Shane woke up slowly, blinking her eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight that was now pouring in through her bedroom window. Why is it so bright this morning? Her eyes flickered open quickly, landing on the big green numbers of her alarm clock. Shit! It was already seven forty five, which meant she only had fifteen minutes to get her ass into gear and to school on time. She flew out of bed quickly and ran into her bathroom, eager to wash her face and brush her teeth. After she had thrown on a minimal amount of make-up and ran a brush through her thick, dark hair, she grabbed the freshly, pressed school uniform hanging from her closet door and slid it onto her body hastily. She headed for her bedroom door and reached down stealthily, swinging her leather messenger bag onto her shoulders in just the knick of time before she finally slammed the door shut behind her. Her boot clad feet clomped down the wooden stairs of her family mansion loudly and she slid to a halt in front of the front door. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure laying fast asleep on the couch in their enormous living room. She sighed, quietly turning on her heels and began to walk towards her mother's sleeping form.

A large bottle of vodka was firmly clutched to her mother's chest and she reached for it, gently, easing the alcohol out of her mother's grip and tip-toed into the kitchen to pour the liquid down the sink. She shook her head in disgust as she watched the last of it swirl down the drain and slammed the empty bottle into the trash can with more force than necessary. On her way back into the living room she unfolded one of the large, fluffy afghan throws from on top of the couch and spread it over her mother gingerly. So much for getting to school on time, she thought bitterly. She made her way back to the front door, grabbing her car keys off of one of the hooks next to the coat rack and walked out of the front door, closing it behind her silently. A smile spread across her face as she made her way down the porch stairs and was greeted by the beautiful sight of her candy, red Supra. But her smile soon diminished when she saw Benson, their family chauffeur, pull up in his usual black Mercedes to take her to school. Damn it. She sauntered over to the car unenthusiastically, putting her hand up to wave Benson away.

"I got it Benson." Her voice sounded damp and wet like the humidity drenching the California air.

With one swift pull, she had opened the car door and ducked into the familiar backseat, slumping down in boredom the entire way there. She clicked her iPod off when they reached the front steps of her school and shoved it back into the front pocket of her bag. Shane reached for the door handle, only to have the door swing open for her. She smiled up at Benson weakly, grateful for his kindness, although she found it unnecessary.

"Have a good day at school," he said softly, his British accent caressing the words. She nodded her head at him quickly, a small smile still playing on her lips and looked up at the huge school. God, I hate this place. With a huge sigh, she blew air into her bangs, forcing them out of her face and began her journey up the cement steps of her private Los Angeles High School. She couldn't stand this place. Everything about it screamed "I'm a spoiled bitch" and she hated being categorized as just another rich girl. In all her four years of attending this school she had only made one real best friend; Lanna. Lanna had transferred in from a public school in Hollywood when her parents divorced in the middle of her freshman year. Her friend's mom had made out good in court, taking almost everything, including a huge settlement from her father. Lanna hated this place as much as Shane did and they'd hit it off from the very start. They both knew how it was to have messed up parents. She also shared her love of automobiles and racing, Shane's favorite thing to entertain herself with on the weekends.

On the outside Shane looked the part of an everyday rich girl. She had expensive clothes and shoes, a rich family that gave her almost anything. But on the inside, on the inside she practically lived and breathed racing. Her two favorite things in the world were her Ducati racing bike and her ultra-fast and ultra-hot street-racing Supra. She had gotten it as a kind of "keep quiet" present from her father when she'd caught him one night in his study, talking dirty on the phone with another woman; but not just any woman. Oh no, she wouldn't be lucky enough for her father to be cheating on her mother with just any woman. Her father was having an affair with none other than her arch enemy Lindsay Lancaster's mother. She'd been so angry with him the night she found out…so hurt. Of all the women in the world, it had to be her. Of course, she'd used his affair to her advantage and threatened to tell her mom, unless he bought her whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. That's how she got her bike and her car. Horrible, she knew, but cars were all she had anyways. She definitely didn't have a family anymore.

