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jake/lilly.

By Katie

a/n: Lake is my guilt ship. Lake needs more supporters. SUPPORT LAKE. This is a decidedly semi-AU story. That is all...

disclaimer: If only Cody Linley belonged to me...alas, he does not. Fudge.

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She doesn't like Abercrombie and Fitch. She thinks that any and all American Eagle apparel should be burned very slowly, and that every girl who wears it should be forced to watch said apparel burn. Because she, Lilly, hates American Eagle and Aeropostale and any other clothing companies that start with the letter A.

He wears Abercrombie and Fitch. He thinks that every guy should have the chance to wear American Eagle's jeans, because he likes them so much. Because he, Jake, likes American Eagle and Aeropostale and any other clothing companies that start with the letter A.

Maybe that's why they hate each other so much.

"Prep." she coughs one day when he walks by at 6th period lunch.

"Goth." he coughs back, sitting down with the other sporty guys.

She pretends like his words don't hurt her, but they do. Lilly stares down at her red Converse and black nails and tugs on a strand of her red highlights. She is not Goth. Why do people just assume that all people who wear black and like rock bands slit their wrists and love vampires?

Okay, Lilly does admittedly likes the Twilight book series.

And Jake puts on his fake "I'm cool, I'm cool" front, but he hates what Lilly says. He looks down at his varsity jacket, and his Nike shoes. He is not preppy. Why do people just assume that all people who are on the football team and date cheerleaders are lunkheads who have nothing on their mind but getting into girls' pants?

Well...Jake is failing Calculus, but who isn't?

"I'm not Goth, okay, Ryan?" Lilly mumbles under her breath, picking at the disgusting school food.

"And I'm not a Prep, okay, Truscott?" Jake snaps back, flicking his straw wrapper across the table.

The both whirl around in their seats to face one another. Lilly's blue eyes are filled with tears that she wills away fruitlessly, slightly smudging her eyeliner. Jake's eyes have no tears, but they hold hurt.

"We're not soup cans. Let's not label each other anymore." she says softly, twisting her purity ring around on her finger.

He nods, and twists his own purity ring.

"Is that a purity ring?" she asks, looking up.

"Yeah, my grandma got it for me."

"Me too!" Lilly smiles, and he smiles back, but they're interrupted by some of Jake's (decidedly lunkheaded and perverted) friends.

They give Lilly an incredulous stare, and Jake's front comes back up.

"I don't talk to Goths, Truscott." he spats.

"Whatever, Prep." Lilly rolls her eyes and turns back around.

But Jake gets a sour taste in his mouth. He chastises himself for not telling his friends to take a hike. But he's one of those guys, who has an image to keep. Maybe he is a Prep.

But he doesn't want to be one.

Maybe he should start sitting with Lilly.

Lilly's anger bubbles up inside of her. She can't believe him. He is a Prep, a jerk, someone only concerned with images and climbing social ladders and all of that other meaningless crap that won't matter after high school.

They aren't friends, they can't be friends.

Still...she can't help but wonder how he would look with Converse.

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