If looks could kill, Maddy would have undoubtedly ended up in prison for murder, a cold-blooded assassin.
It was the guy from the bus, that cocky, arrogant jerk.
"Yeah. Me," he retaliated, striking back with the same deathly glare, his uneven lips pressed into a thin line.
Maddy could feel the tension in the air between them becoming tangible enough to be cut with a knife, just like she could feel the eyes of the other three students drifting from her to him and back to her.
Well, at least the rest of the students who were stuck in detention minded their own business.
"You guys know each other?" asked the blonde-haired cutie.
Maddy finally looked away, chewing on her bottom lip and biting its edge, a bad habit of hers.
"Yeah, you could put it that way, I guess," answered her much-hated enemy, his gaze still burning her like scorching hot fire.
"Carter, dude, where were you?" interrogated him the strawberry blonde girl.
"At the bathroom, Mia. Want some details?" he hissed, finally looking away.
"Not if it wasn't the girls' bathroom," Mia picked at her nails indifferently, but a smirk played on her perfect lips.
"As if you don't know Carter," teased the blonde guy, his deep blue eyes brisk and full of mysterious implications.
"Said Logan," cut him the girl with the voluminous curly hair, voice filled with sarcasm.
"Oh, come on, shut up!" Logan elbowed her playfully.
Maddy sighed. It's two hours. Two whole frickin hours. Ugh, damn it, can't I just disappear or something?
She tried to keep her eyes focused on her dirty Oxfords, but they just wouldn't listen, sparing the ebony-headed asshole furtive glances from across the classroom. Well, he certainly was getting a shifty glimpse of her every now and then too, and the way they rolled their eyes at each other was just so childish and immature.
"Hey, who is that girl?" asked Logan in a low tone, but loud enough for Maddy to hear him, curiosity colouring his voice-he seemed to have noticed the death glares the two of them had been shooting at each other across the classroom.
"I don't know," answered Carter, his jaw set.
Maddy tried to ignore him.
"Umm..." The curly-haired girl stepped forward, reaching out a hand towards Maddy. "I'm Sia, nice to meet you."
Maddy stood there like an idiot for a second, completely struck. She wasn't exactly a social butterfly; quite the opposite: she was introverted by nature-maybe even anti-social-and terrible at making new acquaintances. Vaguely realising she had been blankly staring at Sia's hand for this whole time, she clumsily stretched her arm to shake it awkwardly. "Hey, I'm Maddy."
She heard a snort, coming from no other than the ebony-headed idiot.
"I'm Logan," introduced himself the blonde guy, gifting her with a charming wink that made her melt under his cobalt blue gaze. She just nodded, unsure of what to say.
What is going on? asked a little voice inside her head, confused and freaking out at the sudden call to appear sociable.
The strawberry blondie -Mia?- didn't bother to move from her spot, sitting all comfortable on top of one of the desks, made of cherry.
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Smells Like Winter
Science Fiction"Don't touch me, your hands are cold." Maddy Wesley was your typical 17-year-old high school student, a wallflower with excellent grades, a good taste for vanilla ice cream and a normal, somewhat dull life. Until a virus broke out. A virus that brou...