I cannot stand Calculus. It is the most irrelevant thing to ever be invented. Issac Newton can go suck a big fat one.

Just another reason why boys ain't shit.

Sure, I got decent grades in math but I hated it. I hated having to learn formulas and learn things that I would never use in life. Like when will sin, cos, and tan ever be relevant in life?

"Reagan?" A voice called out. I stopped looking at my paper and cocked my head to the right.

"What?" I respond.

He throws his hands up in defense, "Gee sorry."

"It's fine, Christian, I'm just stressed, what do you need?"

He clears his throat, "I'm throwing a party tonight, want to come?"

I furrow my eyebrows, "It's Thursday?"

He laughs, "We don't have school tomorrow. Student holiday."

"Oh," I shrug, "I'll come."

He smirks and nods, "Wear something sexy." I rolled my eyes and continued working on the never-ending math problems my teacher had assigned us.

The bell finally rings and I pack my stuff up and head to my art class. As I stop at my locker to get my sketchbook an arm is thrown over my shoulder. "Yes?" I turn to look at him.

"What's up with you and Sands?" He asks.

I raise my eyebrow at him, "What's it to you?" I don't even know what's up with him and me. Friends with benefits? Were we even friends?

He shrugs, and we begin to walk to class, "Just curious."

"Just friends." I shrug his shoulder off and walk away from him. That's going to bug me all day now. What were we doing?

I get to art class and I slam my book on the table, frustrated. Logan jumps in shock at my sudden outburst, "Sorry I didn't mean to get your panties in a twist. It was just a question."

"Fuck off Logan." I bite back. He laughs before starting a conversation with Lesly. Logan pisses me off easily. I know I'm overreacting but that question bugged me.

"Princess, you okay?" Christian whispers in my ear as he sits down.

I plastered on a fake smile, "Peachy." He can tell I don't want to talk about it and simply just nods. Thank you for minding your own business.

"Alright class listen up!" Mrs. Houser shouted across the classroom, "For today's assignment you will need a partner. You will need to create a realistic drawing of them using any media. Go."

Christian leans towards me, "Princess, want to be my partner?" I simply nod, since I don't have any other partner to work with.

"Great, so I'll take a picture of you and then you can take a picture of me and we will work with that?" I nod and turn towards him to let him take a picture. I try to keep a neutral face. "I want you to get my side, I look better this way."

I chuckle, "Whatever you say."

"Okay, ouch. And you know I'm hot baby, don't deny it."

"I didn't deny anything." I smile at him and take a picture of him.

We didn't talk for the rest of the period as we were both too intrigued with this project. I still to pen and pencil as I think Christian does the same.

At the end of the period, Mrs. Houser began to collect our artwork to grade it. Before she collects his I take a peek at it and it's stunning.

"That is beautiful," I comment. It almost looked unreal. Mine looked awful compared to his...

He turns to smile at me, "Finally realizing how beautiful you are?" I blushed and fiddled with my fingers, he peeked over at my artwork and grinned, "Damn, that is one hot stud right there."

I laughed, "Oh yeah."

I pack my stuff up and head to meet my friends for lunch. Before I make it to the cafeteria Christian stops me, "I'll see you tonight?"

I furrow my eyebrows, "Where are you going?"

"Well, someone's got to set up the party." I roll my eyes and walk into the cafeteria where my friends are intrigued with some conversation about the hot world history teacher.

"Hey, Rea. Where were you?" Samantha asks as I take a seat.

"Art class finished late. I was finishing up a project." She nods and I change the subject, "Are you guys going to Christian's party tonight?"

"He's throwing a party tonight?" Sam asks, confused.

My eyes widen, "Yeah, he asked me first period if I would come."

Sam rolls her eyes, "I'll go. Bethany?"

Bethany pouts, "I'm going to Denver with weekend with my family for the long weekend."

"Damn. I forgot about that." I comment.

The rest of the day goes by with a blur and before I know it, I'm in the car with Sam and Logan blasting to Post Malone's newest album.

