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Blondie's face was priceless when a large, pale hand reached out and grasped her forearm before she could slap me in the face. She looked up at the persons face and there was a flicker of fear in her eyes.

"Thanks for holding her for me," I said, without looking at who had restrained her. Before I could cease my own opportunity to hit the bitch in the face, a tanned hand reached out and grabbed me in the same swift fashion as the pale guy who held Barbie. As our skin came in contact, a massive shock shot straight down my arm, right to my toes, stunning me.

"School hasn't even started and you've already got people screaming for you to get in a mud pool with a bikini on and fight another girl," a deep, smooth voice whispered in my ear. "And to think I thought you were a good girl," they added mockingly.

Furious, I cringed my neck up to see a familiar set of Caribbean blue eyes.

For a moment--a moment, I was in utter awe. I knew that I was looking at Sin, he had the same eyes and perfectly shaped jaw line, but never--not in a million years, could I have imagined him actually having brown hair and wearing a black leather jacket.

Damn, did he look good.

Turning away for a moment, I wiped drool from my mouth and put on my best scowl towards Barbie, who was standing next to a tall, fair-skinned guy with hair that was so blonde it was almost white, and who was a little smaller than Sin (who is a terrible comparison because I was convinced Sin was a homosexual steroid addict, so nobody could meet his size). The boy wore a maroon polo shirt and slacks, and stared at me with such an intense look that I couldn't quite place, what was definitely making me uncomfortable.

At his side, Barbie flipped me off with a smug little look.

My adrenalin had already been kicking in, now I felt my heart pounding against my breast bone, roaring to escape. Sin pressed a hand on my stomach, holding me back firmly. Laughing at the absurdity of Sin, the guy had pretended to be my boyfriend so we could fool a cop, playing "Boyfriend" and again and practically giving me little to no breathing room, made my start to feel caged.

"Step away from me or I'll knock your teeth out," I hissed under my breath.

He leaned real close to me, then, so that when he spoke his mouth brushed against my ear. "Our school has a no fighting policy. Feel free to thank me later. And wear those shorts you were wearing two weeks ago when you do."

"I'm going to kill you slowly, you blonde haired, perverted psychopath! It doesn't surprise me that you're stalking me!" If it was possible to yell while whispering, I was pulling it off quite nicely, if I do say so myself.

"Natural brunette. After you called me gay, I stripped the color. Now you can't say that anymore," he said, motioning to his dark hair with a bit of sideways smirk. "And psychopath? You're the one that punched a stranger in the face who was just complimenting you. Stalking, no. I'm just going to school like everyone else. I'm too nice to let someone make a fool of themselves like you almost did."

"You? Nice? Please. I saw what you left in my kitchen," I told him, my voice barely audible. "Do you know how much my father worshiped that kitchen counter? You're lucky I'm good at making up excuses or else he would have had your pretty little face on the grill and made a nice S.L.T sandwich. Sin, lettuce, and tomato."

"What?"

"Should I start calling you Wolverine, or are you going to explain what the heck kind of magic trick you freaking put claw marks in it? Tell me, when's the next full moon, doggy?"

Oh, did that little smirk of his fall quickly.

The bell for class to begin rang. All around us, people began flooding into the school. But all I could focus on was Sin's intense gaze and his hot hands that kept me captive in his arms. He looked over my shoulder, then, and I followed his eyes towards Barbie and the boy that appeared to be scorning her.

"What? Is he a vampire? Arch nemesis? Is he going to bite my head off or try and seduce me? Should I take my panties off now? Hey, Creepy Staring Guy! I'm not anemic! Take as much as you want, babe!"

When the boys intense dark eyes lifted towards us, his tongue slid along his bottom lip and he winked at me.

I swallowed hard. "Ok, never mind. He's probably going to just skip the seducing part and just bite my neck. I whiles well go introduce myself and break the ice." I looked over my shoulder towards Creepy Staring Dude and slapped my butt. "Come and get it, Fangy!"

