The day I met Alex Gaskarth was the day that changed my life. Sure, he's an asshole, a man-whore whatever you wanna call him, but you don't know him, just like I didn't know him at one point. I kinda underestimated how much of a mess he actually was. I thought it was just an excuse for the way he acted, but I was wrong. Alex was complicated. Like a map with no compass to guide.
Me, on the other hand, was not complicated, at all. I was possibly the most boring person on earth. I was never one of those girls who spent $50 on a t-shirt, or on makeup. I never did anything with my hair. I think I have worn it in a simple ponytail everyday since I was 5, since my parents divorced. I live with my mum and brothers, John and Michael, both younger. I live a normal life, my mum works for the local newspaper and I spend my free time doing homework, cooking dinner for my brothers or listening to classical music.
I went to school in an outfit I like to refer to as 'the usual'. It was made up of my simple dark blue jeans, my favourite red hoodie and my white converses. I also wear glasses. I'm just going to be straight up honest, I have messed up eyes. When I got to school the first thing I noticed was Gemma, my best friend. She was definitely the most noticeable student in school. She wore a black and pink Paramore t-shirt, that she picked up from an old festival her and her cousin Jack went to. She had a pink tutu on with black ripped leggins on with knee high black converses on. She had a black studded backpack covered in badges with her favourite bands on like Fall Out Boy and You and Me at Six on her back and a pair of hot pink Dr Dre beat headphones around her neck.
"Hey!" She called out to me as she ran over "New Hoodie?"
"Shut up Gem!" I said giving her a soft punch on her right arm.
"I'm sorry," She said, laughing, "But you need some new clothes, people are starting to notice that you wear pretty much the same thing everyday,"
"Well I can't exactly go shopping can I? I have to look after my brothers,"
"Oh please," She said sarcastically, "Isn't that your mums job? Lets go to the mall tonight, pick up a few things,"
"I can't I have homework and I don't have any money," I said. I was lying because i did have money. I just hated shopping. The endless choice, the rush of people when sales were on and most of all, the annoying sales associates that suck on you like a leech as soon as you enter the store.
"Whatever," She said "oh and please meet me by my locker after German, I need to talk to you about something,"
"Okay," I said. I looked ahead of me to find an empty hallway. Then I realized the bell must of rang and everyone was in class. Shit. This is the first time I'd ever been late to class.