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Iran amble down the crowded halls of Cols High.

The eyes of all students and teachers following both him and his brothers as they stroll down the white and blue corridors effortlessly. Everyone parted, so they now huddled up against the blue lockers that laid neatly in a row along the white walls of the school. A narrow path was set out for Iran and his brothers to walk down.

Iran held his head up high. It had become a daily routine, something you could say he was now used to. Everyone was always fascinated with the Cols; wherever they went, people always wanted to take pictures or touch them, especially the women.

Being the richest family in California, with a town named after you, didn't quite help the case, either. Quickly, the Cols accepted that they were always going to be the center of attention, and even basked in it at times.

Okay, well, all the time.

The Col brothers were handsome men with lots of luxury items, sporting the mischievous black hair and blue eyes facade. They were identical quadruplets, but each had something that set them apart from the other; Iran, the youngest, had the darkest hair of all his brothers, born exactly fifteen minutes after the third eldest; Ryan Col.

Brian, the eldest, always thought he got most of the good looks, saying, being born first, was an advantage in the looks department, for he was given everything and his brothers had the leftovers. Unfortunately, the female population always opted otherwise. Their first choice, when it came to picking their favorite, most handsomest Col brother, was always; Iran.

The last in line with his brothers, he winks at every girl passed. The same reaction repeating itself on each girl's face; surprise and flatter-ness.

Suddenly, there was a shuffle of movement. Brian stops, causing the three behind him to stop. They stood there, Brian in front, Ryan behind him and Diran and Iran on either sides of Ryan.

Something or someone was blocking the way. The Cols became furious. Everyone knew not to cross them, literally.

"What is this?" Brian spits, surprised at what he saw. For, a short girl- with honey blonde hair, stood in front of him. Her hands neatly laying across her chest in a stubborn manner.

The brothers observed the girl, taking her in, their eyes narrowing, an intense stare being casted onto the female. Her right foot was pointed out to the front of her, meaning all her weight rested on her left leg.

Iran took notice of this. She carried a floral backpack on her shoulders, and wore a simple black shirt with high-waist jeans.

"I need to get through," the girl states blankly. She silently wondered what their response would be, or at least hoped it would be positive.

A small innocent smile was slapped on her round face after the words gracefully rolled off her tongue.

The girl's facade didn't fool Brian, who grumbles a 'no' and continues to walk forward.

Daringly, the blonde stays position in the middle of the hallway, continuing to blocking the way for the Cols.

"Well you see, it wasn't really a question. Now get out of my way!" She spits back, now also beginning to strut forward.

All throughout the hallway, a series of gasps echoed off the walls, causing Iran to clear his throat, which gained everyone's attention in the corridor.

Brian held a wicked smile and a hint of amusement was clear in his ocean blue eyes. He digs his hands into his pant pockets, while his eyes raked the girl.

"Am I not clear?" The blonde asks sarcastically. She moves closer to Brian, looking up into his eyes. "Was I not?" She asks again, her soft minty breath connecting with his chiseled chin.

Iran watches closely as the girl tries her best to intimidate Brian. He was becoming fed up with the issue, so he struts forward, joining Brian and the girl.

As Iran appears next to them, the girl detaches her orbs from Brian's, her main focus now on Iran. Brian lets out a chuckle only audible to them and removes himself from the circle, letting Iran take over the situation.

The hallway became quiet again as students and teachers became rigid.

Iran Col was known to be the cruelest of all the brothers. He would do anything and everything in his power to get his way. And every time, his only reason being; he was a Col.

Iran sighs, "what's your name?" he asks, his voice calm and steady. He didn't want to scare her, allowing himself to giving her a chance to collect herself and come to her senses, seeing who she now faced.

The blonde stares at him, impatiently, her eyebrows connected, "would you just get the hell out of my way? I have a class to get to!" She was also getting fed up with the situation, clearly.

Iran leans downwards, scrunching low to match her height. "Do you know who the fuck you're talking to? Sweetheart?"

The blonde steps back, as bile rises to the tip of her tongue at the sudden cold air that grazed her skin.

Iran smirks in her face, feeling triumph, "fucking talk to me like that again and see what happens!" He threatens, fierceness ablaze within his stormy-ocean like eyes.

"Or else what, Iran? Are you going to expel me from your school? Oh, I'm so scared!" The girl taunts, waving her hands beside her head, imitating a scared person. The female gulps, trying to be fearless, even if it contradicted everything she felt on the inside.

Iran's face twisted into something of anger and disgust. The girl knew something had snapped in his mind and was proven right as he swoops her off her feet.

Not romantically of course, this swoop caused her body to fling dangerously over his shoulder. Her ribs slamming into the wide shoulder muscles he carried.

She lets out a scream of terror as her backpack flips over along with her body, hitting her in the head. The blonde's t-shirt rose a little, showing off her porcelain back. She digs her fingernails into Iran's back violently, which, to her surprise, caused him no pain whatsoever.

Iran calmly made his way over to a janitor's closet, as if he did this every day.

The girl punches and screams furiously, yelling for someone to rescue her, but, unfortunately, no one comes, knowing that if they interfered, their lives may be ruined before it even truly started.

All the teachers back away into their classrooms, turning a blind eye to the commotion. They have sat back and watch the Col brothers do whatever they wanted. It wasn't the first time, and they were sure, this would not be the last.

"Put me down!" The girl scowls, bits of her hair flying into her mouth.

Iran opens the janitor's' closet and braces himself to throw the blonde in. She lands on the tiles with a loud thump, causing her to react with an arch of the back, as pain rapidly shoots through her body.

"Eh, not so big and bad now, are you?!" The girl groans in response at Iran's mocking. She rubs her back, trying to soothe the magnificent pain that had engulfed her whole body.

Suddenly, a door slamming sounded above. The blonde rises her head a little, only to see that Iran had locked her in.

Great!   

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