Walking out of form room, I began to fumble around in my bag for my earphones and almost head butted the guy next to me once I remembered I left them at home.

Do you know the struggle of not being able to listen to the weeknd on a Monday morning?

I feel like there was a pun in there, but I'm way too tired to think.

Reaching for my phone, I started to text Jack to meet me by the refectory to grab a snack before heading to sociology. I needed brain food if I was going to be forced to sit through the lectures of sub cultures by Mr Dean.

Midway text, I stopped to look up as I heard Jack's voice. My frown deepened once I saw who he was with.

He was stood there with the sleaze almost oozing out of him. Leyla Jacons, Fiona Ryan's and Molly Moran gazed up at Jack and Satan's little helper.

The fact that I am yet to say his name hopefully makes you understand the passion I have towards hating him. He leant upon the locker, one foot crossed over the other as the other pointed towards the floor. His dark hair was thicker than I remembered, and his skin had gotten a lot more tanned putting my milky complexion to shame.

He was in a pair of dark black jeans and a black polo shirt, his silver piercing hanging around his nose, twitching now and then when he would laugh at something someone said.

Shutting my eyes for a few seconds, I made sure to collect my thoughts before strolling over as casually as possible, I would have to face him sooner or later. And with my luck it would have been sooner anyway.

The groups laughter had died down slowly upon my arrival.

Why did I feel like the elephant in the room? Hell, I felt like the whole damn zoo.

I could feel Oscars piercing eyes on me as I looked up at Jack with a sickly sweet smile.

"Refectory for a snack before class?" Jack looked between both Oscar and I, he looked like I had just told him either he had to kill either his mum or dad or the world would seize to exist.

"Um, yeah s-sure okay" he stuttered. About to drag him away from the poisoning minds, I almost tripped as Jack had gotten yanked right back. My eyes automatically going to Oscar, he held his hands up in defence with a stupid smirk on his pale lips.

Directing my eyes to the 3 airheads on the other side of Jack, I could feel my anger starting to fill my veins as I saw Molly's grubby hand on Jack's wrist.

"He's not your lap dog, he was speaking to us first" dropping my hand, I looked at her with a blank expression on my face.

She does know that Jack is only speaking to her to because he has the chance to take a dip in her pool, nothing less nothing more.

"Fine, I'll just wait until your finished your stimulating conversation. Let me guess, are you just reassuring them that you chlamydia has cleared up so your ready to get goin?" The slugs above her eyes furrowed as she tried to process my words.

As she was about to speak, satan himself thought he had a right to have an opinion.

"Still a bitch, I see" He mumbled under his breath. Directing my eyes to Oscar, I bit on the insides of my cheek to stop myself from telling him to eat my shit, I knew he would then reply with a smart remark and then I'd lunge forward and punch him in the face.

I haven't even gone to my first lesson yet, it's too early in the day to be throwing punches.

"Still an emotionless failure, I see" his smirk didn't faulted even the slightest. His back still straight and his eyes showing as much emotion as a blank piece of paper.

Feeling a tug on my shirt, I noticed how Jack was beginning to pull me away from his beloved friends.

"I'll catch up to you later" he hollered while forcefully turning me around by the shoulders.

"Oh but we were getting on so great, Jacky lad" Jacky! I call Jack Jacky, no one else.

"Later, Oscar" Not that I was facing him, but I could sense the aggravation on Jack's face. That one vein on his forehead that only stands up when he was angry probably looked about to burst.

"Jacky? You let him call you Jacky?! You don't even let me call you Jacky" shrugging out of his grip, I span around to look at his uninterested expression. Stopping in my tracks, he brushed past my shoulders like I was invisible to him.

"You call me it anyway, don't you?" Hearing his words being thrown over his shoulder, my automatic reaction was to scoff.

Was he seriously pissed off at me? How is that even possible?

"Are you- wait are you mad at me?" Abruptly stopping in my tracks, my hands messily tangled themselves in my hair.

As he turned around, I tried to keep a straight face while looking at him. His face was a lot paler than it was 5 seconds ago, his pink lips tightly pursed while his eyes challenged mine.

"Am I mad at you?" Slowly making steps towards me, he lunged his face into mine and let out a loud 'HA'. Flinching slightly at the surprise, I looked at him in confusion.

Shaking his head, he stalked back off towards the refectory without another word.

Standing in the middle of the hallway alone, I looked around myself to see if anyone else had just noticed that it it was just my imagination.

Did I miss something?

***

Chewing on the end of my pencil, I scratched at the back of my ear while I tried to think of a concept for my art homework. Why did I even pick art as a freaking A level? Sure I was good at it, but good might as well be shit comparing it to the other people in my class.