Her little brother was the only person she had left in the ways of family and even he knew something wasn't right among their parents. Ever since her sophomore year when things began to get rough between their mother and father, Ayden had started to eat a lot as a way of comforting himself. He'd grown to be overweight and got made fun of at school a lot. She constantly had to defend him from bullies and critical classmates. No one knew what he was going through and he didn't have any friends. The only thing he ever did was play video games and eat junk food. She felt awful for him, being only thirteen years old and overweight. She knew it had to be hard for him at school and she couldn't blame him for staying away from social opportunities. How was he supposed to trust anyone after he'd had been made fun of for so long? She tried to do things with him as much as possible but she couldn't stand being in the house anymore than he could and was gone a lot. The bad part about being thirteen is you can't drive; you're just stuck.

Lanna's hand came from out of nowhere and was waving back in forth in front of her face.

"Earth to Shane," she said clearly. Shane shook her head, ridding herself of the trance and looked back at Lanna.

"Sorry dude, I woke up late," she sighed as she shoved a book into her locker roughly, "I'm still pretty tired." Lanna's face grew soft as she watched Shane take a huge yawn and finally shrugged her shoulders.

"It's cool, I understand. Hey, by the way, you didn't get last night's AP English Lit homework done by chance did you? I totally forgot to do mine." she questioned Shane hopefully.

"Shit dude," Shane kicked her foot into her locker furiously, "I completely forgot about that." Lanna slumped against her own locker in disappointment and bit one of her fingernails nervously.

"Looks like I'll be taking another zero," she said in a frustrated tone, kicking the bottom of her locker once more.

Lindsay Lancaster came strutting down the hallway confidently with the usual smug look plastered onto her perfectly tanned face. Her long, blonde hair was pulled back tightly into a low pony tail that cascaded neatly down her back, nearly touching her prim and proper ass. Shane slammed her locker closed, sending a few nearby flyers onto the cold, marble floor. Lindsay watched the flyers as they floated onto the ground around Shane's feet and snorted in disgust. Shane spun around quickly and looked Lindsay in the eyes, daring her to speak.

"What's wrong Cameron?" She spat at Shane hatefully, "Stay up too late taking care of you're drunken old lady?" Fire ignited in Shane's eyes and she dropped her messenger bag on the floor, ready to take Lindsay down.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" Lindsay stopped dead in her tracks at the enraged sound of the girl's voice, afraid to turn around. Obviously she had picked the wrong day to screw with Shane Cameron. Reluctantly, she turned around to face Shane, a blank look on her face.

"You heard me Cameron." She straightened her posture up even more and continued to push the envelope, "I said, you're mom is a worthless, pathetic drunk. It's really no wonder why you come to school looking like shit all the time." She tried to hide her fear as she watched Shane's hands tighten into firm, hard fists at her sides. Shane stood there in silence, her face getting darker by the second. Lanna attempted to distract her, tugging on her shoulder but Shane just pulled away. Lanna looked angrily down the hallway at Lindsay.

"Great. Shoulda just kept your mouth shut Lancaster." She noticed Lindsay roll her eyes as she turned back around and continued to walk down the hallway as if nothing had happened. Shane started off after her, determined to get her back for what she had said. She quickened her pace, finally catching up with her and kicked Lindsay in the back, forcing her to stumble. Lindsay tripped forward harshly, her purse flying out of her hands and whipped back around to look Shane in the face. Big mistake. Faster than she could have seen coming, Shane had clipped the left side of Lindsay's small jaw with the end of her fist, sending Lindsay into a row of lockers on her right. Lindsay's hands flew to her lip immediately and she stared at the blood with wide eyes, shocked that Shane had actually hit her. She shifted her glance back up to Shane as the fuming girl began to approach her once more, this time to grab her around the neck. Shane slammed her back into the lockers once again, smacking her head against the hard metal. She moved her face close to Lindsay's and whispered into her ear, her tone dead serious.

