Colton Haynes As Leon Jake Anderson

Kennedy

    "So....." Clair asks as we walk into the school,"you've had a bright gleaming smile on your face all morning, what is it?"

   "Just the fact that dear Blakey-blue can't go out unless I go out," I smile at her as we enter the blue doors of the school. The cafeteria very slowly starts to fill up as more people turn up for school.

The dinner ladies serve pieces of toast and cartons of juice to those kicked out of the house early by their parents who need to work, or those who are unfortunate enough to have parents who forgot to feed them.

   "I mean you could use that to your advantage in another way," she shrugs her shoulders. "If you were to actually to go to parties and stuff it means he would owe you," Clair smiles as we walk toward her locker, numerous whispers being spread as we walk the corridor.

   "I guess if I needed the money?" I smile, elbowing her gently. "I'm just kidding and you know that," I respond.

"It's a better opinion than prostitution," Clair bluntly states as I choke on my own saliva. We both burst out laughing together and multiple people look at us with curiosity as we walk out of the cafeteria and into the corridors filled with blue lockers.

We reach Clair's locker, and when she opens it a white letter falls out. She looks at me with just as much confusion and slowly leans down to pick it up.

"Looks like someone's crushing on you" I laugh, and she gently pushes my shoulder as her cheeks flush pink.

"They must've gotten the wrong locker," she sadly smiles without even opening it. I watch as she heads over to the trashcan, and before she can throw it in I jump in front of her and snatch it.

Clair then throws her hands by her side and tilts her head slightly, her curly hair making her all the cuter.

"Either I open it and read it to you," I threaten, a smirk appearing over my face, "or you take this and give it a chance." I say as I hand the letter towards her.

"Your choice."

"Read it," Clair smiles grabbing her jotters from her locker, "but if something in there is meant to hurt me I want you to stop reading immediately and throw it in the bin."

"Deal," I smile, ripping it open as we walk back to the cafeteria. Sitting down at our table with excited grins on our faces, I quickly skinned over it before starting.

"Dear Clair," I begin, smiling as the letter was indeed meant for her. "You doth not known me very well nor very long," I begin, my heart beating with excitement with where this could go.

"My heart beats a thousand beats when I hath seen you, every second a yearning to be worthy of your presence." I stop, amazed by what I'm reading. I look up at Clair - her face completely red. I couldn't tell if it was because they knew she liked Shakespeare, or because half of it was inaccurate.

"Thy beauty cannot be defined by that of the reddest of roses, thy kindness warmest than the summers rise." As I read, I briefly see Clair's lips tug into a smile.

"Who could refrain, that had a heart to love, and in that heart, courage to make love known?" I finish, handing the letter over to Clair with a smile on my face, saddened there's no name.

"Macbeth..." She mumbles under her breath.

"Told you someone was crushing on you," I laugh,"who do you think it is?"

She stares at me for a second, bringing her hand up to her cheek and placing it there.
"It's totally Jordan James isn't it?" She giggles, her faces lighting up and her smile widening.

"Oh my gosh!" I almost scream, "you like him too!"

"Umm...no, no I don't," she tries to hide, pulling both hands up to her face. "Well, maybe I find him a little cute....or a lot." She laughs to herself.

"And you just decided not to tell me?" I sigh, grinning at her, "oh I'm totally gonna tell him."

Her expression drops.

"Kennedy, don't you dare or I will kidnap you from your house at night and force you to dig your own grave," she narrows her eyes at me, before sticking her tongue out like a child.

"So you're telling me, that you plan on not telling Jordan that you're totally crushing on him, make awkward glances throughout the entire year, finally work up the courage maybe a week before we graduate to tell him how you feel, he acts surprised because you totally blew him off right now. You then date for a month or so before realising you're going to university, and you break up because long-distance won't work and you regret not getting more time and telling him at this moment that you like him too." I finish. Over the years i'd watched one too many movies.

"Did you miss out any details there Ken?" She raises an eyebrow at me, "besides it's not like he knows me, so what if he only likes what he sees?"

I facepalm her. Yes, her.

"What are the chances that he's going to be at Connors party?" I ask her, but as I glance behind her, I make awkward eye contact with LJ Anderson.

   He stands against the wall, leaning back on it slightly with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed. He's staring back at me too. Prick.

   "W-What is it?" Clair asks me, about to briefly turn but I grab her arm gently.
"Leon Anderson, my twelve o'clock and he isn't backing down," I bring my hand to my face, narrowing my eyes at him.

   "Is he stupid? Why's he trying to pick a fight with you?" Clair almost laughs, the temptation in her eyes showing that she also wants to turn around.

   "I don't know but I'm not backing down."

   I then glare at him harder, which earns me a smirk from him across the cafeteria.

    "I have no idea," I answer honestly, "but I think you should go to Connors party, speak to him and get to know him a little better."

   "You mean, by myself?" Clair says with pure disgust. I laugh, but I'm still unable to look at her as LJ and I haven't broken eye contact.

   "Ken, I'm not going if you don't, and if you don't go then Blake can't go, and if Blake can't go he'll hate you." She smirks in the corner of my eye.

   I can't help but laugh.

   "You're a real sly bitch you know that," I shake my head, my patience being tested as I want to win this little showdown LJs having with me.

   "I'm done with this," I state as I stand up and make my way over to him, refusing to break eye contact as anyone in my way better move or be trampled on.

    I walk straight up to him, where he refuses to change his laid back posture.

     "You got a bone to pick asshole?" I raise my eyebrows at him as he stands up straight, thinking it will make me submit to him as he's easily 6 inches taller than me.

    "Nope," he smiles, his straight white teeth grinning at me. It only makes me hate him more.

  "But I don't remember you from freshman," he tilts his head, "were you at this school?"

   "What do you care?" I bark back to him, standing up straight to show i'm not intimidated, even once he takes a step forward with almost no space separating us.

  We still haven't broke eye contact.

   "Because I'd remember someone with an attitude like yours," he stops to look me up and down, and once he brings his eyes back up to mine where he's greeted with my hand slapping him.

   The force of the slap catches the attention of most people in the cafeteria as LJs head is forced to the side, he turns his face back to me and gently smiles as if nothing happened, even though I can clearly see a red handprint on his face.

   "You." He simply smiles, "I'd remember that slap anywhere."

   "Unbelievable," I shake my head as I walk away, the bell ringing to send us to class.

   "So I'll see you Saturday?" He shouts to me as I walk away. I stop and turn around to him red with anger.

  "You wish, come near me again and it won't be a slap that you get," I warn as he slouches against the wall while people begin to head to class.

   "Is that a challenge?" He tempts me, I don't respond, and walk away with my head held as high as I could hold it.

  Yes. I tell myself. Yes it is.