A/N
This story is so fun. I like how this is turning into a daily update XD.

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Forgetting about the two guys fighting for me, totally used to it even though it only started yesterday, I chased after the steaming black tea and catch him by his elbow.

"Wait up," I huff and bend over to get my lungs back, "Why are you so calm after seeing that?"

Bitch can stride but this bitch can sprint. Athletics for four years, baby. I only took the sport because I thought I'd need it to run for my life. I was correct.

"Why are you talking to me? Who are you?" he replies coldly.

"Really? You haven't heard of me by now? I thought the whole school practically knew."

"I don't care for gossip." He glares at me. I'm so jealous of his eyebrows. Gimme gimme.

"Well, I'm J-"

"Jackie! What are those idiots doing again!" Trent shouts at me from the end of the hallway.

"What else? Fighting."

"Make them stop." He grabs the back of my neck, gripping me harshly.

"Stop that." I try to get away from him but his grip just gets tighter. "Trent." I claw at his hand.

"Let him go," black tea demands.

"And who the fuck are you?"

How did Trent get his bully status back so quickly? He had turned into a total wimp around Dave. So why is he suddenly trying to gain back his image?

"Trent Fergs, you are wanted in the principal's office now!" the intercom shouts.

What strange timing. Or it is because Trent did something.

"Ooo, busted- Ow!" Trent throws me into black tea then storms off in the opposite direction of the principal's office. "Lucky~" I grin up at black tea.

He raises his one beautiful eyebrow in confusion but doesn't let go of me.

"Jackie?"

"Jack, actually. People keep using that nickname for some reason."

"Maybe it has a different meaning to them."

"To belittle me, obviously."

"To familiarise."

"What do you think is another reaction to familiarizing, huh? Mister smarty pants."

"If you wanted to look at it that way then yes, that would be correct."

I stare at him in disbelief. I almost develop Dave's twitching vein.

"People don't like you, do they?"

"Keen observation there."

"A total jackass," I grin.

"You are the Jack in my ass."

"Actually, I think I am the bottom bitch. As displayed by those two in the bathroom that we left behind. By the way leads me back to my original question, why aren't you phased?"

"You talk a lot."

"I talk too little, I talk too much. What do you people want from me?"

"For you to shut your mouth. I don't favour bad breath."

"RUDE!" I breathe into my hand to smell my breath but it isn't bad at all. It's quite refreshing. "Your nose okay?"

"I wasn't smelling you."

"Liar much?"

He rolls his eyes. "I didn't smell that you forgot to put on your underarm nor did I smell your never washed clothes."

"Do I have a stalker?"

He sighs. "Of course I know you, Jack Huillivan. I sit behind you in history and two other classes."

"So, stalker?"

"You're always in my path."

"Is a stalker's excuse!"

"Is an annoyed factual reason. By the way, how's the essay going? Noticed you missed class." He grins falsely. When he has this expression, it makes him look like a fox because of his thin oval eyes and his straight nose. I quite like this face more than Kage or Dave's to be honest.

"It's ... done."

"Nowhere, right?"

"No," I weep pathetically.

"Come over to my place. I'll help you with it and I'll answer your questions."

"Is this an invite for the se-"

"Study partners," he talks over me.

"Okay ... partner." I wink at him.

"Please stop."

"Your heart is probably racing because your crush is coming over to your house," I start musing.

"I'm not your stalker."

"Hoping I'll lie on your bed so my scents rub into your pillow. Or maybe you're panicking that I might find your photo collection of me."

"Touch my bed and I'll kill you."

"Is that an invitation?"

"A promise."

"Well, I am suicidal so where's the harm? But let me tell you my conditions. I want a painless death so no burning me to ash or crushing me under buildings. I can't be hanged because I'll just float up. Maybe if you open a window accidently and let me float out at that moment then I'll die up in space. Theme on point."

"Please shut up," he begs.

"If you're into raping, please only do it when I'm already dead because my heart wouldn't be able to handle and it would be painful."

"I'm not going to commit necrophilia."

"So you do want to rape me? That's another one added to the 'butt must avoid gaze of."

"Jackie."

"Jack," I correct.

"If you shut up then I will address you as you want."

"... How long are we talking?"

"That's it, your name will forever be Jackie. Might as well get it changed on your birth certificate."

"Bitch!"

"Not my problem. Why do you want to die so badly?"

"What other reason is there? Life's hard."

"Are you being serious or?"

"I'm already dead." I cross my arms over my chest like a corpse and pretend to be dead while standing up. Sticking out my tongue for the full effect.

"Joking. Got it."

"I'm not joking!"

"Really?"

"I'm going to die. Earlier than I'm supposed to!"

"Everyone dies at their right times."

"Getting all religious on me, hey?"

He sighs then starts walking off.

"Must I follow or?"

He walks back to me and grabs my arm, leading me in the direction of wherever he lives. I don't think he knows that I don't have my bag but whatever. Maybe he took my bag, since he's my stalker and all that.

"Where's your stuff?"

Damn. I thought we were going to do the sex. Not that I want to but because he wants to rape me.

"In my locker."