"If you ever talk about my mom like that again," she paused, "I will tear your world apart." Lindsay nodded her head up and down vigorously and smacked at Shane's hands, ready for her to let go. A few more seconds passed and Shane finally released her grip on the girl's small neck and watched as she slumped down onto the ground, gasping for air. Two of Lindsay's friends rushed to her side immediately, desperate to help her. Shane turned around slowly, adrenaline still pumping through her veins and locked onto Lanna's eyes. She had a look of pure satisfaction on her face and she nodded at Shane with approval. Shane returned the smile and looked around at the crowd of girls that had formed around Lindsay and herself in only a matter of minutes. They all looked frightened as they whispered into one another's ears secretively; starting the rumors that would soon enough circulate the entire school.

The school's headmistress, Ms. Danvers pushed and shoved her way through the thick, mass of girls eagerly, a shocked look on her face. Her gestures started out calmly until finally she screamed out her last demand.

"Out of my way girls…NOW!" Her face turned bright red as she finally broke through. She made her way over to Shane, looking past her only to gaze at Lindsay worriedly.

"Girls," she said in an authoritative tone, speaking to Lindsay's two friends, "Is she hurt? You'd better go get the nurse." Her gaze shifted back quickly and landed on Shane.

"You, come with me, now." Shane nodded her head reluctantly and followed Ms. Danvers to her office, plopping down in one of her black leather chairs after she had shut the door behind the two of them slowly. Ms. Danvers sighed loudly and clasped her hands together in a formal manner, giving Shane a stern look.

"What you just did is completely against our moral code here, Ms. Cameron." Shane moved forward in her seat urgently, her hands flying into the air.

"But Ms. Danvers she," Ms. Danvers cut her off immediately.

"I'm sorry but you give me no other choice. I have to suspend you for the rest of the week." Shane looked down at the ground angrily, holding back the words that were threatening to escape from her mouth. Ms. Danvers continued on in a firm voice.

"You are free to go. I will be in touch with your parent's shortly, to inform them of the situation." Shane nodded her head and rose from the firm, leather chair quickly, slamming the office door shut behind her.

When she arrived back to her locker Lanna was there waiting with Shane's leather messenger back slung over her shoulder.

"Hey tough-guy, you forgot this." Shane couldn't help but crack a smile as she took her bag from her best friend.

"Thanks." Lanna shook her head, slapping Shane's back.

"No problem man." Shane laughed at Lanna and shoved her in the arm playfully, grateful for her best friend.

"By the way," Lanna started, continuing on immediately, "I hear Lancaster's got bruises on her neck. How much you wanna' bet her prissy ass won't even show up to school tomorrow?" Shane and Lanna laughed loudly as they walked down the hallway together, joking about Lindsay's injuries.

"She's too freakin' vain to show her face now. No way will she be seen looking less than perfect." Lanna mocked the last word in her best valley girl accent. Shane snickered at her friend in amusement, giving her a high five before finally exiting the school.

"See ya'." Shane called out casually. She walked out of the thick, glassed doors and stepped onto the steaming, hot concrete, looking for any sign of Benson. She sighed in disappointment. Great, this can't be good. Without failure, Benson was already at the end of the cement stairs, waiting outside of their black Mercedes for her. He waved at her shyly, unsure of why he was picking her up from school so early and assuming the worst. She waved back in response and made her way down the long set of stairs, not bothering to even open her own door.

"Just take me home Benson." She said blankly. He nodded back at her in understanding and climbed into the driver's seat.

Once they arrived at home Shane opened her door eagerly, slamming it shut behind her. She clomped up the stairs to their front door, suddenly filled with dread. This will go well. Before she got inside she heard a voice. Someone was talking on the phone. She pushed the front door open noiselessly and shut it behind her, dropping her messenger back on the bench below the coat rack. Her mother was sitting on the couch, puffing on an expensive French cigarette with the phone plastered to her right ear. Shane rolled her eyes as her mother shot an angry look at her.

"Thank you for calling Ms. Danvers. I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do, please let me know." Her mother's voice sounded sickeningly phony as she talked to the school's headmistress and it made her feel ill. She clicked the phone off with one hand and threw it onto the coffee table in front of her, a cold expression on her face.

"Do you want to tell me what the hell just happened?" Her mother's tone was sharp and demanding. Shane winced at the high pitched sound of her voice, covering her ears in disgust.

