~Faked~

After I had left Nevada, there just didn't seem to be any point any more. I hated meeting new people. I didn't want new friends. The only thing that would make any of this better is if my mom's husband would drop dead and we could move back home. Then he showed up in my life a week after I'd moved in. He was arrogant, rude, and on top of it all, involved with the popular kids. One of my top ten rules, is avoid popularity by direct means. So, why am I so willing to forget about it with him when he doesn't even like me?