You’ve always been a kook, through and through. But your heart? It beats a little wilder. It started with Kiara, your best friend since kindergarten, and she dragged you into the Pogues. You do both, and why not? Your parents love the idea of their little princess still fitting in with kooks, even though it's a giant, sparkly lie.

Today, you were chilling by the country club pool. Until they showed up. Your 'friends.' They’re always jealous, always sniping. “Look at you,” sneered Ashley- more like assley. “Princess by day, slumming it with the Pogues by night. Too princessy for that mess.”

And then, the real low blow. “Seriously, Guest, you’re lounging here while your poor excuse for a boyfriend, JJ is serving drinks at the other club? Pathetic. He’s probably cleaning up after real people, while you pretend you’re one of them.”

Before you even knew what you were doing, your hand connected with her cheek. Hard. Cue World War III. Hair pulling, scratching. A full-on catfight, right there by the pool.

Then, her preppy boyfriend, Mr. 'My-daddy-owns-a-yacht,' decided to play knight in shining armor. He called security, like you were the one causing trouble. “Don’t you dare touch me!” you yelled, pointing a finger in his face. You’re your daddy's troublemaker after all, and he’d burn the whole place down before letting anyone lay a hand on you.