I woke up earlier than usual, probably because I fell asleep earlier than usual. I rubbed my eyes and stretched, letting out a loud yawn.

"Jesse! Jess, get down here. Breakfast is ready!" My mom yelled up the stairs to me. Looking down, I saw my slippers and slipped them on.

I walked down the stairs slowly, shoulders slumped. The scent of bacon filled my nose. Oh, how I loved bacon. It's really greasy and fattening, but I couldn't resist it.

I entered the kitchen and sat at the table where my mom set my plate. A munched on my big slice of bacon while cutting up my eggs with my fork.

"Honey, slow down with that bacon. You're going to get sick," my mother whined to me. I rolled my eyes and ate the last little piece of my bacon then began to eat my eggs.

Once I finished breakfast, I took a quick shower, got dressed, put on make up, and did my hair. I was all about appearance. I couldn't look like a slob when I went to school, that would ruin my reputation as one of the most beautiful girls in school.

I kissed my mom once on the cheek and pat my dog's head, "Bye mom, love you, and bye Kendall." The little red husky stuck its tongue out and barked once at me in goodbye.


"What do you mean someone's been sending you mean e-mails?" Paige was staring at me with large brown eyes.

"Well, I got this e-mail last night." I showed Paige the e-mail sent by "unknown," and she pursed her lips.

"This seems fake. Are you just trying to make up something?"

"No! I'm not! Why would I fake a mean e-mail like that?" My voice raised a little higher than I expected it to. I blinked once.

"To get attention. Trust me, Jesse, I know you like the back of my hand," Paige glared at me then turned and went to her locker, clearly upset that I'd yelled at her.

I sighed then went to my locker, putting in the combination of numbers to unlock the lock on my locker. I felt lips on my ear, and it made me jump slightly.

"Jesse, why don't we just head to the bathroom, have a little fun, you know?" I could tell it was Evan's voice, and I immediately was fueled with anger.

"Evan, get away from me, I dumped you, remember? And that means, I don't like you. Get a life that doesn't include harassing me." I pushed him away from me and glared at him.

He smirked and moved back, closer than before. I could feel his hands running down my back, towards an area I didn't want him to touch, "Come on, don't be like that."

I turned around and smacked him as hard as I could, "I told you, get away from me, I. Don't. Like. You."

I slammed my locker and began to walk towards my first class, Evan rubbing his cheek roughly and watching me go. "Feisty, I see! Two can play at that game!" Evan yelled at me. I just turned around, and held up my middle finger to him.

"Suck it," I smiled innocently.

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