My Name is NOT Cupcake

Chapter 1

I think of myself as a good girl. I always did what I was told. I always told the truth. I never cheated on

my boyfriend. I was always a loyal friend. I deserved it. It was one night. What harm could it due? As

new graduates, my brother and boyfriend thought that it would be a good idea to go camping with a

huge group of seniors. My dad hated the idea. He hated the woods ever since my mother died. Of

course, she did die in the woods, so his fears were somewhat reasonable. But I was a curious girl. And

living my whole life told of it's horrors, I wanted to explore them for myself. My brother packed up the

rest of the car as he came around to my side.

"Call me whenever you get there okay, Nova?" my dad said to me specifically. He knew Nolan wouldn't

do it. I knew he was worried about us. It took half a year of begging to make this happen. It wasn't like

we were totally 'roughing it'. One of our friend's dad was loaning us his mansion of a cabin to sleep in.

My dad went over his worry checklist one last time before we were off. I sighed in relief.

"I honestly thought he was going to drag us back into the house," my brother, Nolan laughed. Nolan

and I were twins, but we were fraternal. I had copper red hair and hazel eyes while Nolan's was more

of a sandy strawberry with hazel eyes. We looked nothing alike. We jammed out to the radio the whole

hour drive.

Eventually, we saw the cabin. I smiled when I saw my boyfriend, Mason. Mason and Nolan were

actually good friends. I hopped out as soon as the car stopped. Mason smiled and kissed me gently. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"There's my girl," he said. I couldn't help but smile. Mason was my rock. We'd been dating for two years

and he's all I've ever known. If you asked me what a perfect relationship looked like, I would point to us.

We were perfect for each other in every way. He stood a good 6 foot 4 with black hair and warm brown

eyes. His skin was always a deep tan shade, even darker than mine. He was built like a football player,

swimmer, and soccer player rolled into one. He was popular when it mattered and not in a bad way. He

pretty much got along with everyone. Plus, he was sweet and kind and funny and just... perfect.

"I'm really excited for this weekend," I smiled excitedly. And I was. I had been waiting for this moment

all year. Mason slung an arm over my shoulders and led me inside.

"Me too. I convinced your brother to let us share a room," he said. My smile only widened. I was still a

virgin at 19 years old which was like the equivalent to a 21st century whore. But I planned on changing

that tonight. Mason and I had been going steady for 2 years. He's never done anything to make me not

trust him and I could easily see myself spending the rest of my life with him.