The doorbell rings and I call down to Mia telling her the cash for pizza is on the entryway table. I can hear voices downstairs in a low hush and the door shut as I come bounding down the stairs. My wet hair perched on my head in a messy bun with an oversized stained sweatshirt and some spandex shorts underneath. When I put my foot on the landing I teeter and almost fall over when I see who is standing in my foyer.  “Cameron!” I say shocked. Looking over to a confused and mildly amused Mia. “What are you doing here?”. “I need to talk to you.” he chokes out slowly as his eyes travel the length of my exposed legs and up to the old ratty high school football sweatshirt. I cross my arms and try to hide my pleasure at the way his eyes are devouring me even in my disheveled state. “About what?”

7:15 rolls around and I sit waiting near Faith’s locker. I check my watch every 5 minutes hoping she shows up soon. She skipped her run club this morning and I have to see her before class today. I've been waiting for 2 hours just to see her face. I know I can't talk to her about this, not when she is struggling with her own things, but just being around her seems to have a calming effect on me. I'm finding myself growing more anxious and worried about my Grandma and angry and murderous about the manipulation Angela and her father are pulling off on my family. How am I literally stuck in a relationship with the world's biggest gold digger? I hear a fake girly giggle and my blood runs cold. Angela. Shit. I start to walk hoping she won't see me. She chats away about the new birthday present I am supposedly getting for her to confess my undying love. I toss my hood up over my head and pretend to be getting i

*Faith POV* I can't help but feel like I'm on cloud 9. I'm actually friends with Cameron, Izzy likes me, I mean really likes me. And though I have feelings for Cameron, knowing Izzy feels the same way I do for him is enough to make me think about a possible future with him when he finally reveals himself. It’s weird how this year has turned out so far. Here we are a few months into senior year and I’ve kissed 3 different guys, gone to a party, had several mental breakdowns and made two new guy friends. Oh and Noah came back. I can slowly feel myself opening up, letting people in. ok not very many people and both of them are secrets, but hey it's a step in the right direction. I mean I'm going to have to be friendly at college if I want to make it through I suppose, We will just call this all a learning experience. I try to keep the smile from my face as I wal

“Faith,” My mother says softly as she opens the door. I blink rapidly trying to clear my eyes as I find her in the door frame. “Yeah?” I respond groggily, reaching for my phone to check the time, but not finding it I ask. “What time is it? “It’s 7. I thought you might want some dinner.” I nod in the dimly lit room not knowing for sure if she can see the movement. “Are you feeling better?”  “Sure” “You’re Dad called.” She states simply. “Ok.” “He told me what happened at school this morning.” I stopped searching for my slippers and looked at her. I understand that they talk. Regardless of what went down, he is my father and

 *Faith POV*  The school is covered in painted blue signs warning me of the impending doom happening at the end of the half school day. Pep rally day. The day where everyone gets to cram into the gymnasium, scream loudly, and cheer for the cheerleaders and their sultry dance moves. It's great really, I mean who doesn't love to watch Angela prance around like she runs the world. Oh, yeah. Me. I loathe this stupid stuff. What does any of it have to do with life outside of this stuffy place? Berry walks up to me as I stand next to the sign staring at it with all my vehement hate.  “If you’re not careful the paint is going to melt right off that sign and onto your shoes.” he jokes and I turn my disgruntled gaze towards him. This jerkface made me run an extra 2 miles today and then made me add extra weights to my reps and I didn't even have Izzy the