace as I look down at my notepad.

"I'll have the double chilli burger." Brett interrupts and I nod, my eyes fixed on the paper in front of me.

"I'll have the same." Ellis orders and Ben, another football player nods in agreement.

"Me too." I write it down and turn towards the girls. I watch as they cringe away from my gaze and furrow my eyebrows. What's wrong with them?

"We don't want anything," Ashley exclaims, horror written over her face at the fact I suggested they may want some food.

"Coming right up." I half curtsy, watching Brett's amused expression grow as I turn to leave, my cheeks red.

Why did I curtsy?! What kind of idiot curtsies this day and age? They aren't even important people. They're going to think I think they are royalty. For fucks sake!

I curse under my breath, throwing the notepad behind the counter as I punch the order in. I most certainly will not be the one delivering their burgers to them.

*~*~*

"Perfect Savannah. Now if you could just pull up to the end of the road here and take a left." The driving instructor notes something down on his notebook and I try to stop my hands from shaking on the wheel.

Breathe Savannah, I try to coach myself.

I ease down on the brake at the end of the road, looking up and down the road, letting out a small sigh of relief when I realize it's empty. I slowly check my mirrors once more before starting to ease out onto the road. A sudden horn sounds out from behind me and a familiar sleek black sports car speeds around me, causing me to jolt on the brakes.

The driving instructor looks shocked as I shoot my gaze over to him and I know immediately that it's not good news.

*~*~*

I take a deep breath as I push against the huge gates and they swing open, my eyes on the house behind them.

What are you doing Savannah? This guy probably doesn't even remember you. He doesn't know you.  Why do I think I have the right to accuse him of causing me to fail? I really don't....

I turn back around, cursing under my breath as I prepare to walk away, back towards the poorer side of town.

Pull yourself together! He is the reason you've just failed your driving test. It's people like him that cause you to hate society. He deserves nothing less than your wrath, Savannah!

With determination driving me I turn back around, storming up the driveway without another thought, no doubt in my mind.

The house is huge, ominously towering over me, my mouth almost dropping open in awe. It must be twenty times the size of my apartment with my sister. Who am I kidding... it's fifty times the size of my dinky home! I quickly walk up the steps to the front door, ignoring the fact that I am way out of my depth, and hammer on the door before I lose my courage. As I wait I begin to bite my lip as I fiddle with the sleeve of my shirt, anger coursing through me.

Brett Winters, you better be ready because I am going to yell at you so much that...

The door opens suddenly, revealing a shirtless Brett. I feel my mouth begin to salivate and my lips part as my eyes unintentionally gaze over him.

"Can I help you?" he asks, amusement clear in his eyes.

"I.. Uh.." Excellent choice of words Savannah. Really?

"You're from the diner." He notes, crossing his arms and accentuating his biceps. I struggle to tear my eyes away as he grins.

"Uh.. Yeah.." I manage.

"Like what you saw? You had to come to my house?" He raises his eyebrows, smirking and I feel something in me snap.

"You wish," I snap and his smirk grows.

"Feisty... I like it." He reaches out, caressing my cheek. I stand there, shocked by the sudden warm contact. I quickly reach up, slapping his hand away. His eyes show a flash of surprise before it's replaced by his signature smirk.

"You cost me everything today Brett Winters!" I snap and he looks confused.

"I just had a burger?"

"You nearly ran me over at school. You clearly don't remember me anywhere and then when I finally obtain the courage to get behind the wheel of a car and take my test, you sped past me, causing me to fail!" I rant and he begins to nod slowly. "Why are you nodding?" I throw my hands up, exasperated.

"I'm sorry," he finally says, stepping back to shut the door.

"Sorry?" I splutter, taking a step further and placing my hand on the door. "That's all you have to say?" I'm speechless at his lack of emotion.

"What more do you want?" He scowls, but I can sense that there is still an element of amusement within his eyes.

"Want?" I retort. "I have no idea. One thing's for sure, I always thought it, but now I know you are just as selfish and conceited as I always believed you were." I shoot, letting go of the door and turning away. I notice the amusement is gone before I turn but I don't look back, struggling with the tears that are falling from my eyes.

"Hey! Wait!" I hear him call but continue to walk, "Wait!" I feel him grip onto my arm and whirl me around. "Shit." He looks surprised. "You're crying."

"Gold star for you." I rip my arm out of his grip.

"I can't let you leave like this." He reaches his arms towards me and I glare back.

"Like what? You don't know me!"

"Sure I do. You're a cheerleader!" He shrugs and I chuckle lightly.

"What's my name?"

"Uhh..." Brett runs his hands through his hair.

"Nice one." I laugh, walking towards the gates. "Just continue to stay away from me and everything will be just as it should be."

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