Adrianna Rodriguez's Point of View:

Ding! Ding!

I jumped awake at the sound of my alarm. Then I slowly got out of bed with a huge smile on my face. Now you all must be wondering what the hell was wrong with me.

So let me clear the air. I was not, and have never been, a morning person, but it was my birthday and also my three-month anniversary with my boyfriend Jeremy. I was happy and nervous at the same time. Happy because it was my birthday and nervous because of our anniversary.

Slapping a hand on the alarm button to shut it off, I crossed my room and entered the adjoining bathroom. I grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and began to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth, I just stood there, staring at my reflection in the mirror.

I did this every morning for one simple reason: I was a nerd. Yes! I said it, I was Adrianna Rodriguez, the total nerd. The reason I loomed in the mirror every morning was to remind myself that I was a beautiful young lady, no matter what anyone else thought.

I was not your stereotypical fat and ugly nerd though. I actually had a great figure, with curves in all the right places, and I was far from ugly. I just despised attention, and so I hid my figure under baggy clothes and wore big ugly glasses, which helped me remain invisible to everyone, everyone except Jeremy.

Jeremy Johnson was the golden boy of our school. He did well in class and was the star basketball player. We'd been together for three months now, and I couldn't be happier. My best friends Katy and Matt had warned me about being with him, but he was just so sweet to me that I didn't heed their warning.

Stepping away from the mirror, I grabbed an elastic band and wrapped it around my hair so that it wouldn't get wet. Stripping off my clothes, I took a quick shower and stepped out of the bath, instantly wrapping a towel around myself and drying off.

With a contented sigh, I walked into my room and headed straight for my walk-in closet. I may not have shown my figure at school, but I had a lot of amazing clothes, mainly because of my mother, who was a fashion designer. I only planed on showing my true self senior year, which was next year.

To keep up my nerdy act, I grabbed a baggy white T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of black Converse. Quickly changing into the clothes, I freed my hair from the elastic band and ran my hand through the wavy locks. I decided to just put my hair up in a ponytail, like I did every day. I grabbed my bag and phone before walking down the stairs. I went into the kitchen and was shocked to see that my brother was already awake and ready for school.

"Hey Michael."

"Hey," he replied, lifting his head from his plate of pancakes only to stuff another piece into his mouth.

"How are you up so early?" I asked in wonder. He was never up this early.

Swallowing a sip of orange juice, he flashed me his famous smile. "It's your birthday so I'm going to drive you to school."

"Really?" I asked, internally jumping in excitement.

His car was literally the love of my life. He had a black Lamborghini. Now you must be wondering how he convinced my parents to buy him a car that expensive. It was quite simple really. He used the oldest trick in the book.

Compromise? No.

Did more chores around the house? Nope.

Got a job of his own? Hell no.

Well, here's the answer (drum roll, please!): He begged. Yes, I said it, my star quarterback brother went on his hands and knees for that car.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Mike spoke, "Let's go."

Squealing in delight, I ignored my brother's laughter, grabbed an apple, and jumped into the car.

"Hold on tight, baby sister," Mike said with a smirk on his face.

I immediately regretted everything when he blazed out of the driveway. As soon as Michael pulled up at school, I dashed out of the car, sending him a glare. I walked up the steps and smiled when I saw Katy and Matt walking towards me. My smile fell when I saw the worried looks on their faces.

"What's wrong?" I asked, concerned for my friends.

"Oh, nothing," Katy said softly, playing with her hair.

Now I knew something was wrong. She only played with her hair when she was lying or nervous. I was just about to interrogate her further when Matt spoke up.

"Let's go to the library." He sounded so nervous and looked so uncomfortable.

That was strike two. Matt hated the library, so why would he want to go there? I was about to ask when I looked over Katy's shoulder and saw the reason for their awkward behavior. Jeremy had a girl pressed against the lockers and was kissing her.

"Jeremy?" I whispered as I walked up to him.

"What the hell are you doing?" I shouted at him.

He pulled away from her long enough to look at me. He didn't look surprised to see me. As a matter of fact, he didn't even look like he cared. I watched as he turned back to the girl and placed a lingering kiss on her lips. Then he turned back to face me, a smirk on his face.

My heart clenched at his next words: "Happy anniversary, Adrianna."

He turned, pulling the girl with him, and walked away. I thought that my heart had already been shattered, but then he stopped walking and turned to face me.

"Oh, I almost forgot…happy birthday, Adrianna!"

I didn't know what to feel as I turned and saw that everyone watching me. So I ran. I ran and ran, without looking back and ignoring my friends' pleas for me to stop. Then and there my heart broke from the disappointment, and I could only think of one thing:

Revenge.

Adrianna Rodriguez's Point of View:

You know that feeling that you get when you know that you've been betrayed but you just can't believe it. Well that was me a year ago. I was betrayed by my ex-boyfriend who I thought loved me but turns out that I was just being played.

