"ANNNND IIIIIIIII," Ariande screams, causing both James and I to wince and cover our ears. "WILLLL ALWAYS LOVE YOOOOOOOU!"

"Oww, God damn it. Why did I ever pick you to be my deputy?" I grumble under my breath. Between the music and her singing, you'd think she wouldn't hear me, but she somehow did.

"You know you love me!" She says, turning into the entrance of the high school. I groan, not ready to face the rest of the day ahead.

~

By ten o' clock, it started to down pour. I watch out the window of my trigonometry class, frowning. It wasn't unusual for it to be raining like this, but something about this weather made my stomach knot up.

"Eden!" My teacher snaps. "Since I know you've been paying close attention, tell us what the answer is!"

"Uh..." I swallow hard as all eyes were on me. I swear she does this on purpose because she doesn't like me. "I don't know." Which earned a few snickers from the class which in return earned them a low growl from me.

"Well next time, pay attention and then maybe you'll know the answer!" The teachers says, rolling her green eyes before continuing on with the lesson.

Twenty minutes before class was over, the door swung open and two people stepped in. One of them I recognize by the scent was Zach Trilo, the high school fuckboy. My teacher, already in a crabby mood from my answer earlier in the class, glared at him as he cleared his throat.

"Pardon me, Mrs. Williams, but we have a new kid that started today and he is in your class." Zach steps aside, revealing a shy looking boy.

At first glance, he looked like an ordinary high school senior. Tall, dark, and handsome. Most likely to be another fuckboy. However, his eyes caught my attention. They were a pretty light green with flecks of light brown and gold around the edges. He waves nervously towards the teacher, stepping inside the classroom.

"Um.. hi Mrs. Williams..." the pissed off look on Mrs. Williams face washed away and was replaced by a warm smile.

"Hello dear," the class watched the exchange. None of us were surprised as Mrs. Williams bats her eyelashes at the kid. She may be a thirty-two year old teacher, but she was known around this school for flirting and even sleeping with most of the fuckboys. "What is your name?"

"M-My name is Chase.."

"Chase...?"

" Augen" he replies, seeming a little more confident now. And completely oblivious to the teacher's flirting. Mrs. Williams smiles.

"Well Mr. Augen, you can have a seat anywhere you see an empty seat." And sure enough, out of all of the available seats in the class, he chose one next to me.

I sigh in irritation. Great, not only do I have a bad feeling something horrible is fixing to happen, but I have the next school's fuckboy sitting next to me. What else could go wrong?