Author’s Note: Hey, you!

This is my first vampstory, so don't be too hard on me, guys :D

Eeerhm. What's there to say? The story is kinda really sad the first ten chapters or so, but it gets better. Eerhm. All the characters are mine, I do not steal them or something. So if they do look like yours it's just coincidence. Do review, otherwise I can't know if it's good or not. (I'll always use a line out of a song to begin my chapter with.)

Okay, guess that was it... Enjoy!

Prologue: But it hurts when I think

(Gwen Stefani)

I couldn’t believe he did that to me.

To me! I mean, I was his girlfriend, his best friend even and he just threw me away.

What the hell did I do wrong to get hurt like this?! Of course it was the classic story, I thought bitterly.

My best friend.

I should have known. Of course they were gonna throw it in my face; I was blind. So blind. God, how couldn’t I see this happening? What was wrong with me?

I pushed my legs to go a little bit faster. The sound of my shoes pounding on the pavement echoed back to me. It gave me the chills. I tried to keep my breathing even, but as soon as the tears poured down I gave up on it.

“On my birthday nonetheless,” I sobbed, while running.

It was true. Today - the fifth of January - I became sixteen years old. Happy Sweet Sixteen, right? I was old enough to drive a car, for crying out loud! But I couldn’t keep any of my boyfriends? How lame was that? But it wasn’t my fault…

How could he have done this to me?

I heard them yelling my name…

They could yell all they want, I wasn’t coming back. Not this time. I came to a stop, a couple blocks away from them. I walked into an alley and leaned against a wall.

How could he? After I told him what my last boyfriend did to me? I guess he didn’t want damaged goods. I yelled his name furiously. I hate him. Oh, how I hate him.

Okay, so I hate my ex-boyfriend, but I hate myself the most. After all, I was so stupid to believe him, wasn’t I? He didn’t love me, he didn’t care for me. He didn’t want me. Heck… Maybe he faked his ‘love’ for me all this time so he could get closer to my best friend.

Ugh. I banged my head against the wall. Over and over and over, but I think you get the picture. I only stopped when I started to get a serious headache.

I wasn’t good enough for him, was I?

Miranda, my very best friend, was way smarter than I am. She’s so much cuter than me. Hotter, sweeter. She’d do anything for a friend in need.

Ugh and I’m selfish, ugly, and dumb. Everything she’s not.

No. I shook my head and cringed from the pain that shot through my head.

I was good enough for him, right?

He wasn’t good enough for me. That was so true. I only had to repeat it a billion times in my head before I would believe it. I sighed and wiped away the tears.

It was time to grow up. Maybe I’d turn lesbian or something. I totally have had it with boys.

Adam probably took the apple and blamed Eve. Men were, are and will always be rats. You can’t trust them, but you can’t wipe them out either. Can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.

I swear to God, that I’m on a mission, I thought. No man will ever hurt me again.

Boy, was I wrong.