Liam
I fume all day. Who does she think she is? First, she interrupts me in the middle of the S-Zone by hurling freezing soda on my head, and then when I go up to her, ask me if I was desperate for beautiful chicks like her! What the fuck?
And I can't even deny it!
What the hell has happened to me?
And then, when I mock her, she sneers at me and declares to everyone in the hall that the stupid rule I came up with doesn't hold meaning anymore! She's a newbie for fuck's sake!
And she isn't even fazed on looking at my furious face! Does she not know who I am? Does she not know who I am? Does she not know I am Liam Fucking James, the bad boy of Texan High? The boy who every child is told to stay away from, the boy who broke a person's jaw if he even look me in the eyes? How does this bitch walk away, no, skip away with her head held high after doing such a thing as freezing my head off with soda?! The audacity!
I fume loud clear after lunch, in Homeroom. Everybody's listening to me and the teacher isn't saying anything; like the other teachers, she knows I am not to mess around with I am angry.
Now that I think about it, she's listening to me too.
"We need to do something," I repeat for the fifteenth time.
"And what is that?" Kieran asks, dragging 'what' in a dangerous way. He looks at the edge of snapping.
"That bitch needs to be taught a lesson." I rack my brains. She is going to pay. No matter what. My reputation and sanity are at stake.
I'm going to make her pay in the same way that she did me. I'm going to prank her.
But, the question is, how to?
How do I annoy a girl who seems to be fazed by nothing?
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Hailey
I sigh as I sit down at a table in the library. School's ended but I didn't want to go home yet. so when Ronner turned up, I told him to bring my sports bike and place the keys on the top of my locker and go pick Jacob up, 'cause I'll be late.
Nothing out of the blue happened to me in the second half, courtesy of the idiot in the morning. No one recognised me either. Reece was right. These people are really dense.
I mean, what do you call a person who doesn't even keep up with the current affairs? Like, what if the person standing in front of you is actually the youngest billionaire in the world? You'd be begging for autographs, pictures and whatnot.
My Stupid Brain: Or maybe they don't give a fuck.
My Ego: SHUT UP!
I roll my eyes at myself. They go on and on and on all day long. Earlier until recently, I'd been practicing in the mirror to restrain these voices from coming out of my mouth. I always had this weird urge to talk to myself when I think I'm alone. It was always kinda embarrassing when I was caught at it. But if I am to keep these emotionless walls up, I need to practice. And that requires focus.
Which I have run out of right now.
I finger the spines of the books lightly. I was tempted to pick Vampire's Pet but decide against it. Instead I pick something which likely to make my core tingle even though I need my focus back. I pick Sweet Addiction. Aha! Perfect! I really need to take my mind off my worries. First my father suddenly disappearing off the face the earth thing, then my emotions and then the asswipe. There's a lot more but I'd rather not elaborate.
I sit and get engrossed in the book. The sex talk starts from the very first, which is a very auspicious start, meaning I'd picked the right book. I was so absorbed in the book that I didn't notice the person coming up until my hand shot out of nowhere and grabbed with professional accuracy, the wrist which was about to snatch my book out of my grasp.
Speak of the devil and he shall come.
"You are certainly very desperate." I drawl, looking up at Mr Asswipe, watching his face go red, his wrist still in my grip. He flicks off my grasp. The red finger marks are the only indication of my amazing reflexes. Wow. I'm strong. "I rather drink vomit than come begging for sexual amusement from you."
My gaze flickers lightly over his body. Yep. Same as I remember. Then my gaze shifts and I notice his glare. If I were somebody else, I would've pissed in my pants looking at the dangerous gaze directed at me. Since I'm not, I smirk. His glare slightly wavers on seeing this. "We'll see about that."
His jaw clenches and unclenches and he slowly lets out an exhale, his body language still tense. He leans in to whisper in my ear, "Do you know who I am?" I let out a quiet mirthless chuckle. "Do I look like I give a fuck?"
I watch, leaning back to look at Mr Asswipe with a savage smirk on my face. Mr Asswipe on the other hand, tries taking deep breaths to calm his unveiled rage. Funny. I didn't know I could aggravate someone that badly.
It seems like he just decided to fuck the intimating shit and adopt my attitude. Yeah baby! Two can play at this game. "So," he drags, sitting down next to me. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"Me? Me?" I ask, unable to help myself. This shit's messed up at so many different levels. "You're the one who threw soda all over my favourite shirt in the morning out of nowhere! And now you're asking what my fucking problem is?!" I gape at him in honest disbelief. "Is your brain damaged or something? Did you have Amnesia all of a sudden?"
"Oh yeah, right. You were the Miss Contact Lenses of the-" and then suddenly he is thrown back aggressively against the book shelves with my hand gripping his jaw with an admirable intensity. I can see red marks being imprinted on his perfect little face already.
I had always disliked people who assumed that I was wearing contact lenses. I mean, just because they couldn't have amazing eyes like mine, they need to think in this irritating mindset that other people can't have them too. It is fucking aggravating!
Consider it my pet peeve.
"What did you just say?" I say, furious. He smirks. This was the kind of reaction he expected from me from the very beginning and it's pretty satisfying that he got it out of me at last. From something that he didn't expect to be that irritating.
Well know it now, bitch.
"It's irritating, isn't it?" He hisses in my ear. "The way people assume that you're wearing contacts, just because they can't stand anybody else being that special? How you look good and they can't look like you? I know. Trust me, I've been there."
Wow. He stole the words right out of my mind. And it's very hard to do that.
Instead of congratulating him on his observational skills, I snarl, "Trust you? Never. You are not the one who's special and attractive. You don't have unusual eyes that shine out even if you wear contacts. You don't have beautiful long hair that can't be dyed. You don't have life threatening issues and a shit load of worries. No. You have the boring, usual kind of heterochromia that anyone with melanin deficiency can have. You have the stupid looking golden hair that you probably dyed to get. You don't have any worries except for hiding your conspiracy of how to burn the school down. You don't have the the amazingly beautiful curves or booty. No. You have a massive dick and an ego that is bigger than the size of your brain. So, no, asswipe. You don't know what it's like to be me."
Any self control left in the asswipe quickly vanishes. He throws off my grasp on his jaw and tackles me on to the table. He tries to punch me in the face but I catch his fist in my hand and stick my foot at the back of his feet and propel it. At the same time I take his other leg and pull it forward causing him to fall. But that is not for long. Just as I pull myself up and straighten my damned top, he jumps up and looks down my cleverage. This makes me angrier and, just as he lashes his fingers out to try and seize my throat, I stop his arm by gripping it harshly and wring it to the side. His leg moves upwards to knee me but I catch hold of it and lift it upwards and kick his legs out in front of me, thus making him fall backwards.
But, by then, the asses in the library had gathered in front to watch, and, seeing this, the librarian noticed us fighting for the first time, and I hear her yell, "Stop!"
She pushes through the crowd and puts her hands on her hips. She pursed her lips. "Principal's office. Now."
Great. Going to the principal's office on the first day.
Not that I mind. I'm a bad girl after all.
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