"Luca.." I gulped.

Overlooking him, I felt extremely inferior. He was Versace I was Walmart, you get my drift?

"Chick that threw up in my shoes" He said with a hint of annoyance.

Great, he didn't even know my name.

"So you go to this school now? What are you new?" He asked once I had dared to look him straight in the eyes.

He didn't even know we went to the same school as each other, even greater!

"Or are you just stalking me, hm?" Smirking down at me, I started to understand why everyone dislikes the bastard so much.

"I have to be somewhere" I snapped maybe in too much of a hurry. Trying to pass him, he stepped to the side to block my way.

"What, so you're not gonna apologise for puking over me the other night?" He asked. Glancing around myself, I could see people start to stop and stare at the scene.

Heck, if I were them id stop and stare to. Luca Carter talking to 'that girl that's friends with Zachary Stone'? Is he out of his goddamn mind?

Trying to dodge him, he blocked my way once again...and another 5 times after that.

Who the hell did he think he was? Was he purposely trying to embarrass me?

Losing my patience, I gave his chest a hard shove after dropping my bag to the floor. "They were horrible shoes anyway! I'm sure you could buy 400 more with 'daddies money'" I snapped with a huff.

Inching towards me, I followed his movement until our bodies were centimetres apart.

"You're lucky you're a girl or else I'd-"

Scoffing, I didn't know where all this courage was coming from, but I was starting to like it ... A lot.

"Or else you'd what? Hit me?" Clenching his jaw tight, my eyes flickered down to his balled fist.

Staring him back in his eyes, the ice in them seemed to melt away. And his scowl turned into a smirk.

"What am i even doing" he muttered in a laughing tone under his breath. Dropping my glare, I looked at him suspiciously, and so did all the other people around me.

"Like I could give a fuck what an ugly loser like you thinks of me" he laughed. Everyone around us began to snicker and giggle and I couldn't help but feel hurt by his words.

Here he is slating me as if he's known me for my entire life, does he think by belittling people it makes him somewhat better than everyone?

Feeling his finger gently lift my chin, I was completely frozen from both the humiliation and his touch.

Inching his face closer to me, my inner self was telling me to punch him, kick him, for christs sakes just bite him ... Do anything.

But I didn't.

I was paralyzed.

"Now run off and go cry to daddy" he whispered. Dropping his hand with a wink, he turned away and walked away from me without faltering in his step.

Watching him disappear through the doors of the school, I felt as if everyone was expecting me to just so. Start blubbering like a child, to run off to the girls toilet and spend the next lessons in one of the stalls.

Luca had just made me lose my voice, he's not gonna make me lose my dignity as well.

"Blair?" Zachary's caring voice had interrupted me from my thoughts and snapped me back into reality.

Feeling his hand fall on my shoulder, he span me around to face his stubbly face. I had noticed that the crowd had dispersed which made me look like a freaking lunatic just standing in the middle of the school ground looking as if I had forgotten to take my meds.

"Yeah?" I said still sounding a bit dazed. Using his thumb to wipe underneath my eye, I cursed to myself in my head noticing the wet streak on my cheek.

"Why are you crying?" His voice was rugged and a tad hoarse, and his hair looked as if he had ran his fingers through it 100 times this morning. And I'm just guessing the hickey on his neck was from Crimson.

"You go out last night or something?" I asked trying to change the subject.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he drew me closer to his side as he draped his heavy arm over my shoulders.

"You're avoiding the subject." Rolling my eyes in annoyance, I tried to distance is as he began to pull me inside of the building.

"Why do you care so bad?" I mumbled under my breath. My jaw locked shut as he broke away from my contact and glared down at me with a confused look on his face.

"Are you kidding me?" He scoffed loud enough for people to turn around and stare in interest. "Blair, when have I ever not cared?"

So maybe i shouldn't have said that, but right now i was just so mad that being a bitch was my only way i was able to vent my anger without ending up in an orange jumpsuit by the end of the day.

"I dont know-" Flailing my arms in the air and dropping them back to sides of thighs, i glared up at him whilst my mind screamed at me to just shut up and stop.

"Maybe its since you had Crimson's hand permanently impaled up your ass." I blurted with a tone I didn't even know I could voice.

Stopping in his steps, his hand placed firmly on a locker and used his other hand to rub along his jaw and chin whilst avoiding my eye contact at any cost.

He had that bitter smirk on his face that I hated, it meant that whatever was going to leave his mouth would sting.

Sting like a bath of poison ivy.

Dropping his hand, I I took a sharp breath as he crouched to my height and closed the gap between us ever so slightly.

I could smell the mixture of weed and peppermint on his breath as it tickled the tip of my nose.

"Love, I wouldn't be slating the only person in this fucking school that doesn't see you as an invisible freak-" Letting go of my cheeks that I was biting from the inside to hold in my shouts, my lips parted and my eyebrows furrowed in disbelief.

"- But as you feel that way, you can fuck off and fade into the shitty background where they think you belong." His words had made my bottom lip begin to tremble, but I had way too much pride to try to hold onto to let him see that any of this was hurting me.

"Stop" I whispered in a barely audible voice.

Feeling a stray tear begin to fall, I quickly wiped it away after dropping my face to the floor.

He scoffed.

If I didn't feel patronised before, I certainly did now.

"Oh for fucks sake, why don't you just go on home and cry to daddy-" snapping my head up towards him, my hand had surprisingly collided with his cheek before he could finish off his sentence properly.