"You don't have to yell at me about this mother." She responded defiantly. Her mother stubbed her cigarette out angrily and lit up another.

"I can yell at you if I want. I am your mother." Shane snorted at her mother's reply, ready to throw something.

"Some mother you are. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have even gotten into that fight mother." Her mother shook her head in disbelief.

"What's that supposed to mean damn it?" Shane turned around, grabbing her leather messenger bag from off of the bench and looked her mother in the eyes.

"You know exactly what it means." Her mom's face dropped in understanding as she watched Shane stomp loudly up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

Shane fell onto her bed limply and shoved her face into her pillow so that she could scream. She rolled over onto her back and fished around in her bag's front pockets for her cell phone. Quickly she dialed her father's work number and listened to the dial tones in boredom before his receptionist finally answered the phone.

"Mr. Cameron's office, this is Judy how can I help you?"

"Hey Judy, it's Shane, can I talk to my dad please?"

"No problem at all Ms. Cameron. Hold on one moment and I'll transfer you through."

"Thank you."

"Hello, Shane? Is something wrong, you're home awful early?" Her father sounded genuinely concerned as he questioned her over the phone. Too bad he was such a liar; otherwise she might actually believe he cared.

"Long story Dad. I only called because I need some money." She hated being so dependent, but she was desperate right now. She couldn't stay in the house with her mother any longer.

"Alright, whatever you need. You know where to find it." Jackpot.

"Thanks, Dad. Talk to you later."

"You're welcome. Love y--" her dad started, but she cut him off. She couldn't stand mushy stuff. It's not that she didn't mean it…once upon a time, but if she said it now she'd be faking. And she definitely wasn't a fake. She flipped her phone closed quickly and jumped off of her bed, headed for her closet to pack up some of her stuff. She grabbed enough clothing for the rest of the week and shoved them into her Louis Vuitton suitcase hastily, zipping it closed and setting it by the door. Quickly, she peeled her school uniform off, not bothering to hang it up and put on her black, skinny jeans, a tank top and her favorite sweater vest on instead. She slid her black Fornarina Nico boots back onto her slender, muscular calves and grabbed her black, leather jacket off of the back of her closet door, hanging it over her suitcase. She stomped over to the huge, beautiful cherry wood wardrobe located in the farthest corner of her room and swung the doors open, pulling her black Marc Jacobs messenger purse out from within. Shane grabbed her makeup bag, shoving a few of the items back inside and zipped it closed, putting it into her messenger purse for later. Finally, she walked towards her bedroom door and swung it open, grabbing her suitcase firmly and closed it shut quietly behind her. She walked into her parents' bedroom and located her dad's private drawer. Eagerly, she grabbed two sets of the rolled up bills and shoved them into her purse. As she walked back into the hallway, she stopped dead in her tracks, suddenly blocked by her mother.

"Where do you think you are going? It's a school night forChrist's sake." Her mother's eyes were blood shot as she interrogated her and in her right hand she held another bottle of vodka. Shane looked down, angry that she had been drinking once again.

"I'm leaving." She said simply, pulling her mother's arm towards her and yanking the bottle out of her hands. Her mother cried out in surprise.

"What are you doing?" Shane walked past her quickly and started down the stairs. "Give it back to me Shane." Her mother stumbled after her, desperate for the bottle. Shane reached the bottom of the stairs and turned around, a look of pure fury on her face. She watched as her mother tried to follow her down the stairs, but tripping halfway, she landed on her butt and slid down one stair before finally steadying herself. Tears were streaming down her face as she pleaded with Shane one last time.

"Please, Shane, it's all I have left." Shane closed her eyes and shook her head vigorously.

"No mother, I'm all you have left. Don't you get that!" She threw the bottle across the room and watched as it hit the wall, shattering loudly while the liquid dripped and sprayed onto the furniture. Her mother jumped in shock when she heard the breaking glass and Shane looked at her, a look of pure hurt on her face.

"When are you going to get that mother?" She looked up at Shane fearfully from her place on the stairs, tears still running down her reddened face and tried to speak but no words came out. Shane spun around quickly, grabbing her jacket and suitcase, as she opened the front door and slammed it shut behind her.

