The constant ringing of my alarm clock had pulled me out of my deep sleep this morning and I wished nothing more than to stay in my comfortable bed. That however meant skipping school which wasn't an option so I put on my big girl pants and continued my morning routine. It wasn't long before I was already walking up the dreaded stairs into hell-I mean school.

It wasn't even first period yet but my stomach rumbled in hunger and I cussed for not grabbing breakfast.

"Peanut!"

I flushed at the attention that was drawn so I hid my face and continued to walk into school. I knew he would just catch up to me and that's exactly what he did.

"Jordan I swear it's like your life goal to embarrass me."

His first priority was not to reply but instead he engulfed me in a hug.

"It's not my life goal per say but more like my job Peanut."

I scoffed at him and playfully punched his arm. We were best friend goals according to Seventeen Magazine okay. Speaking of being a good best friend.

"Thank you for yesterday Pickles I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it sweety I had loads of fun wetting you." Jordan winked playful and my only response was a childish jester of sticking my tongue out.

"Did you guys finally fuck?"

My whole mood completely flipped upon hearing that voice. He was so irritating. The bullying from middle school had settled ever since I met Jordan but he was the main reason I was abused by 2nd graders in the first place. I call him the root of all evil but that's an understatement. He absolutely loathes my existence and I can't explain it but he genuinely hates me. Like a lot of girls my age think that this "banter relationship" is cliche and eventually we'll end up together but I'm going to stop you right there.

"Well, well Cole Braxton. We meet again." I fold my arms and give him a cold stare.

"Obviously we meet again we go to the same school you idiot." He instantly shot back.

"Unfortunately, now why don't you leave me alone and continue your daily hunt for STD's from the local sluts?"

He scoffed at my accusations and rolled his gorgeous green eyes. Okay so he may be the worlds biggest jerk but any girl with hormones can melt at how attractive he is. The problem is he knows it and was born evil .  Conceited bastard.

"You're glowing Zedler, I'm sure everyone has noticed if they haven't I'm sure the news will spread far."

Again, Bastard. What he really meant was he can't wait to spread more lies about me around the school.

"Go to hell, I will never have a reputation like you because you see... I'm not a whore."

The wind was knocked out of me as he slammed me against a locker. His body was ripped off me harshly as I tried to regain my composure.

Jordan was standing in a possessive stance in front of me and the both testosterone filled boys stood eye to eye. The atmosphere was heavy and I was terrified that a fight might break out. Jordan promised me he would never fight him. I could definitely fight my own battles but right now I knew that they were both angry.

"Guys just stop it. We're late for class. Jordan just leave him I'm fine."

Jordan was stubborn and refused to budge until I forcefully made him turn towards me.

"Stay out of my business lover boy." Cole growled as he stomped off down the hall.

"I hate him. He thinks he's such a big shot, he has no right to harm my best friend ." He says with his fist clenched in anger.

"Pickles you promised you wouldn't fight him in your condition. I'd rather you not get into it. Just ignore him."

He grunted at the mention of his condition. I was right anyway, he would get hurt and I refused to let him get in a dangerous situation, not when he had a prosthetic leg.

Jordan lived a heartbreaking childhood filled with check ups and treatment. He was diagnosed with cancer of the bones from a tender age and when he hit the age of thirteen the only option was to remove his right leg to stop the spreading of that dreadful disease. Not a lot of people knew about it, he made sure to keep it on the down low. Jordan wasn't embarrassed of his condition but he just wanted what any other child in his position would want, to be treated normal. Home life was a constant cycle of being smothered by his family which is inevitable but when he came to school he was treated like any other normal teenager. So basically brushed of by most of the population.  It thrilled him to have a getaway. Though with Braxton around he seems to forget everything.

"I'm not a little girl Peanut. That guy needs someone to knock some sense into him. Nobody is going to do that because he's never wrong in their eyes!." Jordan says in attempt to change the topic back to Braxton.

He was right in that sense. Cole Braxton , the so called cliche king of our highschool. The same jerk that contributed to my already horrible life.

It all started in the second grade. I had never met him before and quite frankly I had absolutely no friends, I spent break time alone in the corner of the playground, my strategy was to eat my lunch really slowly so it always looked like I had something to do. It's sad I know. Then one day Cole and his minions walked up to me and knocked my lunch out of my hand. They picked on my weight and made it known what a loser I was, the entire playground would agree and thereafter it became a daily routine. Till this day he's still an asshole, you think that highschool would have matured him, it has in a sense. Cole doesn't really pick on all the other kids anymore. I'm glad they're not his target but at the same time I can't help but wonder what made me different? Why was there so much hatred towards me?

None of it added up and it frustrated me. Actually I'm tired of him and his stupid little games.

