Okay this is a new story and I hope you give it a chance.
Im still working on 'Fame cute boys...' but I have been messing with this idea for awhile.
So like i said give it a chance and Please comment and tell me if you think i should continue. :] Also Vote if you want!
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3 Years Earlier.

I gazed into his eyes.
His beautiful green eyes.
I could gaze into them forever.
He seemed distracted though.
"Damien you there" I asked. He looked at me painfully. I look confused.
"Aussie. We need to talk" he said and I got worried.
"About what?" I asked.
"Just follow me" he said and took a hold of my hand and led me away from the dance floor. We walked into a nearby hallway and stood in front of me. "I have to go" he said and I nodded. "When? So I can pack my bags" I said quickly.
"Im leaving. Your staying" he said and I understood. He was leaving me.
"We can be a long distance relationship" I said hopeful.
"Aussie. We cant be together. I don't like you anymore" he said and I felt like a knife stabbed me in the heart. "Come on Damien. Don't do this. Not now" I said laying a hand on his arm and he cringed from m touch. "I don't like you Aussie. Bye" he said and started walking away. I chased after him, grabbed onto his arm.
"Damien STOP" I said and he shook me off again.
"Don't touch me" he growled and I backed up.
"Bye" he said and walked away. This time I didn't chase him. I didn't do anything but stand there like an idiot. Wanting to run after him, hug him, and kiss him. He walked away his shaggy black hair and beautiful green eyes. His perfect, naturally toned body. I slipped to the ground. My heart aching for the one touch that sent my body into over drive. What did I do? I cried into my hands, wishing he was back here. I slowly got up and walked out of the school. The cool night air hitting my skin. Making realization hit me.
My heart hurt, my limbs ached but I shook off the feeling.
I smiled when I thought I would never be able to again.
Men suck.
Men take your heart, make you fall for them, then rip out and stomp on it.
I thought this over and over again to keep the tears away. I walked home and up to my bedroom. Ignoring my mom and dad who were on the couch watching the news. I went in my room, on my bed and laid down.
"Damien. Why?" I asked myself
I didn't know that I would be wondering that question for three whole years.
That Men Suck would be slogan for three years.
That my heart would finally heal enough not to cry when he is mentioned in three years.
I defiantly didn't know, the slogan I made, the walls I built, the memories I hid would come back in three years. When I met the man who made me the way I am.





Chapter One..

"Aussie. Come down here" my mother cried from downstairs.
"Coming" I called back, putting the cute shirt I was trying on down. I ran downstairs and into the living room. "Yeah" I asked my mom and dad sitting on the couch.
"Your dad got a promotion" my mom said and I nodded and gave a why-do-I-care look to her. "So" I said.
"Were moving" my dad said.
"When" I asked, happy to be leaving all the memories behind for good.
"Tomorrow morning" my mom said surprised I didn't overreacted.
"Okay. Got to go pack" I said and darted upstairs.
I packed all my clothes, pictures everything I loved away. Happy to be moving on.
"MOM NO" my seven year old brother Mark cried from the living room as my parents told him the good news.
"I refuse to go" he screamed and ran upstairs and slammed his bedroom door. Only to let out a high pitch scream. "MY STUFF IS GONE" he yelled and I sighed. Finishing packing and walking to his room. I opened up and saw he was right. All he had in his room was a bed. His walls were bare, his games were gone. Everything. I backed out and walked into my room. Looking around and noticing all my things were gone too. I was surprised for an instance but then I remembered I didn't have anything really important. So I shrugged and laid down, waiting for tomorrow to come. So I can go to a new place, make new friends, make a whole different me. A boy hating, sexy lady. I smiled and closed my eyes, wishing sleep to come to me.

---- After the move ---

I loved my new room, my new house.
Everything was great.
My dad got a lot more money now so we didn't have to worry about any of that.
I was just so happy, excited and bubbly.
Right now I was getting ready to go to school. I was so happy it was a school with a uniform policy. So then I didn't have to worry about finding something to wear. I put on the cute plaid, black and white skirt. It was pretty short, I noted when I saw that I couldn't bend down. It had a cute white shirt and a black and white plaid tie. I brushed my dark red hair and put my head band on that matched my tie and skirt. I slipped on some cute black flats and grabbed my purse and bag and ran downstairs. My brother was wearing normal clothes, which I envied. He was so laid back and grumpy lately since the move. "Hey Marcy" I said ruffling his dark red hair.