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She hit her alarm clock that sat next to her bed, and sat up. She rubbed her eyes, and pushed her bangs out of her eyes, and failed as they went back to where they belonged. She pushed her covers off, and rolled out of the crappy bed in her dorm. She was now on the floor, yawning and streching. She pulled the sock on her right foot off, and looked around for the other on.

Delilah wasn't a morning person, but since she wasn't doing gym this year, she decided to run around the track before starting her day. She stood up off the floor and walked into her bathroom. The bathroom in her dorm was small, but she was glad she didn't have to walk down the hall to the floor bathrooms like at her old school. Plus, she didn't have a room mate yet, so no one was taking her hair straightening area. She always did it in one spot, it had the perfect angle with both the outlet, and the mirror. It was a habit.

She threw her one sock into the basket in the corner of the bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. "Not bad." She pulled her hair into a messy ponytail, and put a t-shirt over her tanktop, and licked her finger, rubbing it against the smudged make-up. She walked out of the bathroom and grabbed a new pair of socks and put them on. She walked over to the door, and put her tennis shoes on. She ran out the door, it locked automatically behind her, unlike her old school, so she didn't have to worry about it.

She ran to the stadium, the gate was open like always, for kids who would like to run. No one was usually there though, just her. More kids ran at night. Who would wake up early to do something they didn't need to do. She ran down the stairs, and when she hit the pavement, she started at a steady pace. She wasn't payinf attention to anything around her, she also had her iPod in her ears, set as a distraction so she could move her thoughts in a different direction.

Without her music, she wouldn't live. Most of it was rock bands with girl lead singers. Flyleaf, Fireflight. She had no music that she had recorded at the studio. She couldn't listen to herself. No, she was famous, she just paid for a couple hours of recording at the studio, so other people could listen, like her family, though they weren't very supportiver, her friends, she didn't have much here, and people at the studio, who were curious. You never know when someone might like it. It was mostly just piano or guitar with her voice.

She jumped and stopped. There was a loud crashing noise. She turned around, and saw a kid lying in the grass. She locked her iPod, and wrapped the headphones around as she walked over. She was too curious sometimes. It could get her in trouble, and it did. She came up to the guy who she thought had thrown the bottle. He looked drunk. "Are you aware that you aren't allowed to drink acholic beverages on school property." She joked with a smile. She wasn't really one to tell someone that. She sat down on the damp grass next to him, waiting for a response.

No, Delilah was stupid. No, she was brave. Actually, she was a mix of both. She knew what always happened to her when she had a possibility of being drunk, around a guy who was also drunk. And she was small. Easy to control. Easy to persaude into doing something that a guy would think as fun. But she was so curious, and so outgoing, she couldn't exactly help it.

This was one of the reasons she had come here. So she could stay out of trouble. She had been warned to be careful, or she would go back, she'd be on a plane to Hawaii within thirty minutes. Most kids would want to be there, but she wanted to be as far away from there as possible. Which was Claremont, California. She was think Maine, which would be better for her parents. Less people to get in touble with.

This guy, she thought as she looked at him, seemed like the guys she wsa usually caught with. Good looking, though with problems, drinking, drugs, sometimes anger issues, and sometimes extremely lonely. But she didn't know enough about him to judge him. But now that she thought about it, she didn't know much about any of the guys she slept with.

She looked at him after he said his first comment. He was one of those guys. And it was too early for Delilah to go to bed with someone, or even alone. But he was drunk. She would give him the benefit of the doubt. She pulled her shorts down. She did look like a whore though. She had on shorts that she couldn't really bend down in, and a t-shirt which had the sleeves and the area until two inches above where the shirt ended cut off. She still had her orange tank-top on though. But she hadn't expected herself to run into him.

She laughed as he proved that he wasn't breaking the rules. "You're pretty smart for a drunk guy getting close to the hangover." She said, putting her legs together, and leaning back, placing her hands on the grass to keep her from falling. "Do you think you are going to throw up?" She was almost a pro at getting over the hangover, considering she couldn't let anyone know when she was back home.

