~Skylar’s POV~

“You realize you might get hell for that, right?!” Akuma was still yelling at me after I told him what happened and made him swore not to tell anyone. Not even Hanna.

“Probably.”

It was the Friday of the dance and I haven’t caught sight of Xander since then. Oh well. Most likely he was avoiding me. Maybe from embarrassment, maybe from lust. Heh, who knew?

“You’re hopeless. And asking for it. You going to the dance tonight?” He asked and I shrugged.

“You’re girlfriend’s making us all go.” I huffed, scratching the back of my head. My arm had healed but there was a scar there now and I hated it. Sure, I found scars a turn on, but seriously, scars on me annoyed the fuck out of me.

Today I wore a pair of black skinny jeans-like usual-with a teal Volcom buckle belt, red and black DC shoes, a red Black Ops shirt, a black vest and I had red contacts in. my hair had been died so there was a few white streaks and-because I had freaking sharp canine teeth that I loved-I looked like a freaking demon.

“Do you guys even have dates?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow and I sighed.

“Ryan is going with some chick and Jack and Drake are going together.” I sighed. Oh, I forgot to mention Jack and Drake are gay, didn’t I? Oops. Ryan was straight while Akuma and Hanna were bi like me. Poor Ryan. I think we’ve all liked him at one point.

But he was so cute! He was like a little puppy!

“Skylar!” I jumped as Akuma hit me and I looked up at him innocently.

“Sorry, what?”

“Dammit man, pay attention! Did you get everything together?” Akuma sighed and I nodded.

“Yeah, even the light up floor. That mat was seriously heavy.” I grimaced, frowning. Yeah, I had arranged for the light up dance floor because I was that awesome.

“I tried to let them have it at our club but no. It had to be somewhere where the teachers could keep an eye on us.” I grumbled, scowling. Yeah, my parents also had an Under 21 club on Main Street.

“That sucks. Did you get the graphics for the floor installed at least?” He questioned and I yelped. We were at our lockers by this point and I was stuffing my backpack in it.

“Shit! Do I have the….phew.” I pulled out the memory stick, slumping my head down then bolted up, slamming my locker and dashed off.

“I gotta install this!” I yelled and he chuckled as I rounded the corner. Damn was I glad I was fast. Akuma had tried to get me to join track but I refused. I didn’t want any more attention then what my outfits and money brought.

I realized I’d hafta cut through the senior hall. “Shit.” I groaned, trailing to a stop and walking quickly through the hall as people stared at me. I let out a relieved sigh as I made it into the gym and paused, squeaking as I saw some of the seniors from the football team. They were staring at me. I realized one of them was Xander and the other Jason-two of the most popular people at school.

“What do you want, queer?” Yeah, Jason was a homophobe.

“You have a date for the dance?” I questioned him and he looked beyond confused before glaring at me.

“Of course. If you’re going to ask me out then-“

“Ew! Sorry man, but you’re far from my type. Anyway, I was going to say: Since you do, shut the fuck up, leave me alone and let me get the fucking equipment up or I swear I’ll make it electrify you to a crisp.” I spat and he looked shocked. They all did. Yeah, I wasn’t in a good mood right now. People from the planning committee were like little annoying flies and they have been buzzing down my back for the past few days.

I stalked past them, muttering to myself and kicked the mat open some so I could see it and started up the laptop on the cart, turning it on and waited for a moment, taking deep breaths. Dammit, I should have done this last night. But no, I just had to go over to Akuma’s and kill everyone on Black Ops. Dammit.

“Look, you little fag, I’m not one to be messed with and-“ Jason was staying but cut off as I glared at him.

“You ever play Black Ops? I have. I helped create the weapons on that game along with the maps. And if you don’t shut up soon, the next game I help on will have someone styled after you and he will get tortured and then blown up by a rocket launcher. Or I could do that to you. Because, I actually do have a rocket launcher at home that I could use on your ass.” I was growling out words now and finally the laptop turned on and I glared at it instead. “Fucking peace of shit, I knew I should have fixed you earlier. Dammit, so fucking slow.”

I put the memory stick in, downloading all the graphics I had worked out for each song. I sighed as it loaded successfully. Damn, being stressed and pissed sure made you tired. “Alright then….let’s see here.” I murmured, turning on the music selection. Yeah, we were also in charge of the sound system and there were speakers everywhere.

