It's been three weeks. Three weeks since Angel refused my friendship, three weeks since we talked, three weeks since we pranked or just threatened each other. Of course, we haven't been total strangers because there are smiles, smiles everywhere. 

We politely smile at each other whenever we cross paths. It's more like when I smile at her, she smiles back, but when I smirk at her, she glares at me. She pretends that she hates my smirk but I know she likes it because her lips twitch whenever she sees it. 

Other than that, there's been nothing exciting and it's safe to say that I miss the first week of school. I miss pranking her, I miss our bickering, I miss everything. 

But of course, after being rejected like that, I can't just go and start talking to her randomly. Plus, her friends seem more protective of her ever since everything came crashing down when I pasted that picture on her locker.

Soon I and Garret enter the school and make our way to our usual spot in the parking lot.

I slam the breaks a few feet away from our spot, Garret barks out a laugh, and a small smile creeps on my face. There it is, a few feet away, Angel's car, parked in my spot.

This has been happening for the last two weeks and has become more of a silent game between us. Whoever gets there first, gets the parking spot. So when she parked there the first time, I simply parked somewhere else because even though starting a prank war with her again was tempting, I just didn’t want to repeat the shit that went down again. And knowing me, I would fuck everything up again if it came to that.

Obviously, no other student has dared to do the same yet, all of them seemingly knowing that she’s the exception.

I park my Jeep next to her Camaro and head inside the school. As always we're a few minutes late and the class has already started. I enter the class and everybody looks up at me and I feel a wave of nostalgia, like the first day of school.

This time though Mr. Cole doesn't say anything and just silently looks at me before getting back to the chapter he was teaching. I make my way to my usual seat and silently search for Angel.

There she is, looking as beautiful as ever, in blue jeans, a black hoodie, and white sneakers. She looks at me, and as our eyes meet and I smile. She smiles back politely and looks down at her textbook. 

My eyes shift and connect with Kyle, who openly glares at me. That's how it has been for the last three weeks, he tells me with his eyes, how much he would like to cut my dick into small pieces and then hide them in different continents around the world. I, being the ass I am, smirk at him and make my way to my desk, preparing myself mentally for this long day.

*****

Lunchtime couldn't come any faster. I take a seat next to Garret and almost bang my lunch tray on the table as I look around at the usual hustle and bustle. Students laughing and gossiping, sounds of spoon and plates clattering, normal high school shit. 

"I want to go home already. I can't take this studying shit anymore." I whine like a pathetic idiot.

"Me too." That's the only reply I get from him since he's way too busy on his phone.

"Did you take notes in history class?" I ask hopefully because I was busy snoring instead of taking notes.

"I did. I'll send the pictures." He replies without glancing up. 

"Garret Thompson, please report to the principal’s office!"  I yell at him.

His head jerks up and I grin.

Garret glares at me."Stop it, dude. I became the imposter after 7 games, don't ruin it."

"Jesus, is the men's washroom the only place they've got?" John mutters under his breath as he places his tray on the table and sits down next to me... why is his face so red? 

"Dude, why are you blushing?" I ask.

"I am not blushing, I'm just embarrassed." He snaps at me. 

"And may I ask, why are you embarrassed?" I question him.

"Well, I went into the men's washroom and as soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by this horrible sight I never want to see again. Logan banging Kristen from behind. They didn't even have the decency to stop. But it wasn't the last of my humiliation, Kristen kept making some weird noises. She was purring like a cat." I and Garret bark out a laugh as John tries to copy Kristen's moans.

 "I got out of there as soon as possible."

We all are still laughing when we hear someone clearing their throat from behind me. Looking back to find Dick, as he leans back in his chair and looks at us with interest evident in his eyes.

Why am I not surprised? 

"Did I just hear that Logan and Kristen are hooking up in the men's washroom?" He asks as he pushes his glasses high on his nose with his index finger.

Meet Dick- I mean Duke. His name is Duke but we call him Dick because he is an actual dick. A straight-A student, with high aspirations, and of course the principal's pet. Looking at him, you'll think he's the picture of innocence but he's not. He knows almost everyone and knows exactly what everyone's been up to. That's why he's Principal Prize's pet. 

Mr. Prize likes to know what the students in his school are up to and likes to stay updated on all the gossip in the school so that he can take action whenever needed. That's where Duke comes in, as he provides him the gossip and in return, Mr. Prize provides him with the money he needs to buy books related to the course.

And this right now is a bizarre situation because Logan's going to be in trouble if this gossip reaches the principal's ears.

"Your ears are ringing, Nerd," Garret replies as he rolls his eyes.

"Well, then your playboy friend better not be hooking up right now. The last test's results came out today and he failed. I don't think Mr. Prize will be happy." He says, gathering the attention of the other students.

"Yeah, so did your dad's condom. Look at your birth certificate, that's an apology letter from the condom factory." Garret says and the people around us erupt in laughter, including me. 

"Nobody cares about me. But Mr. Prize will care about Logan." He sings and goes back to eating his lunch.

We all roll our eyes and get back to our lunches as John speaks, "We will have to do something about him. He kills all the fun, and we can't have Mr. Prize taking any serious action on all the fun things in school."

"Don't worry, I'll think of something later. But right now, Logan will have to save his ass on his own." I reply and look around the cafeteria, searching for that one face, which increases my heartbeat every time. 

Is it normal having butterflies in your stomach whenever you see a certain person? Because I've never heard anything like that coming out of a guy's mouth. 

The bell rings, signaling the end of lunchtime, and we all head out of the cafeteria. I look around, still searching for Angel when I bump into someone.

"Look where you're going- oh! I'm sorry Roman." Kristen purrs her last words.

Great. Out of all the people in this school, I have to bump into her. 

"Whatever," I reply and step to my right, to get away from her. But, well this is Kristen we're talking about, she takes a step to her left. I take a step to my left and she follows, trying to block me. 

I sigh and give up, "What do you want Kristen." Already annoyed by her. If mine and her dad weren't good friends, I would've shown her where her exact place is.

"You."

"Seriously? You just fucked one of my best friends fifteen minutes ago and now you're trying to come onto me?" I cock an eyebrow at her.

"We were just hooking up, it’s nothing serious, you know I want you."

She bats her eyelashes at me and I cringe, if it had been Angel, instead of her, I would've pissed my pants because I can already imagine how adorable she would look, but looking at Kirsten right now, it looks so fake.

"It's your mom's birthday tomorrow, right?" She changes the topic to bring my attention back to her.

"Yeah, why?" I cock an eyebrow at her. 

"I can help you find a gift for her." She suggests as she smiles innocently. 

"What makes you think, I haven't bought a gift for her yet?"  I ask.

"I heard your mom speaking to my mother, that you search for gifts at the last moment and you're basically clueless in the gift department." She shrugs.

Fucking hell! She's right. I don't know how to get someone a gift, so I tend to avoid this matter till the last moment and then make a last-moment purchase.

Last year, I got my mom a perfume bottle, even though I knew she had hundreds of them already. The year before that, I got her a handbag.

See, I'm clueless in that department, but I'm not desperate enough to agree to Kristen's offer. I would rather give my mom a lame gift, instead of taking Kristen's help. 

"It's nice of you to offer, but I'm running late for my class, see you later or never,” I mutter as I sidestep her and make my way to the next class.

I'll look for a gift later, but right now I have to get this day over with. 

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