She interupted him as he addressed her. "My name is Delilah." She said, then let him continue. She looked around, as if she had forgotten where she was. "Well, I suppose we are sitting..." She looked over at the big number symboling the yard line. "...on the 45 yard line of the football field, on Claremont High School's campus." She said, matter of factly. She never really got to seem like the know it all, so she took her chance when ever she got it.

She followed suit and put her hand up to block the sun. "So, I hope that you go to Claremont. Otherwise, you'll need to get up and run before administration finds you and chases you out." The truth actually was that she had no idea what they would do if a stranger walked onto campus. Probably ask them why they were there, and what they were doing. This was only her first year here, she had no idea what they did.

Unlike River, Delilah always felt untouchable, in charge. Which was probably why she was so rebellious. Her hair was done to dissapoint her parents, but she liked it after she washed it and straightened it. She was scared before she did it. Her parents always perferred her to be blonde, like she was for her first thirteen years of like. If she would like to stay here, she would become extremely preppy for the month she went to 'spend time' with her family. Sure. Fun.

No matter what she, or anyone, had done to her before, she never lost her confidence, or strong will. Her parents would always shoot her down. A lot of other people did at her old school too. The popular kids would talk about her and laugh. Make fun of her, about maybe her 'wild' hair, her clothes. Delilah was Delilah though, no one would change her as a person. That's why her parents hated her. Most of her friends found it hard to believe that they hated her. She was an unhateable in their point of view. Though she thought that everyone hated her.

Delilah wasn't a girl who was scared easily, nor was she a girl who was set out to change someone. She knew how she would feel if someone did that to her. She instead, when someone seemed interesting enough, she would force herself upon them, and get to know them. Especially guys. They were probably the most interesting beings in the world, besides hippos or other big fat animals.

"Haha, you're hilarious." She said, letting out a giggle, which was more full of sarcasm than amusement. She was sarcastic most of the time. If you were going to spend time with her, then you would have to get used to that. She looked at him, seeming concerned. "But, if you were drunk, then how can you be for certain that you won't throw up." She said, looking down at her shoes because he had mentioned them.

She listened to him, clicking her tongue as he tried to remember her name. It was unusual. She was also bad with names, she couldn't be hypocritical with a drunk man. River. That was more interesting than her name, and she rarely met someone with an odder name. "River. I like that name." Flirting with anyone was what she did best. "Oh no, you'll remember, like do you have a pen or something, or I will stalk you and remind you when you're sober." She said, nodding her head in approval, he wouldn't be that hard to find.

Drunk people running, well more of attempting to run, was just plain hilarious to watch. They slipped and fell, and ran into things, a lot. "I think you should get up, and try running to, I don't know, 'shake it off.' I'll run with you." She did the air quotes with her fingers as she said 'shake it off'. She was only go to make fun of him in her head, not out old. She couldn't promise not laughing, it was really funny. She smiled at him, and leaned forward, crossing her legs. "Well, River, in the morning, I run on the track that surrounds your bed." She said with a smile.

Honestly, Delilah didn't ever really care for the people who had made fun of her. Sure, they could have been really nice people, if you were their friends. The nicest thing said to her by one of them was: 'I like your hair, it is so original.' But she quickly added after that: 'Was the person who cut it and colored it blind?' She just smiled, wishing she had a pair of scissors to chop that girls perfect, blonde curly hair off of her head. Delilah didn't usually lose her temper, but what that girl had said made her really mad. Why would you make fun of someone because they didn't want to be like you. She really didn't understand that, mainly because she could never really talk like that about someone behind their back, or to their face. It was just so mean. Even if it was true. She wasn't saying she didn't gossip. Yeah, if some girl got pregnant, she would be spreading it like wild fire. She just wouldn't say anything mean about that girl. No promises of no hurt feelings though.

