HUNTER SAMSON. The boy who I loved, cared about and most of all-worshipped. He was like my religion. I loved everything about the boy. From his floppy brown hair, to his mean stare. To the way he smiles, lazily. Everything about his was just- chef's kiss.

    But he betrayed my feelings.

    The boy stops in his tracks, we stop in front of a classroom. The Art classroom. He faces me, with a lazy smile. "So, care to talk in this empty classroom for a bit?" He looked, tired, sad... doomed.

    I got all of that by his eyebags, the hollowness of his face and not to mention the emotion filtered from his eyes.

    "What do you wish to talk about? Because if it's not important, then I really need to go. I have swimming next period," I grimace at the thought, touching my hair strands.

    Great first impression with wet hair, I thought. 

    "It's about the new students. The ones your babysitting," he says, before opening the door.

    He enters, yet I just stand there.

    About Brooke and the others? What does he know about them? Is he asking me about their names... what their reputation is? Because honestly I'm still trying to understand myself.

    I follow in after him, watching as his back is approaching the desk far at the back. His desk.

    Actually looking around, this classroom was our old art room. This was the only class we had together, years back. The first time I laid eyes on him and fell for him, before Suzy stole him away. And the rumours started going around of me, calling me a slut and all. By Suzy, of course.

    I take a seat on my desk which was in front of his. We both give each other, knowing looks before one of us starts speaking, that would be him.

    "So... I know this is really awkward since you don't know me much... apart from having a major crush on me—"

    I snort. "Used to," I correct, pursing my lips at the brunette and crossing my legs.

    "Y-yep, exactly that. Used to have a crush on me. So I'll just make this short, very plain and simple," he jittered.

    "That's the most sweetest thing someone has done for me," note the sarcasm.

    I gritted my teeth at him, watching as he nervously sank in his seat from my penetrable gaze.

    "The new guys... I don't really like them. I'm sure you don't either, I mean don't you get bad vibes from them?" He pondered-his grey eyes boring in mine.

    Before I could answer him, he continued preaching about his obvious resentment for the new kids.

    "I mean, most of them walk as if they rule our school. Is that fine with you? Most of them, give really mean stares to us students and we hardly do anything mean to them. Is that fine with you? Because honestly, do you want the whole school to turn against you for escorting and befriending some rebel kids? Huh, Derry? Tell me, is it fine with you?" He was clenching his jaw and facing me with a stern look.

    I looked to the side staring outside the wide-framed window. The rain was pouring, gentle, slow. I wanted nothing more than to dance and sing in the rain; but all my worries wouldn't allow me. I would be forced, antagoninizly to watch in horror.

    But, maybe Hunter is right? But then again, its Hunter Samson. The boy who could be an actor for his deception skills. He was just that good.

    Suzy and him could be the perfect couple if they wanted to be. I just didn't know why they didn't bother dating, at least once.

    But no, I refuse to believe those new students are bad and rebels. He's just messing with me somehow and most of all definitely plotting something.

    Maybe him, Jack, George and the other Jock buddies were planning to harass them all or maybe bully them or something... it was definitely very weird.

    "It's fine with me," I give my best lopsided smile. "I'm pretty sure they're the best of my company, they make me laugh and I enjoy their embrace. So if that's all you wanted to say, then I best be going."

    I stand up, not before Hunter quickly pulls my arm and I land on his lap. He holds a hand on me, even when I keep pushing away from him. He whispers, dangerously close for my liking:

    "I've missed your strawberry scent. Mhm," He nibbled on my ear, still holding both my wrists in a tight grip, from pulling away.

    "Let go of me! We're over! Do you hear me!" I shriek.

    The door opens from behind us and Hunter raises his eyebrows at the sudden surprise.

    "Students, stop making out in my classroom and leave right now to your next lessons!" The art teacher, Miss Rosalie's voice exclaims at us. "Oh and Elias please just place the canvases at the back of the room, please!"

    I push Hunter away, successfully managing to get away from him.

    "Don't touch me," I sneer, before grabbing my bags from my desk. Turning around I give him the finger, he's perplexed and wasn't expecting the sudden notion.

    "Fuck you, Samson."

    Before I saunter away, I catch eyes with one of the new students here. The boy who's name I didn't know. I think the teacher said "Elias" but I wasn't sure. He gave me a stoic look, I stubbornly gave him a mean stare before walking out and storming down the halls.

    The person who set him up to this whole "help bully or kick the new kids" facade was clearly obvious. And that bitchface was really starting to piss me the fuck off.

    Just as I'm speeding off down the hallways, a hand pulls me back and I nearly fall over. Gosh, what's it with me and falling over lately? But the person hold a firm grip on my arm, keeping me in place.

    "Hey," honeycomb orbs meet mine. I grin sheepishly at the new kid, the black–haired boy who was also my main investigation, for some odd reason.

    "Can I help you?" I muster up a smile.

    He let's go of me, once I'm standing and gives me a once-over. Before his honeycomb eyes bore in mine.

    "Actually you could... show me to the principal's office... will you?" He frowns.

    "Why?" I incredulously ask.

    "I just need to report something. Something that bothers me," he clenched his jaw.

    Without further questioning, that's what I did. We didn't say much, we only walked, the only times we talked were about "thanks by the way" and a "no problem".

    I dropped him off that the office, before getting ready for my own lessons. On my way to Swimming class, I found Brooke and Suzy flirting and didn't want nothing else than to shove that bitchface's face in the sand for annoying me a lot today.

    I stood metres from them already hearing in on their conversation.

"—No I don't want to like your abs, leave me alone!" The stupid bitch hissed at him.

    "Oh, you don't? Should I coat it with Honey and sugar then? Maybe you'd want it then right, I mean chicks dig that right?" He murmured.

