"He really did that to you?!" Wendy exclaimed, shocked after I told her what happened yesterday. "What a dick!"

I only nod with a sad expression on my face. I was still really hurt, and I just wanted to cry again. I was finally warming up to Owen and he fucked it all up.

"I'm really sorry Connor. You didn't deserve any of that." Wendy says, giving me a tight hug.

I hug her back tightly before continuing to walk. We then walk past Hayes, Owen, and the other boys and I overhear their conversation.

"Ya, and he was begging me to give him a blowjob!" I hear Owen say, and my fists clench up.

"Well, look at the thirsty little princess!" One of the boys say, pointing me out to the group. I don't bother to walk away this time. I had my own idea and I just didn't give one fuck.

"Go on without me Wendy, I'll be ok. " I whisper to the girl. She nods and gives me a hug before walking off. I then turn around and give Owen a glare.

"You fucking prick!" I yell before decking Owen square in the face. He immediately falls to the ground and groans. The whole group, even Hayes, backed away.

"You dick!" Owen yells back. He then hops back up and punches back. Soon, we're fighting like animals and everyone was watching.

I was about to punch him again until two security guards seperate us. We were both still trying to fight each other as we were dragged to the principal's office.

Mr. Gregory, the principal, glared at us. I could tell he wasn't happy, but neither was I. He never stopped when I was getting my ass kicked, and now that we fought it's a problem.

"As punishment," He starts after giving us a long lecture. "I called both your parents and they both agreed that you two will be spending everyday together until you get along." He explains.

"What?!" Owen and I both exclaim.

"Yep, now go! Both of you will be sent home for today." He says and we're taken outside.

My mom is parked and I am angry knowing this jerk will be in my house. We both hop in and my mom is so happy to see Owen. They talk and talk until we get home.

Great. I think. It'll take years to get along with him!

We hop out and drag ourselves inside. My dad was passed out in his recliner, as usual, with a empty beer can falling from his hand. My mom immediately ran to the kitchen and started making dinner.

"C'mon. " I mumble, leading the jerk to my room.

"Wow, I expected more rainbow. " I hear Owen whisper to himself.

Scratch that, not years, not even centuries. It will take eternity for us to get along!