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Chapter 3

The rest of my weekend had been extremely boring and mainly full of reading and re-reading books that I had taken out from the library. When I wasn't reading, I was generally stalking my brother around the house. I would eaves drop on his conversations over the phone and spy on him hanging out with his friends outside. On more than one occasion I had asked him where Damen was and what he was up to.

Apparently, Trent hadn't heard from him since he fled our house on Saturday morning. It was now the beginning of a new week, Monday, meaning I had to go to school today and also that I had to see Damen.

My heart was racing as I got ready for school, pulling on a pair of black skinny jeans and a big pink sweater with snoopy on it. I reached for my Batman backpack and headed down stairs.

"Hurry up, Stasee!" My brother called from the front door, "Or I'm leaving without you and you'll have to walk!"

I ran down the stairs and followed Trent through the door and toward his bright red '72 Chevy pick-up. Sure his truck was old, a classic, but it was completely rebuilt from its engine to its body. It probably looked better today than it did in 1972.

I jumped into the passenger seat as Trent jumped into the driver's seat before starting up the engine. He drove down the road and headed toward Kevin's house. He pulled over to the side of the street and parked. I scooted over into the middle of the truck as Kevin jumped in beside me.

"Hey Dude!" He called over to Trent, "You missed a pretty sweet party this weekend. Candise went swimming topless!"

"Hey Kev," Trent laughed, "Yah, Derrek was telling me about it, heard there was quite a bit of sluts there."

"Oh dude, you don't even know!" Kevin said while slapping his knee in excitement.

I just sat there staring out the window as my brother began to drive. This was my life, always surrounded by people talking about their oh-so exciting weekends, whilst mine is always the exact opposite.

Kevin continued, "Jessica and Tiffany were all over Damen again, I mean stripping for him, making-out with each other and lap dancing!"

At the mention of Damen's name my head snapped up and I looked toward Kevin, my heart racing like crazy. Damen came to my house Friday night, took my virginity and then went out partying?! I had this feeling that he, most likely, did stuff with all those skanky girls and completely forgot about me! I could feel a knot begin to form inside my stomach.

"Did...Damen do anything with them?" I asked with a shaky voice.

Kevin turned to look at me as his eyes grew wide with shock. "Holy crap, she talks?!" The blond-haired boy teased. He reached over and rubbed the top of my head like I was a fluffy little lap dog, "Hey Trent's little sister, barely even noticed you there!"

It was so annoying how they never paid any attention to my existence. I mean Kevin knew my name, he had known me for ten years and still he referred to me as 'Trent's Little Sister'.

'I mean, just because you are good looking, play sports and have the girls falling all over you does not give you permission to be such a stuck up prick!' I thought angrily to myself while wishing I was actually brave enough to say that to him.

Unfortunately though, that was just how all my brother's friends were. They were the popular kids-a part of the in-crowd and I was a ghost. I had no label; not a jock or a cheerleader, not a geek or an emo, not a punk or a bad-ass. I was nothing, a label-less loner who walked around with no group to fit into.

"No actually," he finally answered my question before turning his attention back to Trent, "Which is weird. Tiffany and Jessica were pretty much begging for him to notice them and yet, he denied them. He's been acting pretty weird lately."

"You've noticed that too?" Trent asked, "He stayed at my place Friday night and then ran off in the morning without even so much as a 'see ya later'. He walked right passed me and just took off."

"Well, whatever his problem is, he had better get his head out of his ass before the game against the Whiskers this Friday."

"No doubt." Trent agreed.

I reached for my batman backpack and hugged it tightly against my chest. Even though I knew nothing was going to happen between Damen and me and even though I knew he was a dumbass, it was rather comforting knowing that he didn't do anything with Jessica and Tiffany. Who, I might add, are the most popular girls at my school.

"Batman and Snoopy? What are you eight?" Kevin teased me while pointing toward my backpack and then at my sweater.

"Hey dude, leave my sis alone." Trent butted in.

"I was only teasing her." Kevin smirked.

"Well don't." My brother's face was completely serious, in overprotective mode as we pulled up to the school and parked in our usual spot.

"Sorry man."

"Don't say sorry to me, say it to my little sis."

Although my brother and I come from totally different worlds at school and hang with completely different crowds (and by that I mean he actually hung out with a crowd) Trent has always made it his job to watch over and protect me. That was probably one of the main reasons why all of the popular people paid no attention to me. I wasn't cool enough to hang out with them, though; they also couldn't tease or bully me because of my brother. So, instead, they choose to ignore me altogether.

"Sorry, Trent's little sister." He said.

I simply rolled my eyes and jumped out of the truck after him.

"Whatever." I muttered rudely. 'Talk about the worst apology ever!' I thought to myself. I waved good-bye to my brother and then headed up toward the school.

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The bell rang, indicating it was now lunch time. I slowly began to pick up my books from my desk. I was eager to get out of history class because, honestly, history was by far the most boring class there was. But, what I hated more than History was lunch time.

"Don't forget to read through pages twenty-five to thirty tonight. Also, I'd like everyone's papers on the Great Depression on my desk by tomorrow morning!" Mr. Calnon called out to everyone as they scurried out of class. I lingered back, not in any hurry to get to the library. I was almost a hundred percent sure that everyone at Kersha High, except me, looked forward to lunch time.

Lunch was the time of day I hated the most because I sat alone and read for the entire hour. Every day, lunch time reminded me of what a complete loner I was.

I walked down the hallway and headed toward the library. I still had to take back the four books I had taken out for the weekend.

I was about ten feet away from the library when a door suddenly opened up in my face. A hand reached out from the darkened room and grabbed onto my arm. I felt my body being pulled through the doorway against my will. I didn't have a chance to even think about what was happening and once the door shut everything went black. Someone had pulled me into what I figured was the janitor's closet. The lights were off and I couldn't manage to see who the perpetrator was. Fear was beginning to work its way through my body as my heart began to pound loudly inside my chest.

"H-He-Hello...?" I stuttered, speaking into the blackness.

"Shhhhh..."