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Jealousy. Everyone gets jealous from time to time, some more than others. Me in particular, spent most of my high school education blinded by the terrible thing. I would cast my gaze upon the girls who were blessed with good looks. I would envy from a distance as the boy population of our school flocked around them in hope of their attention. I would always try to convince myself it was better to have my own personality and brains than voluptuous curves. But no such luck. Upon returning home I would stand in front of my mirror and gaze at my endless amount of imperfections before climbing under my bed covers in hope of disappearing. Boys have a great affect on ones confidence. If they know it our not, I can remember countless times where my own confidence dropped lower than I knew possible because of the actions of a shallow teenage boy.
--Flashback--
“It’s your turn Gerard, Spin the bottle.” Casey urged. I fumbled with the hem of my hoody whilst hating the fact that I was actually here. I just wanted to get up and leave. But my best friend Casey persuaded me to come. She said I actually might have fun here. I heard the bottle spinning on the wooden floor; I refused to acknowledge its existence. When the spinning stopped everything went uncomfortably quiet. I glanced up to find the head of the bottle pointing at me. I glanced up at Gerard, whose face was now plastered with disgust. I guess who’d want seven minutes in heaven with me. They should rename it seven minutes in hell just for my sake. Gerard got up wordlessly and walked towards the closet. I got to my feet while stumbling in the process and quickly followed him.
Once inside the closet he closed the door and turned on the overhead light. I stared at my feet nervously waiting for him to speak.
“Neither of us want to actually do anything, right?” He asked. My heart sank. The brutal truth was I have had a crush on this guy for a long time now. I liked to think that maybe he liked me too, but just upon hearing his words was like having good old reality punch me in the face. I should have known there was no chance that he liked me, he was perfect.
“Yeah, I feel the same way” I said casually, hoping this would make it more believable. My confidence was now in my shoes. My eyes were slowly clouding over and I cursed my own weakness. I had the guy I crushed on with me in a cramped closet and he didn’t like me in that way. I was pretty pathetic.
The door opened announcing the time was up. I walked slowly back to the circle and took my place again. It was going to be a long night I thought.
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A lot has changed about me since then; I’m no longer the weak and naïve girl I used to be. I guess I owe it all to that one moment in my life. That moment I tried not to remember. The moment that made me endure many a sleepless night. I no longer care for love or friendship. My own blood boiled in my veins just at the thought of these. I had never known real friendship and if I have my choice I never will.
“River.” Someone called breaking me from my line of thought. I jumped up from the sofa and glanced around. It was Pete. I shuddered involuntarily. I’m sure he noticed but he chose to ignore it.
“Yeah?” I asked eyeing him sceptically.
“I have another case I need you to take care of.” He smirked.
“Let me have it.” I sighed holding out my hand; where he placed a folder before walking away.
I glanced down at the picture smiling up at me. Brendon Urie. He had gone to school with me. I remember him well, one of the jocks. The one who jeered at those who showed fear or individuality. I sneered at the memory. Grabbing my jacket and bag I trudged out the door and towards my car. I glanced down and smiled knowing my gun was securely on my belt. I started the car and drove off towards the home of my next victim.

Okay this is my very first fanfic so please go easy on me? Rate? Review? :D Please. I shall give you all chocolate cookie. Yummy. Unless I have eaten them all. Rightio. :) Rate , Review & all that Jazz. xoxo Jade