I was wearing a black brami with a pair of ripped jeans. I had a pair of white vans on. I didn't feel like dressing up that much because I wasn't planning on staying long. I had to work in the morning. I should just have stayed home tonight but I told Christian I would come.

We walk into the house and my first thought is to go find a drink. I lose Sam the first ten seconds we step in the door and make my way into the kitchen. It was already almost midnight because according to Christian, that's when the highlight of the party started. Sam insisted we shouldn't go until then.

I grab a beer out of the cooler and pop the cap open before a voice startled me, "You came."

I turn around with a grin, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."

"That means a lot to me, princess," Christian commented as he stared me up and down.

"I have to leave soon, I have work in the morning. I just wanted to come say hi."

He pouted, "Don't leave!" He whined.

I gave him a small smile, "I have to. Animals aren't going to get help themselves."

He poked his bottom lip, "But Rea! What if you stayed here tonight?"

I bit my lip, "What time will this party be over?"

"Two?"

I sighed, "Fine, I'll stay."

He claps his hands before engulfing me in a hug. "Baby, I promise you won't regret it. Now come on, let's go smoke a little." I follow him outside to a secluded area where only a few people are seated. We sit down on a couch and he pulls a blunt out from behind his ear.

I roll my eyes as I watch him light it and take a hit. "Christian shouldn't you be, I don't know, partying?" I ask as I take the blunt from his hand and take a hit from it myself. I inhale the smoke before blowing it into the air waiting for his answer.

He smirks and turns towards me, "You're the life of the party."

"Cheesy." I laugh.

We finish smoking before heading back into the house, "I gotta pee." I comment.

He nods and leads me to the bathroom. Well, I thought he was at least. He walks by the hallway bathroom and leads me into his bedroom which was off-limits to the party. "Why'd you come in here?" I ask.

He shrugs, "Someone probably barfed in there or something. This is clean." I roll my eyes before heading into the bathroom. When I'm done I look in the mirror to see that my eyes are red from the weed.

I walk out of the bathroom to find Christian lying on his bed. "Hey, handsome." He sits up and smirks before patting the side of the bed next to him. I happily hop on it and lay next to him.

After a second, he lifts me and sets me on top of his lap. I cock my eyebrow at him and he chuckles. I curiously ask, "Have you ever wanted to fuck around high?"

A mischievous smirk forms on his lips, "Fuck yeah." I smiled down at him before he pulled me down and kissed him.

My mind wandered back to last week when we were in his room fooling around. I could feel myself blush at the memory of giving him a blowjob. Man, I don't think I've ever heard a man moan so loud.

Just the thought of that turned me on. Suddenly he breaks the kiss and throws me off him. I gasp at the sudden impact, and he heads towards the door.

The fuck?

"Stay here. I'm going to tell everyone to get the fuck out." He orders me.

Should I be mad or glad he did that?

I climb out of bed and walk over to the mirror that is seated on his desk. I sit down and stare at it. Holy shit. My pupil is changing sizes. I stare intensely at it and watch it grow bigger then less and it gets smaller. This is so fascinating.

His cough takes me out of the trance I was in, "Princess, you good?"

I laugh, "Yeah! My pupil changes size. It's so weird!" He chuckles before flashing me a smile. I repeat a smile! I get out of the chair and walk over towards him, "Oh my god! Did Christian just smile at me?"

He throws his head back and laughs, his smile growing bigger, "Shut it." I stick my tongue out and turn around to walk back over to the chair, but he grabs my arm and picks me up, throwing me onto the bed.

"Any last words?" He devilishly said.

I gasped, "You wouldn't." I squirm trying to get out of his grasp but he wouldn't budge.

His hand makes its way to the sides of my stomach before I shout, "I'm sorry! Please don't!"

He laughs and begins to tickle me as I scream in laughter. "Christian, I'm waving the fucking flag, stop before I kick you in the balls!" I breathlessly say.

He stops and rolls over to me and pulls me towards him, "You're so cute."

I blush not knowing how to respond, "I hate you."

"No, you love me."

Love.

What exactly was that foreign word?