When I went to break from Sin's hold, I couldn't.

Sin's mouth went in a flat line. "This is just one big joke to you, isn't it?"

Suddenly, I frowned and gooseflesh pebbled along my arms. Why did he look so serious? I was only 'Yanking his chain' as my fellow teenagers say. "Well, yes. Yes it is. You see, Sinipher, I read a lot of books and watch a lot of movies--"

"Come with me before you make a bigger scene than you already have," Sin ground out between a tight jaw. Squirming in Sin's grip like a mad woman, he began dragging me into the school.

I let myself go limp, forcing him to pick me back up onto my feet.

"I'm serious, Pepper. We need to talk in private."

"What are you going to do? Lick my face to death with your grimy dog tongue!" When he swiftly avoided my knee to his groin and my head busting open his nose again, and even my attempts to claw at his wrist with my nails (which were stubs, by the way because I had nervously bit them off), I knew that I was in deep doo-doo.

This guy was right when he said he had miscalculated my ability to kick ass the first day we met, or he would have easily countered my attack.

"Let go of me! Rape! Rape! He's unclasping my bra! My underwear! My underwear! His hands are in my underwear! Someone help!"

Sin had the nerve to snicker under his breath. "You're literally the craziest girl I have ever met."

I was the crazy one?!

I was now noticing that nobody appeared to care that I was screaming and it was starting to make me panic. Was I dreaming? Yes...I had to be dreaming. And to make the dream even more bizarre, people were pressing themselves against the lockers to get out of Sin's way. Was this the freaking Red Sea being parted by a god, or where these kids utterly afraid of Sin?

Not only that, but this school was bizarre in that everyone actually went to class the first day of school and didn't just wonder around aimlessly, pretending they had no idea where they were going.

To make the whole situation even more embarrassing, Sin practically picked me up and threw me over his shoulder to get me to go with him into the boys restroom. I held onto the archway of the door with both hands as he pulled at my legs and everything.

"I just want to talk to you in private for a few minutes," Sin pressed, yanking at my legs. "You're making this much more difficult than it has to be."

It wasn't just that I didn't want to talk to that arrogant--most likely homosexual Wolverine in private, but the fact that I literally feared going into the boy's bathroom. Let me tell you something about boys. They're dirty, perverse, and they do every single thing in the bathroom that girls would never do, times fifty.

For example:

If girls have to poop, we flush the toilet many times, cough and sniff for no necessary reason, and keep rolling and unrolling the toilet paper dispenser to drown out the plops. If you even dare take a dump when another girl is in the bathroom and don't muffle the noise, prepare for some arm folding and some dirty looks when you get out of that stall.

When guys have to poop they all shake hands, enter the stalls at the same exact time, and have a full out WWIII/competition who can get the biggest splashes and fill the toilet bowl to the brim. Not to mention, when they leave, most of the time they don't wash their hands. Especially when they touch their ding dong because hey, it's ok to touch other people and things when you just touched the most private part of your body!

So yeah, I was a little afraid.

And I must have been as red as a red Sour Patch Kid when Sin finally got me to let go of the door archway, held me against him as he slammed the door shut with his foot, locked it, and I began to claw at him and grabbed at him anywhere I could in order to escape. why did I turn so red, you ask?! Well, I might have grabbed something I shouldn't haven't

Yep, you guessed it.

I grabbed his crotch.

Oh, sweet, sweet Lord, thou child has sinned in all of the right ways! Who cares if it smells like something died, came back to life, ate itself, and then died again in here, Wolverine's 100% M-A-N! My inner voice then shrieked for a solid ten seconds. Talk about a package too large for Fed-Ex. Sweet diggidy dog.

We both leaped away from each other, gasping for air at the same time. Sin tried to keep a straight face, but he looked like he was fighting the urge to burst out laughing.

"I just said that out loud," I concluded.

He scratched the back of his head. "Yeah."

"I think we just became best friends."

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