Remembering Sunday by All Time Low came on and I walked over to the mat, unrolling it some more and watched as the music video appeared on it and I unrolled it further, nodding to myself.

“Computer, Track Seven, Over right control three two one seven eight four, music video, play.” I ordered.

“Playing Poppin’ Champagne by All Time Low, music video, high definition.” It replied in a mechanical voice and the music video popped up after a second of being black.

“Good. Alright Computer, turn off video mat, check system, upgrade mistakes, shut off after orders completed.” I ordered.

“Yes sir.” It replied then the mat turned black. I rolled it back up, heading over to the computer and nodded, sinking to the floor beside it against the wall and let out a sigh, rubbing my eyes. I had bags under them, which I was sure off.

“Nerd, what the fuck was that?” I jumped, looking up to find the entire football team staring at me.

“Aw fuck,” I grumbled, hitting my head against the wall and mumbling to myself, “You and your zoning out to other people, Skylar. Haven’t you learned after you almost killed somebody? Dammit. Heh, at least the bullet missed him.”

“What?!”

“Oops.” I looked back at them then sighed, smacking myself against the head. I need to stop doing that.

“Don’t sound so freaked out. It was just a simple testing exercise accident. I was testing the AK47, he was adjusting the target. I was eleven.” I shrugged, pulling myself up off the ground and taking a milk can out of my belt pocket. Yes, I had made several belts with pockets.

“How is an eleven year old having a gun legal?!”

“You’d be surprised what’s legal for me,” I chuckled then scowled, “Yet my parents won’t trust me with a car. It was just an accident. Shit, I need to stop doing that.” I looked at them then smiled, waving them away as the computer shut off and I took the memory stick out.

“Sorry boys, I’m stressed out. Sexual tension, girls breathing down my neck and playing Black Ops every night for the past week does it to ya. Though, who could defeat me in that game?” I chuckled, biting into a Strawberry chocolate bar. They looked at it in confusion but I just shrugged, sipping at the milk and turned away after picking up the computer.

I headed for the door but paused, turning to them with narrowed eyes that made them freeze. “Oh, and boys, if you so much as touch that equipment, I will sue your asses so much you’ll be my personal servants to pay for it. I have surveillance equipment hidden and everything so I’m recording every move you make.”

I think a few of them shivered before I stepped out into the hallway with a Pocky stick in my mouth.

~Xander’s POV~

“What the hell?” Chad asked as the door to the gym closed behind Skylar. He looked scary. I mean, I freaking shivered when he glared at us with that last comment! Who knew that a junior could scare me? Certainly not myself, and apparently not any of the others by the looks of it. I looked around and it confirmed my thoughts. Several others were looking around, trying to find cameras and a few were just staring at the door still. Damn. Jason looked totally freaked out. He looked like that since the rocket launcher comment.

“Jason, man, you okay?” I asked and he looked at me, shaking his head and I sighed.

“Um, do you maybe think that-” he paused, licking his lips “-that kid is BloodEye?”

“You mean from Black Ops? You’re kidding, right?” I scoffed while the team slowly all turned their attention to him. Yeah, we all played online. And we all got our asses kicked by DeathReaper and BloodEye.

“Well, he had red eyes. Plus, he created the weapons and maps. He knows everything about it probably. Did you see the bags under his eyes? They were huge.”

I frowned at him and sighed, shaking my head. “Maybe. He definitely has the equipment. Did you see that mat? And the computer talking to him? I mean, seriously, who has one of those?” I frowned, remembering the look in his eyes. He looked dead tired when he was talking to it. Sounded like it too. Like he was about to fall asleep standing up.

“Guys, let’s go. Before coach catches us just sitting here.” Eric suggested, eyeing the door to the locker room and we nodded, skirting the equipment without thinking. I think everyone was a little scared of the little dude. I’ll admit, I kinda was.

This was the first time I had stayed in the same place since I seen him. Any other time I would turn the other way. I still thought about what he did in the locker room to me. I wasn’t gay, I was sure of that, but how come I kept thinking about the incident? Because he thought I was cute? Because he sounded like he was mocking me? What was it?!

Dammit.

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Authors Note

….I don’t like this chapter. I was slightly angry and bam….hm. Oh well. Maybe I have sexual tension o.O Pft….well….no. Anyway, I’ll see if I can upload another chapter soon. Bye! Oh, and the cute picture on the side is just so adorable :3 the one kissing the other one would be Skylar since he's more bold and the smiling one would be Xander. Anyway, peace!