Ugly Secrets, Pretty Lies

Thirteen

My English teacher sucks. I want to run up to her desk and strangle her, then buried her under mounds and mounds of dirt. Not very nice daydreams for a seventeen year old, but very satisfying. Why, you ask, that I want to do all this to Miss Grant? Because she fucking announce that we're going to do a project and we're getting partners that she chose. And guess who my partner is? 

Blake fucking Anderson.

That's who.

"For this project, you will be creating a collage of your partner's life and writing a 3-page story about it. First, of course, you will be getting to know your partner first. Get to it now," the devil said.

I swear she smirked at me. I swear. 

The dark-haired jerk stood up from his seat- wow, he actually showed up to class? - grabbed his chair, dragging it over to me. Then he plopped down on the chair. 1 feet away. Knees touching mine. I jerked my leg away from his and turned away. If the devil expects me to work with him, then she has another thing coming.

"Hello, partner," Blake drawled, leaning back in his seat, his arms folded and his hazel eyes staring at me. I could practically feel his stare.

"Hello, stranger," I snapped back.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on there. What's with all the hostility, Campbell?" he said, amusement written on his face. 

Anyone wanna help me slap that amusement off his face?

"There is none of this so-called 'hostility' you say of, Anderson," I snapped, picking up my pen and glaring at the page of questions that we're supposed to answer.

"Right. Sure there isn't."

I glared at him. "What's your name?"

"Don't you know, Campbell? Miss Grant told you."

"Your full name."

"Why didn't you just say so then?"

"Just answer the damn question!". 

"Calm down. It's Blake Anderson," he answered with his eyes darting right. 

I scribbled that down, then moved on. "Your favorite food?"

"None."

I raised my eyebrows. "You don't have a favorite food? But everyone has one!"

"Not everyone."

"You're weird."

"So are you."

"Yeah, well at least I have a favorite food."

"So what's yours?"

"Sushi."

"Sushi? That's so... simple." But he still wrote it down on his page.

I rolled my eyes. "Your favorite family member?"

"My younger sister," he answered immediately. No hesitation at all.

I smiled slightly. I never knew Blake had a sister and his favorite family member is his sister. Never mind his bad boy aura. Maybe his aura is just an act. 

"Your sister, huh? Lucky to have such a brother."

"And what do you mean by that?" he asked stiffly, narrowing his eyes at me. 

I blinked. "What? I just said your sister must be lucky to have a brother like you!"

"Is that sarcasm? That my sister's lucky to have me as a brother? That I'm a player, an idiot, a jerk?" he demanded.