Peter was the player of our school, but ever since he said that he wanted me to be his girlfriend, he promised that he would never fuck anyone when we are dating ever again. And I never doubted his sincerity, because I could see it in his eyes as he spoke.

As I thought, I realised something off today.

Usually there would be dozens, or even half of the girls in the school waiting for Peter to get off his car. And once he did, it was when all those bimbos in the school sashay towards him and start to flirt.

Then Peter would ignore them, searching everywhere for me. That was what I liked about him.

There were only at most ten girls trying to catch a glimpse of him today, not that Peter or I cared, but it just seemed different. But before I could wonder why, I saw the reason, and it was standing right in front of me as I walked to my locker after hugging Peter goodbye.

Jace.

Oh of course.

It seemed that Jace was still fondly remembered by the people who knew him in middle school, from the looks of it.

He was standing against his locker with his arms crossed while those bimbos who used to worship the ground Peter walked on attempted to strike a conversation with him. One of them who managed to get a reply from him was clinging onto him like her life depended on it while the other girls were glaring at her, as cliché as it sounded.

I realised that I was still standing there, looking at him like any typical girl would do when they see a guy like him.

Shaking my head to stop myself from dreaming, I walked away from them to my own locker.

When Jace swept his eyes through the crowded hallway and spotted me, a grin formed on his lips as he unfolded his arms and fought through the crowd to talk to me. Upon realising that she no longer had his attention, the bimbo pouted and walked away. I sighed and rolled my eyes. And to think that she could direct his attention away from me.

"What do you want, Jace?" I finally asked him.

"Can't I catch up with my favourite girl?" Was Jace's reply. I heaved a dramatic sigh as I turned around and rolled my eyes at him.

"Yeah right."

But then, I did not care what he thought.

"But are you really my Kit Kat?" He suddenly frowned, looking at me like I was some stranger.

"Huh?"

"I mean, you're so hot." I laughed loudly. As if.

"Not that you weren't hot at first, but you've seriously changed, you know? I didn't really see your face properly these past few days so I just realised." He looked really serious for a moment and turned me around so that I was facing him, inspecting every edge of my face.

My face turned hot as he indirectly reminded me of how I avoided his gaze every time he talked to me these few days.

But wow. Just wow.

Never in my entire life had someone other than Peter called me hot, and now the bad boy who was admittedly the hottest in the whole town actually complimented me?

Say what?

"Yeah, yeah." The close proximity must had affected me somehow since I couldn't form any sentences. Noticing my problem here, Jace smirked and winked at me.

"I'd totally bang you now."

But then, I must be a little insane to be affected by the closeness between us.

But still, his words gave me a crazy idea. I didn't know why I did it but it was most probably due to my sly nature and just to witness Jace's reaction.

I smiled in a way I hoped was seducive enough and placed my hands on his chest, then ran my hands through his abs. And boy, it was huge. Jace shivered under my touch and glanced at me as if trying to figure out what I was doing.

Am I not obvious enough?

I smiled again and murmured, "Oh, the temptation..."

By the time I finished mumbling, Jace's eyebrows were already way up his dark hair.

I made him wait.

Then I brought my hands to slap him across the face.

His horror-stricken expression was enough to make me howl with laughter. Oh boy, did he seriously think I was going to bang him?

It was Jace's turn to roll his eyes playfully. My laughter might have been contagious as he started laughing along with me after glancing at my expression.

"Oh Kit Kat, you're going to pay." He leaned towards my ears and whispered. I shivered at the sound of his voice and all kinds of thoughts ran through my mind.

Oh fuck! I have a boyfriend, for God's sake!

I pushed him away when it was his turn to laugh. My mouth turned upwards against my will as an earthshaking thought flashed in my mind.

Jace and I were actually having a civilised conversation with each other!

Okay, maybe not very civilised considering the dirty jokes or actions, but we actually managed to talk like friends instead of mortal enemies. Huge achievement, huh? Maybe Jace would not tease me like he did in middle school again.

Wait what? Who was I kidding?

But still, somebody had to ruin this moment for me. This rare moment where Jace actually laughed with me instead of at me.

Who? Annabelle George.

Seriously, she was like, the replica of Regina George. Even her last name was the same, imagine that! However, to be very honest I shouldn't had been that surprised since Annabelle may indeed be the granddaughter of Regina due to their same personalities and face. They were like the barbie dolls Jace took from me to feed it to his horses in his grandparents' house. The makeup, haughty expressions and all.

Now you might be wondering why Annabelle suddenly changed from being my best friend to my ex best friend.

She changed. So fucking much.

Have you ever seen someone transform to a completely different person so fast that it was just so unbelievable? Like when that person was standing right in front of you, and you could still imagine her like last time, constant and never changing by your side? Yeah, I have. As I stared at Annabelle's approaching figure, memories of us and Ashley flashed right in front of me. Memories of us playing Truth or Dare by the beach, with our other friends. Memories of us doing makeovers at Annabelle's house. More memories of them comforting me when Jace and his friends teased me about my shape. They were great friends, I had to admit.