Delilah liked fat animals. Elephants, hippos, bears, whales. She liked all animals, but fat ones just made her so happy on the inside. Though she was a vegatarian. She didn't really like eating meat. Whenever she went to resteraunts, she would ask for a vegatarian menu. Otherwise it was hard to choose something without meat, and if there was none, to pick off the meat in the meal. She considered the food contaminated after the meat had touched it. She didn't eat fish either. But, she ate biproducts, like milk, cheese, etc. How could she not eat chocolate. How could anyone not eat chocolate, ever.

She smiled at him, laughing for real this time. "That is why I like to hang out with drunk people." As she said that, she nodded her head. Most didn't really take anthing personally. She wrinkled her nose and jokingly scooted away. "Alright, here is the deal. You throw up, I throw up because I don't have an iron stomach. And to warn you, I often throw up on peoples faces." That was not a lie. She remembers so many times when she was lying with her mom when she was younger and then throwing up on her face. It was pretty amusing, she had to admit. Considering how much she did not like her mom, she would do it again. Oh, so many times.

She bit her lip. Delicious was not a adjective she got very often. Mainly, she got weird. "Well, it depends. Are you an old man, because if you were that would be taken as creepy. But if you are around my age, it is very flattering." She said, scooting back closer to him. She understood, it was hard to stay away from drinking, but she really wanted to stay at a school for more than a year or two. Claremont was quiet, but it would do. "But, no, really. You might have a stalker, not a bad one, but one that is completly harmless, and doesn't own or have any possesion of a gun." She said with a smirk.

She was really getting to like this guy. He was smart drunk, smooth. What was he like sober. He was probably great at partying. She smiled. "I'm sorry, but incase you haven't noticed, I'm not a normal person. Like, you should see me when I'm not working out. I stick out. Like a sore thumb." She always wonder why people said that. Why did people say expressions like that ever? She smiled as he stood, then she stood up to, very clumsily. "If you fall, I'll cover your ass, and help you move to a place where you can hide. And, I'm anything but a track star, don't expect much." She really would perfer to run behind him. That would be much more fun.

Delilah didn't live a life of regrets. Yeah, she had done things she wished she hadn't done, but she had forgiven herself. That was just her, though, different. But she knew, the girls that made fun, really wish they could be her, it was just obvious, and the jocks usually like the weird girls, but in order to stay popular, they couldn't admit it, causing them to make fun of that girl to hide that fact that they liked her. Delilah always just wanted to grab a random guy and make out with him infront of those guys to prove it. Plus, she would have fun just makeing out with a random guy in the school hallways, but she never really got around to it.

She never would have said yes to any of those guys. She would deffinately perfer a guy with dark emo hair, who was capable of pulling off wearing girl jeans on a regular basis. Those guys really couldn't make fun of her for her hair or clothes, maybe her personality, but she was ok with that. But she wasn't one of those other emo kids. She didn't hate other groups of people, like preps. If they were nice to her, she would consider them friends. And, she didn't consider herself emo mainly because she loved her life, and cutting herself would make her throw up. She just likes to wear emo clothing and to have the rarely in control razor cut on her head.

Being a vegetarian was also frowned upon by her parents. For one, they had to by her pills, and they were concerned she wouuld overdose, but they might be happy after that, nore more Delilah. And second, whenever they went to dinner at friends house, Delilah was an extremly picky eater. She didn't like a lot of food that wasn't meat, and she couldn't eat meat. She had actually tried meat once, it was good, but she felt bad for eating an innocent animal. She was all about animal rights, but she refused to join Peta, they were against Pit Bulls.