    Bitchface gasped at him and slapped him with her handbag, before flicking her hair in his face and strutting away, with her oblivious minions, following after her.

    Poor Brooke..

    I stand beside him and touch his cheek. That was a nasty red bruise! He flinched, but smiled once he saw me and then pulled me in a hug, his head digging into my neck.

    "Miss West, I missed you!" He snobbed fakely, stroking the back of my wet hair.

    He even pulled the beret of my head and placed it on the top of his. "Ooo, this is so chic, only French people would wear this," he mused, playing with my hat on his head more and even making ridiculous model poses-which without effort he'd actually surpass most of the "try-hard ones".

    I grinned at the boy, "it's because I'm half French," he nods in a "so that's why" kind of way and hands the beret back to me.

    "So, remind me again why Elias and you aren't in workshops?" I say, adjusting my minibag as we now begin to walk down the hallways of our school.

    "The thing is... when I ran off I happened to sneak in the staff room, I pigged out behind the library after borrowing the foods, then soon enough I saw Elias wander in looking for some astronomy book or whatever-he scolded me, decided to take me back to the workshops, before we were bombarded by teachers asking for favors. Because and I quote, "young men like you should help out with those strong and capable and manly arms of yours" I kinda died when she said that and agreed to do so, I guess the guilt of eating all their M&Ms and Brownies hit me. And that's the story of how I lost my lead-brother," he grinned, before side stepping a guy and proceeding to walk.

    "Interesting," I comment.

    "Hey, also do you want to know a secret?" He suddenly says, capturing my full and undivided attention.

    "Shoot."

    SWIMMING WAS NO FUN. No one did much today, the teacher was still so nervous about us swimming and worried that she'd have to play the "lifeguard" role and save one of us one day, as if her life depended on it.

    I was sat between Ravine, the creep Wally, Caleb, Ramona and of course, Suzy.

    Suzy was in front of me though, so I didn't have to worry about seeing the shameful plastic for another day.

    Ramona, however, not so much... now there's different ways of how you could get an enemy. In Suzy Clock's case, Ramona was definitely an enemy of hers.

    Ramona used to be a minion of Suzy's. But ever since Suzy made a minor rumour about Ramona, saying that she liked having threesomes, let's just say that's one less minion.

    I watched in amusement as Ramona shuffled forwards, not sparing me a glance, before using a pair of scissors she sneaked in her hands and trimming some random strands of Suzy's dark hair.

    She trimmed and trimmed, until satisfied enough she pulled away and darted back to her seat. Miss Fletcher was still discussing the different types of butterfly strokes and other useless shit... I mean, do we really need to know about this? I could just go to swimming downtown for all I care. It's not like I'd been going to the Pacific or any beaches any time soon.

    After ten painful minutes of sitting with our legs crossed on the floor, we all got up and practically were surprised at the sudden change of lesson and that we could finally do swimming, since starting school.

    That was until a high-pitched scream captures everyone's eager attention and settled on a pissed off, Suzy Clocks. Suzy, who by the way looked like she was about to murder someone, pointed an accusing finger at me. I crossed my arms at her, already knowing what's coming next.

    "You fucking bitch! You cut my hair!" She roared.

    I pointed at myself, looking up and around, as if in thought. "Did I? Maybe my hands just decided to cut up a bitch today."

    Sarah, her minion also pointed a finger at me, along with her sister Sidra. "You cut her hair, I saw," Sidra chimed in.

    "Where's your evidence? Do you see a scissor in my hand? Did you catch me in the spur of the moment?" They all thought, before shaking their heads. I smirked. "Exactly, so before you point your fingers at me, why don't you point them to yourselves. Maybe, Sidra got bored of being pulled along by her sister to help a devil and I don't know-decided to retaliate?" I comment.

    Sidra gasps."I wouldn't," she turns to face an unconvinced ravenhead girl. "I wouldn't, Suzy. I wouldn't, ever dare to."

    Suzy excused her. "I should've known, you'd somehow be so jealous of me. Sarah, get her out of here and find me a replacement. I don't need her stinking around me."

    Oh wow... this really is a cinematic experience.

    Sidra is pulled out of the swimming hall, not by her sister but by the teacher-who literally sides with any lies. Pathetic.

    Suzy takes two slow steps towards me and grits her teeth. I place my hands on hips and smirk at her agitation. "Hey, Suzy. You still sore from earlier? Thay little quickie in the janitors closet great for you?"

    I heard she got the good sex from Jack. Jack and his friends loudly told the whole school about his little fling with Suzy in the Janitors closet. Jack was a jock like that Jerk Hunter Samson. Suzy never had feelings for anyone - let alone begun any relationships with anyone. Not even Hunter the charm of our school. I wonder why she went for Jack and not him?

    "Did you only last 3 seconds?" I cooed.

    The ravenhead slapped my face suddenly. My head snapped to the side and I faced the blue, sparking and chlorine water before turning to face her with a slight sneer.

    I gripped on her shoulders, causing her to widen her eyes. I closed my eyes and hoped that Miss Fletcher wouldn't come in, so I could make up some lies.

    Everyone was practically cheering, jumping and recording for what was about to happen next.

    We were on the edge of the swimming pools entrance, before I rugby tackled her in. I knew, it would be more fun to join with her in and push her on the end, where she would land first.

    When her back hit the water, I clutched onto her shoulders more and kept laughing. The laughter came as bubbles as I saw how the ravenhead struggled, before I let go.

    Gasping up for air and swimming to the entrance, I turned to face the ravenhead who had emerged from the water, her hair dripping wet and makeup all blotchy.

    Then came the storm before the calm. "DERRRRRYYYYY!"

See what I did there? ;)