"Pickles, I know it's not something I haven't said before but it will bite him back! We can however try and speed up that process ourselves!"

Jordan scoffed once again. He obviously didn't believe I had it in me to get revenge of any kind. Well things were about to change. The speakers in the hallway crackled before the receptionists voice boomed through the halls.

"Attention! All seniors please report to the gym, All seniors please report to the gym. Winston your moms in the office again-"

I stopped listening after the first announcement and started thinking. Why on earth are they pulling seniors out of first period ? Don't tell me it's some stupid prom meeting.

Jordan grabbed my arm effectively pulling me out of my thoughts. He started walking towards the gym and we eventually morphed into the crowd of seniors marching through the hall. They were all buzzing with excitement and then there was me, still angry about missing breakfast.

"Settle down students! I'm sure you are all excited to find out why we brought you here." Mr Stroker says, he then was applauded with inappropriate whistling.

Mr Stroker was our principal. He was a jolly old man that reminded me of Santa clause without the white beard, although he was getting there. He honestly was the kindest principal ever. Old people are the best.

His last name still cracks me up though. I'm immature I know, jeez.

"Well you'll be glad to know that our school has put together a field trip for our seniors. Not only is it a fun trip but in doing so you'll earn 20% of your grade in gym."

The buzz of the room instantly went down and the sounds of complaining filled the air. I was as active as a brick to be honest but gym class was no fooling around. It's literally the only time I don't mind working out. Even if I suck at it. I have got to get into college even if it means dying on that gym floor. I'm scary sometimes, I know.

"Now children don't all cheer at once, it's just a boot camp for two days. It is compulsory unless you have a medical note. We leave on Friday. Ms Humble will pass out reply slips at the door. That will be all! Have a nice day dears!"

The entire crowd started complaining again and everyones voices mixed in the air creating a dreadful atmosphere. Mr Stroker had none of it. Instead he hummed happily and pretended to not hear anything. He was such an optimist it sickened me sometimes, that's only because I'm a pessimist at heart.

We always waited for the room to clear before we left so we messed around until slowly one by one the seniors made their way to the exit of the gym but not before picking up their return slips from Ms Humble, who was by the way was a total MILF. I'm sorry that's just the truth.

"Can you stop checking out Ms Humble again ? It scares me." Jordan says snapping me out of my trance.

"Hey it's not fair on God if I don't admire his beautiful creations time to time." I wiggle my eyebrows suggestively.

"She's like 30 and you're honestly more perverted than me. When do you plan to come out again ?" He hummed and my first reflex was to slap my hand on his mouth. I sighed in relief when I saw that nobody was paying attention to us.

"Not a word. Maybe when I graduate, high school is the worst place to do that and I'd rather die than be known as the weird bisexual gamer with no friends, no offense sweety." I say patting his head.

"As hurtful as that is, I think you shouldn't be afraid to be you. I know the real you and you're amazing so it shouldn't matter what other people think however I will respect your wishes and then beg one last time to have a threesome with your future hoe." Jordan spoke with such sincerity in his voice that it actually made me stop and think, his words were absorbing and it was something to think about later on. You know except the last bits.

"I'd also rather die than let you into my non existent sex life but if you insist you can but just know I'll make sure my future 'hoe' will be a guy." I tease him effectively changing the subject. Jordan playful pushed me as we made our way out of the gym. I took my time collecting my skip from Ms Humble so Jordan yanked me by the arm and set me aside by some lockers.

"You need to sort out your priorities" Jordan says in a horrible Ron Weasly voice which I scoffed at.

"I know and I have a new one at the moment." My excitement was building again when I realized I was actually going to do this.

"And that is?"

"Help Karma do her job because she's taking too long." I say making sure to watch the change of facial expressions on Jordan's face. The evil smirk that appeared and a hint of pride, told me Jordan would be my partner in crime.

"Fuck yes! I've been waiting to hear this for years! Let's go I have so many plans that will work. We have tons of planning to do-" I made sure to cut him off even though I knew he hated it.

"Slow down Pickles! Firstly if we're doing this then we're going to use my ideas because it's my revenge and secondly where are we going? It's the first period, we're in school?" I say trying to stop the giggles from escaping. He was so pumped for this trip now. Jordan rubbed the back of his neck and looked at his shoes.

"Well I guess I did get carried away."

I burst out laughing before taking his hand in mine and turned us in the right direction of our classes.

"Don't worry Pickles, I'll make sure that I teach Braxton a lesson. I'm tired of him messing with me....Okay can we just pretend I made a really good speech and get pumped up" I say confidently while pumping my fist in the air. I was so ready but Jordan on the other hand was stifling to keep his laugh in.

"Let's do this." We both high fived each other and then made our way to class. Plotting and blurting ideas out to one another and by the end of the day, I was indeed feeling pretty pumped.