H E' S M I N E

C H A P T E R - O N E

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"You're a real dick, you know that?" I shout in his face. He only flashed a cocky smirk as he clung onto his goody-two-shoes girlfriend. His light brown eyes only held amusement, making me roll mine. He has some nerve to act like a cocky ass wipe right now. I remove my eyes from his, just for the sake of the public, which just happens to be basically the entire school, and I look at his forehead, then his dark brown hair. I want to smile, but unfortunately can't right now.

"You know what, fuck you, Xander, and your silly little girlfriend too."

Chelsea is so shy; she basically depends on Xander to do everything for her. The girl could barely stand up for herself. I have no idea why Xander chose her of all girls. She is pretty, but she has no personality, like seriously. Xander claims it's love, but it's obviously not. And I'm not the only one who thinks that.

I push past the crowd of people who can't mind their business, and walk to my tiny circle of friends. And by tiny, I mean two. I'm good with that. Two is great. It's better than being like Chelsea who is completely surrounded by people who hates her because she's too clingy and boring. Troy and Jay. Two idiots who treat me as their daughter and best friend at the same time. It's kind of cool, but they can get really annoying at times.

"Shae, I have absolutely no idea why you even waste your breath on that guy," Jay rolled his eyes and he adjusted the straps of his backpack. I shrug my shoulders, a smile forming on my lips. I opened my mouth to say something, but my dark haired friend spoke first, "Jay, you have to admit, the guy is super-hot. I mean at gym; he really kills it."

"I know he's hot, Troy," Jay sounded a bit insulted, and I narrow my eyes at him. I have a pretty good idea what's going on, but I'll talk to Jay in private. Jay continued, "Why would you even say that? I mean, everyone knows Xander Wilde is hot, but was it necessary to voice that?"

"You're getting upset over nothing, I think he's cute, so what? It's not like he's gay too."

I scoff, "he's definitely not gay." They both look at me with raised eyebrows. I curse silently then quickened my step so I could reach to class faster. We all have the same class but I don't want their questions right now. They know how to get information from me. Which by the way, I have none?

Jay and Troy walked into the class some seconds after me, taking their seats on either sides of me and giving me strange looks. I don't know what's gotten into them, but they should stop. I'm failing Math, and their stares would distract me. But I'm obviously not going to talk to them. I have to focus. However, I find that really hard, knowing that Chelsea of all people sit in front of me and she does extremely well at Math. How great.

I try to keep my mind off of Jay and Troy as the teacher began and I opened my book. But as soon as the teacher's back turns, Jay whispers to me, "We aren't forgetting that comment about... 'X'..." his eyes shift to Troy who was nodding his head.

"I need to concentrate," I tell them in a hushed tone, keeping my eyes in my book. They lean back in their seats and I was left alone. My eyes scan my open book, then the board, when I realized I don't have the slightest clue about what's going on. I let a sigh leave my lips and I lean back in my chair, surrendering to Mathematics. How do people understand this?

I glance up a bit, over her shoulder, finding her scribbling away. I hate that she is so perfect at this Math thing. I think that's the reason I hate her so much. She's too perfect. She tops the class, comes from a great family, she has money and everything just seems to fall into place with her. Well, almost everything.

Chelsea isn't that mean, bitchy, always angry type of popular chick. She's the complete opposite, which is cool, but equally annoying. I wish she would grow a pair and be independent. She depends on others way too much, for example, Xander. I bet if he dumps her she'd burst into a million tears. She needs to toughen up. Damn!

The bell rings for Math period to be done and over with, and I immediately pick up my books to leave. But, Troy and Jay caught me before I could run. Troy suggested, "Let's go to the bleachers."

"I have class," I tell them, as though I actually care, which I don't. They read me like a magazine and brush off that false statement. They tugged me along, down the halls and outside to the field. This is where a lot of shit goes down. Most importantly is the Football games, our school (Brightwood High Blue Raiders) versus whoever Loser team wants to try to beat us at what we do best. Behind the bleachers is where a lot of couple go to make out or whatever, there's an old Locker room right next to the bleacher where couples also go to make out. This field also holds all the fucked up events the school decides to throw, like our graduation cermony is going to be right outside here in this field. Also, this is where students come when they don't want to go to class, or just watch the footballers practice sometimes.

I take a seat, in the middle of the bleachers and Jay and Troy sat next to me. I stared out at the field, which was empty now. I guess the footballers are in class. Turns out they actually do go to class. The wind blew softly against my face and I smiled. I can't say I don't like it out here. Well that is when it's empty. I could feel the boys' eyes on me, and I caved. I glanced over at Troy, but I don't look into his eyes. I much rather looking at his hair, his perfectly gelled, pitch black hair.

"You're so pretty," I tell him, watching as a blush form on his cheek. I laugh softly just as he mumbled thanks.

"We all know you have a crush," says Jay. I hate that about Jay. He's so brutally honest its likable. He doesn't sugar coat anything... well almost anything. He has a secret of his own that he won't be so brutally honest about. He hasn't exactly told me his secret, but I know it's there. I'm just waiting for the day when he finally just says it.

