I'm the most popular girl at school...and I'm in love with the bad boy?! \\-f-o-u-r-\\ oh no not the cinnamon buns! \\

"Mornin barbie." A cold mocking voice broke through my silent reverie.

I looked up and saw the familiar face of the new english kid. He was dressed exactly the same as yesterday. Maybe he's like Dexter and has loads of the same outfit in his closet. The only difference was the lack of his red overshirt and leather jacket. Only the fitted black t-shirt.


"Well if it isnt tall drab and annoying." Stacy quipped back with a small smile.


It was ten to seven in the morning. She had slunk out of Mary's house early and headed to school hoping the girl would think she'd gone home or something. Mary's house was the epitome of luxury and Stacy felt too out of place inside it.


The guy laughed easily and sat down beside her. Without her friends around or any possibility of someone seeing her Stacy decided to try and have a conversation with him.


"Where are you from?" She asked curiously.


"Southern England." He replied while flicking out a cigarette and lighter.

Stacy stared at him like he was insane. "Are you mad? What are you doing?!" She hissed.


"Sitting down next to Latino barbie and having a smoke." He replied taking huge drags on the cigarette.


"We are on school campus, you could get expelled"


He raised a mocking eyebrow at her. "You're point is, love? Wouldn't be the first time anyway."


Not bothering to get dragged into his history Stacy examined him while trying to look like she was staring at anything but him. It was a difficult feat. He raised his arm and she flinched and quickly darted away.


He looked at her oddly as he pushed his hair out his face. He raised his arm to push his hair back. Stacy had naturally assumed he was going to hit her. Reflexes gained from living with an abusive alcoholic.


"Something wrong, love?" He said throwing the cigarette butt on the floor and crushing it under the toe of his boot.


"Nothing. Stop calling me 'love'." She said trying to hide her embarassement at her reaction.


"It's not like I have anythin' better to call you now do I?"


Stacy decided he made a valid point and offered her name. "Stacy Valentine Stansilopolous." She informed him. "Not 'love'."


"Right you are love, nice name you have there." He said with a chuckle.


Stacy groaned and hid her smile behind her hair. Curly hair does have its perks. When she emerged he had another ciggie in his mouth.


"You could die or develop cancer from those you know." She said gravely.


"I'm going to die anyway and I'm not going to develop cancer."


"Why not?" She asked curiously.


"I'm too toxic for disease." He laughed and once again Stacy hid her smile.


"What's your name?" She asked him.


"Vincent." He responded dragging on the cigarette like his life depended on it. "Want a fag?"


Stacy's eyes widened and she choked, "What?! Did you just ask me if I wanted a fag?!" She asked shrilly.


Vincent raised his eyebrows at her in question, "Maybe you take this 'cancer or death' thing a little to seriously. No need to throw a fit, love."


"..What? You aren't making any sense, repeat everything."


"I asked if you wanted a cigarette and you spazzed." He said simply.


"Cigarette? You asked if I wanted a fag!"


"Thats what we call 'em in England..." He responded clearly confused.


Stacy burst out laughing. She had never laughed like this before. She threw her head back as tears of laughter fell from the corners of her eyes. This felt great, she had never had reason to laugh like this. Just the feeling made her laugh even harder. Vincent was edging away from her slowly.


"You're right bonkers ain't you..?" He mumbled.


After around twenty second of pure laughter Stacy caught her breath and tried to explain to Vincent the hilarity of it all. It took a full ten minutes before he realised what she was trying to gasp out. When he finally did he laughed as well sending Stacy into another fit.


Both of them caught their breath and Stacy wiped the tears from her eyes. Good thing her makeup was waterproof or she'd have a horrible time cleaning up the mess.


Stacy and Vincent continued chatting for some more time. She was beginning to enjoy herself when a shrill shriek cut through her words. Startled she turned around to the source of the voice.


"Stace! Darling! There you are! Who are you talking to?" Mal asked as she sashayed towards Stacy and Vincent.


Stacy swore under her breath and quickly stood up and walked towards her friend. They did the whole 'kiss-the-air-next-to-each-others-cheeks' routine and Mal kept trying to peer over Stacy's shoulder.


"Stacy whos the boy? Were you two talking." Mallory gasped. "Are you cheating on Mark?!"


Stacy pushed her friend toward the shcool building and away from Vincent. "Don't be silly I'm not cheating on anyone. I was here early and he came and sat beside me. We didn't talk at all." Stacy said rapidly and firmly.


Mallory bought the story and didn't ask anymore questions. Although she glanced over her shoulder at Vincent a few times. He just sat there smoking his thousandth 'fag' and lounging. Stacy was glad he hadn't tried to call to her or anything. God if her friends saw her with Vincent or Mary she would never be able to live the shame down. Her reputation would be ruined.


