"No fair, you are so pretty! I cant even pick out a damn outfit! UGHH" Zoe exclaims and then runs back to her closet and continues digging through it. I have on a white quilted cropped top, black high waist jeans, and converses. It's pretty simple. My hair is the usual. Curly. It's not easy maintaining my hair. It has to be moisturized all the time to be curly like I want it.

I don't put on too much makeup on either. I do my eyebrows and I put on lip gloss. I don't overdo it because I know it just won't look good. I walk over to Zoe's closet and push her aside and look at the closet. Zoe has nice clothes. She is just too much of a perfectionist to actually put something together. I pick out a pink striped crop top with white ripped jeans and pink converses.

"See? You damn perfectionist hot head!" I drop the clothes on her bed and then walk out the room and back into my room. Dealing with someone who is similar to you in many ways is very hard. Zoe and I are both hot heads and get frustrated very easily, but she just takes it to another level.

But again, so do I. She leaves fire in her wake. I leave ice so that people could slip and fall when they try to be like me.

I grab my bag and I walk downstairs and out the door and i sit on the porch and wait for Zoe. After 15 long minutes, Zoe hasn't come and I open the door and yell Zoe's name. I hear running down the stairs and Zoe emerges. The outfit fit her perfectly and she left her hair curly

She looks so much like dad it's heart shattering.

I walk away and back out the house and to the bus stop. Zoe walks up next to me.

"Thanks for helping me this morning."

"Mhm"

The bus pulls up and I hop on and walk to a seat and sit down with Zoe sat beside me.

10 minutes later the bus pulls up to the school and Zoe and I are the first ones to hop out the bus and walk to the school.

"Avoid TMZ" I say sternly to Zoe. "They may ask questions about me to you."

Zoe scoffs and looks at me. "Just because you are 5 minutes older than me doesn't mean I am senseless. I know this already Bay. Chill" She walks into the school building and I follow behind her.

Per usual, the school hallways are already bustling with people and Zoe and I have to practically elbow our way through people.

"I will see you in lunch" I yell toward Zoe over the noisy crowd of students. She nods her head and then goes in the direction of her locker and I do mine. When I walk to my locker, Issac is there talking to Asher who is also at his locker. I walk past them and open my locker.

"If it isnt beautiful Bay" someone says and I look over to see Asher looking at me and he sends me a wink in which I grimace causing Issac to stifle a laugh.

"He is right about one thing. You are beautiful." Issac says. "How is your day so far?"

"Besides being hit on by an Ashton Kutcher wannabe, i think its better pretty good, and yours?" I open up my locker and place in my bag.

I look over to him to see him looking at me with an amused look. "Well a beautiful girl just dissed the biggest asshole I have ever met, so my day is splendid." I look over to Asher to see him glaring at me. I gesture a sliding tear on my face and I pout my lips. Issac busts out laughing causing many eyes in the hallway to look over at us.

Asher growls in annoyance. "I am no wannabe. Do i look like fucking Sienna, Victoria's little bitch?"

Did i mention that Asher hates Sienna because she is Victoria's bitch and that she takes orders from the queen bee like a little...well bitch? I don't get it. Despite his apparent hatred of her, he still fucks her if he gets the chance. Doesn't make much sense to me.

A pair of clanking heels nears closer to where am I and I look over to see Talia walking over to us. She stops right in front of Asher and sends him a seductive wink in which he sends her his stupid bad boy smirk.

New nickname for Talia: Temptress Talia.

"Are we on for tonight?" Talia purrs and puts her hand on her hips.

Yes, she literally purred. Like a cat. How do you purr?

"Is that even a question?" Asher responds and puts a hand on her waist bringing her closer. She brings her head in closer and she kisses Asher. Asher responds back to her with a passion that should be kept behind closed doors. It's as if they don't know others are here.

I didn't even realize my face was contorted into a grimace until Issac said, "Woah. That.." Issac gestures to my face. "Thats a true grimace."

"I'm sorry Issac, but two horny teenagers are playing saliva salsa in front of my face. Would you like me to grab a bag of popcorn and skittles and watch with a smile on my face?" I say sarcastically and cross my arms over my chest.

Issac looks at me for a minute and then he shakes his head and says, "Smile" Issac then starts smiling and points to his face.

"Try it" He says. "Why don't you smile?"

"Am i supposed to walk around with a constant smile on my face. Should I put a smile on my face when I look at gum underneath my desks or rusty lockers?" I say.

"Just a little smile. That wouldn't hurt." He says with a smile of his own etched on his face.

The bell rings and I close my locker with my books in my hand.

"I'll see you later Issac." I say and begin walking away.

"So there is a later?!" Issac yells over the noisy crowd causing many people to look toward him and then me. I look back at him and a small smile comes to my face and I shake my head and walk away.

Since when do I smile? Since when does Bay Stewart smile?

Since I met Issac Evans.

....

"I can't believe it. You actually had a conversation with Issac Evans!"

"Yup. No biggie"

"So he isnt that bad huh?"

"Ok you were right. He isn't. He is an okay person. But that doesn't mean my guard goes down. It never will. You of all people should know that."

"Yeah"

Something pops up in my head and I look over at Zoe contemplating whether I should tell her. I don't want to see her hurt, but I wont lie to her.

"Zo?"

"Hmm"

"Asher kissed Talia and they are doing "it" later tonight." I look over to her and she has an impassive face on, but even I know that she is hurt. I can see it in her eyes. Our identical eyes.

"So what? Like I care." She says and stops at the bus stop and we stand in silence and wait for the bus to come to pick up Zoe and I. The bus arrived shortly and drove us home and Zoe and I entered our silent house.

It's been silent for 7 years. Constant silence. It's horrifying because all I do is sit down in the silent house and replay the memories I had with my dad and the day he left. The day I fell asleep standing up crying. The day he got into his red Ford and drove down Mulberry St, turned the corner and never came back. I don't even have a picture of him.

I walk upstairs and into my room and sit at my window and start my homework.

My phone rings beside me and my mom's picture pops up.

"Hey mom"

"Bay sweetie. I need you and Zoe to get dressed and dolled up for a dinner."

"Dinner?"

"Yes my boss is having a dinner and his clients will be there. Two of the clients are bringing their sons so they can learn the trade and I want to bring my two gems."

"Uh ok. When are you coming to pick us up and are you ready?"

"So many questions. Don't worry about me. I am sending a car to pick you up for 6. The dinner starts at 7 and its in the city. Bye hun. Remember 6. You got 2 hours." The phone hangs up and I get up and run to Zoe's room to see her sat on her window listening to music.

Correction: blasting her music in hopes to damage her ear drum and deaf her damn self.

I rip the earbuds out of her ears and her eyes snap over to me.

"What!" She exclaims.

"Mom is giving us 2 hours to get ready to get ready for a dinner. A fancy one with her boss and clients. So get ready now."

"Yes mom" She mutters and i shoot her a glare before walking out the room to get myself together.