The instant the door shut behind her Shane ran down the stairs and unlocked her car, throwing her things into the trunk rapidly. She swung herself down into the driver's seat of her car and pulled the car door shut, pushing the key into the ignition eagerly. The engine roared to life and she moved her feet across the pedals expertly, putting the car into first gear before peeling out of the driveway of their family mansion loudly. Once she reached the highway, the tears began to flow from her eyes freely as the music blared through her expensive speakers.

You and I share the same reflection
why don't you see that we cannot survive in this condition
If you're cut, I'll bleed
So go on carve into your heart, I could use a new scar or a brand new start
Slowly severing the only memories that bind us as one.

I just don't know
How to win with you
And I cant let go, part of me is you.

She slammed her hands onto her steering wheel, furious that she was crying. Damn it Shane, you can't cry. You don't cry. She sucked a breath of air in roughly and fought to retain her composure. Her foot slammed into the gas pedal and she shifted upwards, propelling the car even faster across the steaming Los Angeles pavement. Nothing like a good dose of speed and adrenaline to sober me up, she thought. She pulled into the InterContinental Hotel in a speedy fashion, scaring the valet parker that was standing on the curb waiting to park her car. She jumped out of the car door and waved him away.

"Thanks anyways. But I'll be right back. I'd like to park her myself." She flashed him a heart-throbbing smile and he smiled back at her shyly as he nodded his head in agreement.

"Can you do me a favor though?" He leaned forward as if to hear her request.

"Will you watch her while I go get myself a room?" He smiled at her warmly.

"No problem, miss." Shane sighed in relief.

"Thank you so much." The boy nodded his head at her.

"You're welcome." Shane walked in through the spinning doors and marched up to the front desk confidently. The clerk at the front desk was a young girl who looked about twenty-two, with blonde hair and deep blue eyes. She flashed a beaming smile at Shane as she approached her quickly.

"Can I help you miss?" Shane smiled back at her.

"Yes, I'd like to get a suite here please." The girl nodded her head at Shane as she typed something into the computer quickly and opened a drawer below her where she grabbed Shane's room card.

"Here you are miss. You are in suite 160 located on the tenth floor. For standard purposes can I please have your name and some form of i.d.?" Shane nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Yes, it's Shane Cameron." She said to the girl clearly as she fished for her wallet in her purse. Finally locating it she pulled the wallet out and unzipped it, handing the girl her license. The girl smiled and nodded, handing Shane her license back to her.

"Thank you. Please enjoy your stay at InterContinental." Shane shoved her license back into her wallet quickly and headed back outside to park her car and grab her things. To her satisfaction, her car was still outside, waiting safe and sound for her. She waved at the valet as she climbed into the driver's side and zoomed off quickly, eager to park her car.

Once she reached her suite, Shane plopped down on the huge king sized bed and sighed loudly. Finally. She dug her cell phone out of her purse and dialed Lanna's number, excited to tell her she had her own suite. Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" played while she waited for her friend to pick up the other line.

"Hey dude, what's up?" Lanna greeted casually, making Shane laugh.

"What's up is you need to get your ass over to the InterContinental." Lanna laughed at Shane's response.

"And why do I need to do that?" Shane almost burst with her own excitement as she told Lanna the news.

"Because, I totally have my own suite dude! Now get over here, now! I'm bored." Her friend contemplated her idea for a second before finally answering.

"Hmmm…I have a better idea. Why don't we go to the races tonight?" Shane thought about Lanna's suggestion for a moment.

"Alright, sounds like a plan. But you're coming here first. You have to freaking see this place." Lanna laughed at her best-friend's excitement.

"Chill speed racer, I'll come after the races. Meet you there at eight?" Shane sighed in disappointment but lightened up at the thought of going to the races on a week night.

"Deal, see you at eight." Lanna perked up.

"See you then dude! And wear something sexy." Shane rolled her eyes.

"Bye, freak." She said in disgust and flipped her phone shut on Lanna's laughter. She only had four more hours until she hit the streets. Fuck yeah, she thought.

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