For now though Mallory kept her mouth shut and Stacy pretended that nothing had happened. The day went on as usual with no other strange occurences. She didn't have Chemistry today so she hadn't caught sight of Mary. Stacy was grateful that the girl had given her a place to sleep for the night but she couldn't let Mary or anyone else for that matter get any closer to her than that.


The lunchtime bell rang and Stacy joined her friends at their usual table in the cafeteria. She alternated tables every now and then sometimes sitting with the rest of the cheer squad, sometimes with the football team and most of the time with her clique. She picked up a tray and went to get herself some lunch, coach Lawfeld would have her head if she didn't have three meals a day. Since Stacy did not eat breakfast or dinner she made lunch nice and big, and healthy. Junk food was out.


"Oh my gawd! Zoe they have cinnamon buns!" A girl squealed with delight.


I turned to look at the source of the noise and spyed two girls about my age. One was dressed in a black poofy skirt with lace and chiffon under it and elbow length fishnet gloves. Her makeup was thick and black with dark red lipstick. She wore a lacy sort of victorian top and her hair was pulled into two messy buns with a long fringe covering half her face. The other girl, the source of the noise, was dressed in baggy pants and a white hoody. This girl had a lip piercing and flashy pink and blue makeup. Her hair was blonde and streaked pink and blue and very short except for the long bangs in front. The pink and blue girl was hopping up and down in delight. I looked at her tray and nearly fell over, it was stacked high with every sugary food imaginable from cookies to muffins to waffles. I blinked as she added the cinnamon buns to the mountain of sugar.


The other girl, Zoe, at like a rabiit. Vegetables, vegetables and a fruit. That was it. She had an amused one-sided smile on her face as her friend leaped all over the place. Pink n blue was already hyper out of her mind did she need all that sugar?


"Oi, barbie, are you moving or what?" The same cold voice she had heard in the morning asked from behind her.


"Shove off Vincent. Leave the posh princess alone." Pink n blue said with a smirk in my direction.


I glared at the both of them and kept walking, sliding a few things onto my tray I continued ahead to the lady I was supposed to pay.


"Princess Barbie you dropped something!" Pink n Blue yelled.


Turning around I saw her holding a condom wrapper. Just the wrapper with nothing inside. Zoe began snickering and people turned to look. Vincent sneered and Pink n Blue waved the wrapper at me tauntingly.


"Hey Barbie don't you want this back? Hang it on your wall like the other hundred you have." She mocked.


The whole cafeteria was staring by now. I was mortified in paralysis.


"That's not mine.." I whispered but noone cared. The football team began jeering and people were beginning to laugh.


Unable to handle the humiliation I turned around and tried to walk away. Someone grabbed my arm quickly and my reflexes exploded. In one swift move I turned around and pushed the person away with all my strength. I had no control over my movements, this sort of thing happened all the time if someone touched me suddenly or roughly.


The tray I had been holding slipped from my hands and everything was a confused mass until a shrill voice yelled "Oh no!! Not the cinnamon buns!!"


When my vision cleared, Pink N Blue was on the floor scavenging her precious cinnamon buns. Zoe and Vincent were gone and the whole cafeteria was silent. Feeling tears stinging my eyes I blinked them back and raised my head proudly staring at everyone. My eyes glinted with strength that was a facade and I mentally dared anyone to piss me off. Mallory skipped over to me and hugged me, I pushed her away roughly and turned to Pink N Blue.


"Next time you feel like publicly humiliating yourself emo girl, do it with someone who wont completely kick your ass." I growled in her direction then in a moment of anger stepped on all her cinnamon buns.


"Not the cinnamon buns!!" She cried as I mutilated them.

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Vincent caught up to Zoe. She had walked out of the cafeteria once her friend started making a spectacle. Zoe hated it when Jen began acting like destroying the repuations of all the popular girls was her job. As if she were some highschool defender of the oppressed or something. She especially hated that Jen had picked Valentine as her victim, the girl was actually quite nice she hadn't oppressed or tortured anyone at all.


"It's Zoe right?" Vincent said brushing his hair out of his eyes and smiling.


Zoe looked up and smiled back. He was pretty cute. "Yeps, thats me." She said, "You are?"


"Vincent. So Zoe, can I ask you something?"


"Sure thing."


"Where do you shop?"


Zoe's jaw dropped, where did she shop?!


"Oh and, theres this gig on the weekend that I have a couple of tickets for, wanna join?"


Zoe grinned, "I don't shop anywhere in particular I just pick things up here and there. And I'd love to go to this gig with you."


The two walked around school campus laughing and joking and discussing everything they had in common, which was a lot.


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