Troy on the other hand, he's the sweetheart. The good guy, who would lie to make you feel better and do it damn well good. He's also like a major whore (he knows I call him that). However, he's a really great friend. I don't think I would ever replace him. If fact, I know I would never replace him, along with jay. They are both just fantastic and the best friends a girl could ever wish for.

"I don't have a crush," I say to them both, I then turned to Jay and smirked, "You have a crush."

He furrowed his brows at me, faking a confused look. He knows exactly what I'm talking about. But now is neither the time nor place for this. I look at Troy who is looking at us, puzzled. Gosh, if only he knew...

"Anyway, I don't like anyone in this school. All the good looking guys live far away from Oregon..."

"You're lying," Troy commented, "There are a lot of guys right here at school who are really..." he bites his bottom lip, "Good looking."

"Okay, Troy," Jay rolled his eyes, "I think she gets it. Anyway, Shae, we know you like Xander. Which is why you two are always at each other's throats."

I cough loudly and pretended to choke, "Okay, no. You two are so wrong. We quarrel all the time because he's like fucking BFF's with my brother and his girlfriend is annoying. To be honest I just hate that stupid guy." I hope it's clear enough for them. Like crystal.

"Okay, fine. Whatever," Troy says, "So uh we found a number in your phone."

"What number?" I ask casually. They both stared at me, then Troy asked, "Who's 'Zen'?"

"A guy I met at a party," I tell them, keeping my eyes on the grass. I have nothing to hide...

"Hmm... okay." Jay mumbled then turned to face front completely. This entire thing is so stupid. They really think I like Xander? Of all people, really? The guy has a girlfriend, who's really sickening, but his girlfriend nonetheless. I scoff aloud and rolled my eyes. That's completely ridiculous.

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The urge to pee is like no other. The thing I absolutely hate the most is having to urinate after you've lay on your bed with your phone in hand, feeling comfortable. Stupid bladder. I drop my phone on my bed and slowly make my way off. Everyone is downstairs. Today, my brother decided he wanted to invite his bestie and some other friends and I just really prefer to be upstairs when the whole 'gang' is here. Mum insists on making snacks, so she's downstairs also.

After I was finished using the bathroom, I stood, resting my palms on the edges of the sink and staring into the mirror at my deep brown eyes. I smiled at myself, I'm not one of the girls with a low self-confidence and needs a guy to make her feel beautiful, I know I'm gorgeous. I love how my dyed strawberry blonde hair cascades down my back and in front my chest. I like that my lips aren't plump and fat, and that my nose is small along with the rest of my entire body. I'm not short, but I'm skinny and I like it like that. I am beautiful. I'm not saying I don't want a guy to tell me that, I do, I just don't depend on that shit to survive. Not calling any names or anything...

The door of the bathroom opens and I am surprised when I saw Xander standing there. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I could feel my heart beginning to beat faster and I just wanted to smile at his presence, but I cover it all up because that's simply just not me.

"So you're just standing in the bathroom?" he rose a brow. I shake my head then turn back to the mirror, "I'm admiring myself..."

He steps behind me, staring at me through the mirror. I watch his hand move to put my hair all on one side, then his hands ran down my body. "You know, I meant what I said today..." I say to him. I could feel his breath on my ear, "Did you really?"

I nod my head slowly, my eyes never leaving his. I bit my bottom lip softly, and he instantly spun me around. His lips jammed onto mine as my hands went up to lace in his hair, then came down to the back of his neck. I opened my mouth for his tongue to slide in. Xander's hands traveled down to my ass, squeezing it, making a moan leaves my lips. I press my body against his, praying this kiss would never end. Xander lifts me off my feel and onto the counter in the bathroom. He kissed down my jaw to my neck, sucking hard while pulling me to him.

A knock on the door interrupted us and I push him back immediately. A guy's voice rang through the bathroom. "Hey, Xander, you in there?"

"Uh yeah," he replied, "I'll be out in a minute..."

"We were just leaving."

"Okay, yeah." Xander says as though he doesn't care. I hear footsteps away from the door and I let out a breath. I pull my hair on one side, covering Xander's hickeys on my skin. His fingers when up to run across my lips and I blinked up at him. He stepped closer, cupping my cheek with one hand and rubbing his thumb against my face softly. I lean into his hand.

"I gotta go, okay, baby..."

I nod, "give me a kiss," I request softy, while leaning in. Xander smiled and pecked my lips.

"I hate to leave," he tells me.

"Well Spencer is home tonight and so is my Mum so...." I look down at the ground then back at him. I really hate this sneaking thing. Gosh, I literally can't stand it. I've asked him on many occasions to break up with Chelsea, but he refuses, saying he has a certain reason. It pisses me off, but I actually don't want to lose him.

"Don't worry babe, I'll be back later," he smiles at me, kissing my lips again.

"Xander! What the fuck are you doing, bro?" Spencer says from the other side of the door. God dammit, Spence. I kiss Xander, ignoring my sickening brother. He pulled away then walked to the door. I hopped off the counter then went a little bit behind the door. He opened it and I was invisible to Spencer's brown eyes, "Were you fucking jacking off in my bathroom?" Spencer asks Xander. I roll my eyes and listen for when they walk away.

After which, I leave the bathroom and head across the hall to my bedroom.

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