They were Beyoncé, I was Solange. Ya feel?

As my iPhone skipped to the next song on my track list, I let the soothing sounds of dip it low by Christina Milian fill my ears through my earphones.

This song always encourages me to do something sexy, unfortunately I have as much sex appeal as a potato, so that plan was already a disaster.

Humming to the tune, I could tell Harrison was already laughing at me, while his eyes concentrated on the words he was jotting down in his note pad.

Harrison has sat next to me since we started the art course, so he was used to me singing along to my 'shitty' songs. His words, not mine.

I nudged him with my elbow playfully, making his left hand slide across his page, and a lovely ink trail right along with it.

"Mate." He said with a small smile on his rosy lips. "Some of us like our work to actually be readable." I stopped biting down on my pencil to glare at him with my squinted eyes.

"It's cute that you think I care." I smiled bitterly.

His dark brown eyes glinted as he leaned forwards towards me. I watched as he carefully placed his pen down on his sketch pad that was brushing on my knuckles.

Our faces level with eachother, I couldn't help but match his attractive smirk.

"So you think I'm cute?" He winked. "Cause you know..-" Leaning in closer so that I could smell the tobacco on his breath, my eyes zoned in on the playful glint behind his eyes.

"I find me cute to." He broke out in a laugh as soon as I rolled my eyes and went to punch him on the arm.

He tried to get a grip of both of my wrists to stop me from doing some serious damage, because face it ladies and gentlemen, I could.

Mr Todd made sure to shut us up by threatening us with an automatic fail, all the class knew they were empty threats, so it never really stopped any of us.

My attention turned back to the blank piece of paper in front of me, making my small smile vanish in no time.

Scanning around the room, everyone was either noting down what they wanted to do, actually starting the project, or even analysing it.

I hadn't even wrote the title yet.

Raising my hand, I asked if I could go to the toilet. In reality I just wanted to get out of the stuffy classroom for a bit, I'd probably just sit in the stalls playing the Kim kardashian game for 20 minutes or so.

"Just hurry up Jourdan." He snapped after raising his head from out of the box of pastels he was trying to sort out.

Mumbling under my breath with a mock salute , I exited the classroom and jumped up to click my heels both together.

Jack was in History so there was no point in texting him, he literally loved that class so much I don't even know why.

His passion for history is unexplainable, he once told me it's the fact that it's a part of us, it has moulded our future and futures after that, it was part of his life.

There was more, but I forgot. I think I was in the middle of watching supernatural.

Dragging my feet down the halls, I stopped abruptly as I saw Oscar waltzing out of the boys toilets while struggling to zip up his jeans. A proud smirk was plastered on his face as he looked towards the tiled floor.

What he do? Finally not miss and piss all over the urinal?

That's when Cara Haywood sauntered out moments after, wiping the corners of her mouth and adjusting her button up blouse.

Well well well.

They didn't even exchange words before parting their ways, he just shot her a sly wink as she licked her glossed up lips.

Was that secret code for something?

My thoughts had stopped my feet from turning around and getting the hell out of here, so I was stuck staring at the two with a look of pure disgust.

As he got his jammed zipper finally all the way up, his grin had vanished once he raised his head and his icy eyes laid onto mine.

My senses finally kicked in, and my frozen expression relaxed.

"What're you gawking at prissy?" Rolling my eyes, I smoothly crossed my arms over my chest and leant on my hip.

"I was gawking at the fact that the school even accepted someone who thinks getting blowjobs in the toilets is part of the curriculum." he didn't even crack half a smile, he just brushed off the comment like he did that girl.

"Don't act like you don't wish it was you" he shoved his hands in the back pockets of his jeans as I looked him up and down in amazement.

Was he mentally deficient? Not even I was that good of an actor. Mother loving Samuel L Jackson isn't even that good of an actor.

"Yes, because my dream in life is to suck you off in the lads toilets?" Scoffing in his face, he looked down at me with the same look he loves to look at me with.

I call it the 'erk'

Evil smirking Jerk, that's what he looks like when he does it.

"Even I have standards, snowflake" forcing myself to not swing on him, i was surprised I didn't draw blood by the way I was biting my tongue.

"Says the guy that once had sex behind McDonalds" I almost laughed while walking past him. I saw how the anger inside of him was now making a show on his face.

With my back still turned towards him as I walked on, I almost stopped to run back and kick him in his throat at his words.

"And yet I still wouldn't pull a pig like you" his sadistic cackle grew silent as I continued to walk further away from him.

The jerk needs knocking down a peg or 2, and I'll make sure of it that it happens one way or another.