Bad Meets Worse

1 | not my type

My name is Arin Schnell. I'm your so called, average girl, living in Beverly Hills with my mom, dad, and slightly older brother Joey. We just moved here from LA, but will still be attending the same school as we did before.

You could say I had a lot of friends... More like people who either looked up to me, or pitied me after what happened last year. I lost all of my friends when that happened, or who I thought were my friends at least.. After I changed over the summer, word got around and I've started to get a reputation.

The only person I could always trust has been my best friend Alia Perrin. She's been my best friend for ages now, and some people call us the 20, because someone had the idea that we were both 10's when they rated us, and together we made the 20.

Don't know how they got that idea... I mean Alia was absolutely stunning, and I was just average-looking. But it stuck, and since then, me and Alia have been inseparable.

Then there comes my brother Joey's friends, which I'm constantly forced to hang out with since he brings them over so often.

My brother's sort of Mr. Popular around school, being the soccer team's captain and all, along with football and lacrosse. I don't know how he got so gifted when it came to sports, I'm so incredibly uncoordinated, last week I tripped up the stairs at the mall on the 3rd step.

I play soccer however, because it's always kept me sane in a way. Last summer I had no one to go to that could help me, so I turned to playing soccer, and I'm not gonna lie, my ball and cleats got me through some shitty times.

Joey has circles of friends at his disposal, but his two main friends have always been Luc Petrino and Josh Strello. They're his go to's, and every girl in school fawns over the three of them.

Gag.

I mean don't get me wrong, I love Luc and Josh, they're like my brothers to me beside Joey. That's what makes it unbelievably disgusting when just about every girl that crossed their paths throws themselves at them.

I've never been that kind of girl.. The type to slut around and hook up with any guy who offers. Especially since I've shut everyone out after last summer.

I've learned to keep to myself, and learn the heartbreaker's ways. Well enough to toy with a boy's heart strings with my eyes closed. But I only do that if I'm hit on, and I'm actually interested.

It's really unhealthy.. I know.

But that's not stopping me, because it's better to be the heartbreaker than the heartbroken.

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*Arin's POV*
I'm awoken by my phone's alarm clock, telling me to "wake up or you run an extra mile today."

I put that into the label for my alarm as motivation for me to get up, because I am most certainly not a morning person.

I turn my alarm off, and go open my curtains to let some natural light into my room.

Ugh, I hate this house. We just moved in, and I got the room that has the window directly across from our neighbor's. Like whoever designed this house obviously didn't know of the term privacy. This was one of the first few nights staying in the house, and luckily I've already settled in.