By the look of his flushed cheeks and softened eyes, I could tell he had instantly regretted everything .

"Blair I'm so sorry-" he rushed as he tried to wipe away my tears.

Backing away from go with a face of disgust, I blinked at his regret filled face before looking at the ground.

I didn't know what to do, or what to say - I just knew I wanted to get as far away as I could from him right this moment.

Ignoring his voice as he tried to follow me down the hall, the only way I could get rid of him was to lock myself in one of the stalls in the girl bathroom.

The jerk wad even had the nerve to follow me into the girls toilets.

I was sat on top of the toilets seat with my chin propped on my knees, as they were drawn close to my chest.

10 minutes had gone by and both of us were late for chemistry because:

A) I refused to move
B) He refused to give up trying to get me to speak.

"Blair, please just say something. I'm a fucking idiot for saying that shit, I'm sorry." Hearing his fist gently hit on the stall's door as he pleaded, I continued to ignore him and silently cry into my lap.

What he said was low. Even if it was in the heat of the moment.

He knew that wound was still fresh, yet he chose to pour salt on it. He used the one thing that he knew would physically and emotionally hurt me.

"I went too far, and it was unnecessary. I just got angry that- I don't know, you just think I'm some guy that hangs out with you because I feel obligated to" Slowly raising my head, I could hear his back slide against the door, and could see from the small gap underneath that he had sat on the floor.

"I'm your bestfriend Blair? I've cared for you since the day you told me I looked like a fucking fairy." He chuckled lightly towards the end.

Wiping my cheeks, I hugged at my legs and didn't even notice the small smile on my lips.

I was 5, and there was some kind of fair a local school was putting on to raise money for charity. My dad had taken me, and I remember the bundle of amounts of candy floss and doughnuts he had bought for me all in a space of an hour.

I remember the scent of cinnamon and vanilla that laced the hot air that day, it was so hot my dad nearly drank a whole bucket of water every 5 minutes.

So when he needed the toilet, neither of us were surprised. He had sat me on the bench infront of the portaloo and told me not to move.

I'm guessing Zachary's mum had told him the same as a young pale haired boy sat next to me patiently with a bag of pick & mix.

His hair wasn't completely white, but it wasn't as blond as it is now - I just know it somehow reminded me of a fairy in a book my mum had read me the night before.

"You look like a fairy" I chirped whilst swinging at my feet.

As the little boy looked up from his bag of sweets, his ocean eyes warmed along with his boyish smile.

"You look like a princess" he laughed. Looking down at my pink dress, I pouted and tilted my head both to the left and right as I tried to decide if I did or not.

"I do" I giggled. Looking back up at the fairy looking boy, I smiled widely before sticking out my small hand. "I'm Blair."

"I really am sorry." Watching his feet shuffle about until he was up straight, I made my first audible sigh once he had walked out of the toilets and shut the door firmly behind him.

This day was going from bad to worse - and I still needed to tell Mr Potter how there was no way I was going to tutor that dick shit, Luca.

• • •
It was break, and I thought that I might as well tell Mr Potter the-

I don't know whether it was good or bad news. I guess it was bad for Luca, failing psychology obviously isn't good - but not getting bludgeoned to death is amazing news for me.

Dragging my feet along to Mr Potters office, I was about to knock before I had heard a voice other than his.

He was busy.. With Luca

"Luca, if you don't get your grades up in psychology and Literature we're going to have no choice but to let you go." Mr potter said with a voice full of pity.

The news wasn't very surprising, I mean I don't understand why he should get special treatment?

"I think you're confusing me with someone who gives a fuck, Harry." I could almost feel our eyes roll at the same time, I don't understand what his problem is?

I could hear the heavy sigh of Mr Potter from out here.

"Now I've gotten a tutor for you and you're lucky as she's the only one willing to do it, but you must turn up to all of their lessons. They will report back to me every week, and if you do not attend you will get a strike-"

"Oh Harry, I love when talk so sensual." He mocked sarcastically.

"And if you receive 3 strikes, we have no other choice but to suspend you permanently. You've left us with no other options."

It was as if a lightbulb had gone off in my head. Joining this whole tutoring program thing looks good on my college application, right? And there's no way Luca's going to turn up to any of the sessions, all I need is 3 strikes and that pompous prick is outta here.

It's a win win.

Too busy plotting in my head, I almost got knocked over after all the shouting and ranting in Mr Potters office had stopped, and Luca had came storming out.

I was quite thankful he had grabbed me when he did or else I would have face planted the floor and probably cracked a tooth.

Once he realised who I was, his hands had dropped from around my waist to his sides.

"Just fucking move." He growled.

Pushing past me, my elbow had knocked into the wall behind me making me yelp quietly in pain.

It was as if I were fascinated with him by the way I watched him walk down the hall with his hood over his head and his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets until he disappeared through the car park door.

I had forgotten all about the pain in my elbow as I was frozen still whilst I stated on at the door he had slammed almost off of its hinges.

"miss Haywood?" Spinning on my heels to face Mr Potter, I beamed a smile up at him as I held my hands in each other behind my back.

"I've decided that in totally interested in the TTS program, when do I start?"

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A/N

YOO WHY YOU PLOTTING AND SCHEMING FOR BLAIR? :(

Zachary is a dick, but he's still my bae idc I still love you babe!

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