She smiled at his remark. "67? Gross." She wrinkled her nose again. Old people scared Delilah sometimes. Like the ones that weren't married, they were grabbing younger girls butts, and hitting on them. It was nice sometimes, to know someone thought you were hot, but it was more discusting. She narrowed her eyes at him. "Like, what. I'm not strong enough to, like, rape anyone. And torturing people goes against what I believe in." Well, that was really a lie. Torturing teachers was actually something she loved doing. Like chewing gum in the library, loudly, or texting with your ringer on high. She and her old friends did it all the time. They usually gave her the ideas, and she did it, while they were shopping online, or something of the sorts.

Yes, Delilah was the type of girl her mother would tell her not to make friends with, and when she became that girl, she was immediately hated. Her older sister, Destiny, supported her at first, but her mother and father had probably convinced her otherwise. Delilah wasn't supposed to spend time with her younger siblings, because they weren't supposed to be "influenced" by her rebellious ways. So Delilah tried to spend as much time with them as possible. She might as well bring them down with her. And it would be more fun with they were like her. "What did you play? Football?" She asked, jogging only a step behind him. He seemed like a football player, or baseball. More likely football, she was almost certain. She also liked her new name. Delicious Delilah.

She smirked when he started running. He was obviously thinking that he was still perfectly capable of running. She was next to him quickly, with no struggle. "Either, you are really drunk, or my running in the morning has made me capable of sprinting a marathon." It was obvious he was already out of breath. And she knew it a little, he would probably be tripping all over the place.

Delilah didn't really date guys. It always went two ways. She met them, became really good friends with them but never got serious, but she would flirt with them like crazy. Or, she would meet them, have sex, then never see them again because she didn't want to. Her friends matter too. She didn't want a relationship with a guy that was her friend because she didn't want to ruin it. And, the one night stands, it would just be to awkward to hang out with them after that. Plus, getting serious scared her.

Concerts were fun for Delilah, hanging onto the railing, telling them not to lift her, but she really would want to go up there. Sure you were abused, and sexually harassed, but it was a whole lot of fun. She also knew the more you resisted to participate, it just made them want you up there more. She knew the trick for leaving without bruises, or black eyes, or bloody heads. You jsut stay away from the center of the pit. Stay close, but not to close to the crazy people. And when people were drinking, stay away from them, because they were most likely to punch someone. Unlike River, Delilah thought girl pants on guys were hot, they were some pretty brave guys. Plus, she wore those same pants, just in many different colors: black, red, yellow, purple, pink. She had one pair in almost every color.

Delilah usually thought about things before doing them. That is why she never got any tattoos. She didn't want to get some ugly thing anywhere on her body that she would be embarrassed of in a couple of years. As long as she could get rid of it without paying thousands of dollars, she could make mistakes. If she got pregnant, she could easily find a person to pay for her medical pills, and then once the baby is out, Delilah would never see it again. See, no problem. She could go be a whore whenever she wanted to be one. "So you have figured out my secret." She made her eyes big and shook her head to reply to something else he had said. "I'm not dissapointed. I doubt your any good." She said smiling.

Delilah wasn't really into sports. She wasn't bad, music was just ranked higher. It was more important to her, besides, she considered jocks stupid and mean. Why would she want to be like that. "Well, that's cool." She wasn't really telling the truth, but she wasn't about to tell him that she didn't particually like jocks. She smiled at him. "I don't ever think I'll have to worry about you ever kicking my ass. You should be worried about me kicking yours."

He was right, he looked like a normal, in shape person, but you couldn't really tell by watching him run. Delilah was ahead of him, she put her hand behind her back and flicked him off at the marathon remark. "I'm guessing at this pace you could run a mile in maybe twenty minutes." She laughed. She was slow too, her fastest mile was about eight minutes. She slowed down, so he could catch up to her.

As he lit the cigarette, she looked at him. This was probably another reason why he was having problems. She smiled. "I thought it was hard for men to multitask." Or so she had been told. She slowed down to a walking pace, and held out her hand. "Can I?" She asked, waiting for the cigarette. She hadn't had a smoke in awhile, and she was due for one.