But what had happened to us in the end?

I wanted to force those memories down the drain, but it just kept appearing in my mind. Images of Annabelle and Ashley telling me to keep up with them, and dress up for high school. I could still remember the day Annabelle told the two of us that she wanted to be "cool" in high school, and Ashley had started screaming and agreeing immediately, and from that moment, I knew that everything would be different, and that we would no longer be the best of friends.

As I wasn't the type that loved to be popular and whatever shit, I declined, of course. I mean, I don't feel the need to be so plastic like a Barbie doll. Everything was just so movie material, like my life. Except that I was the so called loser.

I was smart enough to know that the similar stuff that happened in Mean Girls would start from then on.

For the similar stuff, I was referring to all those humiliation. But it would obviously be way worse.

Now my thoughts were just proven true as my ex best friend stalked up to Jace and I, sneering at me but smiling oh-so-seducively at Jace. Rage boiled inside me and I clenched my fist to stop myself from slapping that stupid fake grin on her plastic face.

Oh God, why must every single day of my life involve her? She's worse than Jace, so much worse. Where Jace's intentions were simple which was to tease me playfully and see my meltdowns, Annabelle's were much worse. She was really manipulative, let me tell you about it.

Ever since high school, Annabelle and her minions that included a dumb Ashley were always targeting me, finding every opportunity to snigger at me and embarrass me. Filming my torture for the whole school to see? Check. Ruining my outfit by whatever wicked ways she could think of? Check. Burning my assignments I spent seven hours working on? Check.

Almost every single good thing in my life were ruined by her. When I entered high school as a freshman, my brother had been a senior. A very popular senior.

With his perfect features, he was one of those guys every girl dreamt to be with. Annabelle had tried hitting on him shamelessly - Knowing that he was my brother.

At first when I realised that, I almost pounced on her if not for my brother and Christina holding me back - Christina whispering soothing words to me and my brother, well, just being my brother. He promised me that he would buy me Kit Kats and rent us a movie for the night so we could watch it together.

Yeah, my brother was really selfless. He had a party after his football game, yet he was willing to stay at home with me just so I would not cause trouble by being protective over him.

Everyone knew that when my overprotective sister mode was on, I would be really wild.

But Annabelle had to push me to my breaking point. She insulted me over and over again while I was taking in really deep breaths to control myself. Eventually, I could not take it anymore and managed to get free of Brother and Christina's grasp. I slapped her at least three times and she pretended to throw a fit, nearly landing me a week of detention if not, again, for my brother.

So now, as Annabelle started to converse with Jace in a sickening voice that she once used on my brother, I had to fight the same urge to strangle her.

Why? She reminded me of my brother, and her fake personality just made me want to gag.

So I pretended to gag.

Immediately, two pairs of eyes turned to me - One pair of blue ones that glared at me with so much hatred that I couldn't help but flinch and the other pair of twinkling green ones which carried a glint of gratitude.

"Do you have a problem now, Buck Teeth?" Annabelle sneered at me. Blinking at the amount of venom in her words, I retorted, "No shit Sherlock, you're obviously trying to get into Jace's pants in front of me and that's disgusting!"

Uh oh. I shouldn't have said that.

Annabelle leaned towards me, making me back off and collide with a wall. Smugly, she whispered,"You better not ruin anything for me, Buck Teeth. After all, you know the consequences, right? And this time, your stupid brother would not be here to protect his little sister."

Her words hit me like a brick.

Very hard.

Tears gathered in my eyes as she reminded me of my brother, again. I closed my eyelids and inhaled deep breaths to stop myself from crying.

I heard someone approach us but did not bother checking who it was. Probably one of her minions.

"She has me you idiot."

My eyes fluttered open in surprise. Jace had his arm around me, and he was clenching and unclenching his jaw repeatedly. Leaning towards Annabelle, his eyes flashed dangerously as he stood his ground with his posture tense like he was testing if Annabelle dared to talk back.

Annabelle shrank back at his harsh tone. Jace released his firm grip on me after she finally conceded and stalked away angrily.

Double wow. Did Jace actually help me?

"Don't let them bitches affect you, okay? They're just jealous because they're not as beautiful as you." Jace said softly.

My heart started palpitating very wildly. He called me beautiful. Without meaning to, a smirk formed on my lips as I teased him,"You think I'm beautiful?"

"Maybe I do." It was his turn to smirk as I blushed.

"Why did you help me?" I asked him, unable to meet his intense gaze. Was Peter right in being suspicious of him liking me?

I quickly shook that thought out of my head. There was no way Jace Jenson could even have a tiny bit of crush on me.

"Hmm let's just say that I'm a kind soul and I can't stand anyone being unhappy because of bitches like her?" Jace replied as we walked to our lockers.

I snorted. "Glad that you are of my service."

"You're welcome Kit Kat." He winked at me when the bell rang.

I couldn't help but grin at his childishness. Some things just never change.

ndjdjdnxnenx was this chapter very badly done? I certainly think so! I spent around 3 days editing this chapter and this is the best I could do, I'm sorry for the quality :/