It hurt a lot when I saw him making out with the school's whore. I mean cheating on me is one thing but to do it with someone so cheap and loose, that's a whole different itself by itself. I took a jab at the boxing bag in front of me, imagining that it was Jeremy's face instead. The thought of kicking his butt brought a smile to my face. I still remember the events of that day like it was yesterday.

When I saw Jeremy cheating on me it was that exact moment, I decided that everyone needs to see the real me. I ran all the way home ignoring the curious glances that I was getting. As soon as I reached my family's familiar driveway, I breathed a sigh of relief.

I took my own sweet time to walk up the stairs cause honestly there was no rush. I wasn't sure if my parents were still home, but I thought it would be a good idea to see if the door was open before I went through the trouble of finding my keys.

I placed my hand on the knob and turned it slowly. I had a smile on my face when the door opened. I headed straight for the kitchen but froze when I saw my parents, my mother sat on the counter while my father stood in between her legs and to my disgust they were making out.

"Ah my virgin eyes," I shrieked covering my eyes.

"I can't believe this," my dad grumbled.

I slowly removed my hands from my eyes. The look of pure frustration on my father's face and the blush on my mother's face were my undoing. I literally couldn't hold it anymore. I started laughing, not the five-second laugh but the knee-buckling, rolling-on-the-ground, bring-tears-to-my-eyes kind of laugh.

I slowly got off the floor and dusted myself off. I was brought to the present when I realized just how silent it was and that I was the only one laughing. Trying to be brave I slowly looked up at my parents with what I hoped was an innocent smile on my face. It worked so well with dad can't the same about mom though, she's one tough cookie.

"What are doing?" mom asked expectantly waiting for an answer.

I simply blinked at her and then reality sunk in and I remembered why I left school in the first place. I tried to avoid her eyes because I just couldn't stand to look at her. I know some people might be thinking that it wasn't her fault that the idiot cheated on me, but it was her fault that I was hurt as she was the one that kept on encouraging me to give Jeremy a chance. I can honestly say that it was my worst decision ever. My prolonged silence signaled to my father that something was wrong. I believe that dad understands me more than anyone else.

He stepped closer to me, "what's wrong sweetheart?"

The concern in his voice was my undoing. The tears that I was holding back freely flowed down my cheeks.

"Honey what's wrong?" mom asked jumping off the counter.

I shook my head at her refusing to respond to her question. If anything, I started crying even more. My father wrapped his arms around me pilling me into a tight hug. I still didn't look up for fear that I would meet my mother's eye.

"Adrianna…look at me please," my mom pleaded with me, but I simply shook, holding on to my dad tighter than before.

"I can't," I choked out wiping my tears.

"Why not?" she asked rather brokenly.

I don't know what came over me, it was the crying or the short emotional roller coaster that we're on. Whatever it was made me blurt out the first thing that came to mind.

"Jeremy cheated on me!"

What happened next was not what I expected. I looked up just in time to see mom run out of the room with a hurt look on her face while dad stood still and incredibly tense. I looked up at dad to find him already watching me. He kissed my forehead with a faraway look in his eyes. I pouted at him sticking out my bottom lip. He looked at me with a dangerous look in his eyes. I wasn't afraid because as far as I know dad would never let anyone hurt me and get away with it, I was a daddy's girl after all.

"What's going to happen now?" I asked dad giving him my puppy dog eyes.

As if reading my thoughts his smirk grew into a full-blown grin as he spoke, "we get revenge."

A self-satisfied smile settled on my face when I remembered the events of that day. It was that day that my dad told me that I should take a year and do some homeschooling with my aunt which wasn't a problem since I was a straight A student.

During my stay at Aunt Vivian's, I exercised more and started to wear fewer baggy outfits. I felt good showing off the real me and it was a bonus that my friends treated me the same. Speaking of friends, I stopped abusing the punching bag long enough to grab my phone and typed in Katy's number.

As always, she answered in her usual bubbly voice, "Hey Anna," she chirped using her nickname for me, "What's cooking?"

I burst out laughing at her silliness, after a minute her laughing could be heard.

"Guess what?" I asked her after I manage to stop laughing.

She gasped dramatically then started to squeal, "you dyed your hair blue."

I tried to interrupt her, but she just kept on going, "how does it look? When can I see it? Aw I knew that you loved me!"

Needless to say, blue is her favorite color and she has been begging me to dye my hair blue. When I ask her why she doesn't just do it to her own hair she just looks at me as if I'm crazy and starts laughing.

I warn you all now, she's crazy.

Interrupting her rant, I shouted over the phone, "Katy be quite!"

It's a regular thing for her to go off in her own world and so sometimes you just have to reel her back in.

"I'm back," I squealed not being able to contain my happiness.

"Oh my gosh!" she shouted "your back."

"Hell yeah I'm back," I shouted in return to her, "and it's to play."