John Pov
I grabbed my jacket and headed downstairs. "Mornin' John." My dad said without looking up for his newspaper.

"Mornin' pop."
I replied.

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. I rolled up my sleeves and kept walking. Why is it so fucking hot all the time?

I did my weird speed walk jog and looked into the sea of traffic as I waited for the cross walk. Then my eyes caught the Modern Day Jason Dean.

We made short eye contact and he smirked, flipping me off. I glared at him as he sped by when the light changed.

I angrily walked in the cross walk thinking about how I should've flipped him off or catcalled at him or something. I gripped my backpack and continued walking.

~•~•~•~

Once I arrived at school, I looked all over for that asshole. As much as I hate to say it, I'm quite easily provoked and I'm not going to hesitate to fight this bitch.

Once my eyes landed on him, I made a decision. Not the best decision, granted, but I'm a reckless fucking idiot and I know it.

I saw the little shit smoking by the gates all lonely and shit.

I approached him and asked, "Why the fuck do you hate me?"

He took his cig out of his mouth and dropped it on the ground, crushing it.

"I never said I hated you," He hummed, a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah, you didn't have to. You showed with actions rather then words." I hissed.

"Calm down tall ass."
He muttered.

"Tall ass? I'm not even that tall."
I shot at him.

He shrugged.

"And what's with the trench coat, honestly? Are you a secret druggie or something?" I asked.

He shrugged again.

"And why the fuck do you have a tattoo? In high school?" I hissed.

"The things I do ain't your concern." He said, raising a brow.

"Oh, fuck you."
I hissed.

I won't lie, up close he's pretty damn hot. But the hair kinda reminds me of Samuel Seabury and that's one hella of a turn off.

"Here," He muttered, handing me a cig and lighter.

"Just fucking relax and get off my back, Alright?" He asked.

"I'm not smoking your cig." I muttered. "Then why ain't you handin' it back?" He hummed, walking off.

I groaned and put the cig in my mouth, lighting it then going after him.

I grabbed his shoulder and practically ripped him around so he was facing me.

"Nice cig you got there, where'd you get it?" He mocked.

Next thing I knew, my fist was on his face.

He stumbled back, grabbing his jaw. Alex glared at me then pulled out a switchblade.

"Oh shit," 
I breathed, backing away.

A few people started looking our way. He lunged at me and I pushed around him. For Jason Deans brother, he is not he best at fighting.

He turned around and grabbed my head, slamming it into his knee.

I take what I said about his shit fighting back.

People started to form a messy circle around us, shouting various things. He grabbed my arm and put my back to his.

He held out his knife, jabbing at people who got close.

"Follow my lead,"
He whispered, intertwining our fingers and running from the crowd.

Once we got away he pushed me against the gate and growled,
"Now I hate you."

"Maybe if you weren't a total douche then I wouldn't have hit you." I said, smirking as I saw a bruise start to form on his jaw.

"Damn you're a straight up bitch."
He muttered.

"John!" Peggy exclaimed, running towards us.

"Well isn't this just fabulous."
Alex groaned as Peggy approached.

"Alex! What are you doing here?" Peggy asked.

"This tall ass thought it was a nice idea to-"

"Make friends! We are friends now. The best of friends." I said, cutting him off.

"No, we-"
"Are super close now. Mhm. Best friends." I said.

Alex glared at me, looking a little confused but angry nevertheless.

"Oh! Well then..
I'll leave you to it,"
She hummed, walking to the gate.

"What the fuck was that little stunt?" Alex hissed.

"Dunno. Felt like it was my duty and right to piss you off in front of my friend." I said, leaning against the gate.

"I want to fucking kill myself," Alex muttered, walking into the parking lot and to his motorcycle.

Is he going to ditch class?

"Wait!" I called, running to catch up with him.

"Why? What did I do to deserve this? Why has God forsaken me like this?" Alex groaned.

"Yeah, yeah. Real funny. Let me come with you." I said.

"No."
He said on instinct.

"Too bad bitch, make room for me on your fucking motorcycle." I said, walking with him.

"It's people like you that make me want to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge."
He muttered.

"Oh how nice."
I replied.

He got on his motorcycle and started to leave without me.

"Hey! Wait!"
I called as he rode off.

He put his middle finger up and rode away. That fucking bitch.