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17//Skittles!

Daphne's PoV

"She started it," She rolled her eyes and snickered as she impatiently sat down on one of the slick, black chairs placed in the principal's office.

"But I'm not the one who poured apple juice all over someone's only Nirvana shirt."

"But I'm not the one who spreadt the rumor about me banging Jared."

"It's not my fault you fuck every person who has a dick."

"Hampton, Megan! Enough!" Principal Hart yelled. "And you, Ms. Hampton, please lower your voice and mind your language, young lady."

What the actual fuck?

Megan's voice was way louder than mine. And I guess everything I just said was true. She did or will fuck every guy in Middleton High. And by every guy, I mean every single guy in school. And that includes our teachers. She may have a little sexual affair with my gym teacher, Mr. Franiere. That's why Megan did not fail her gym class even though she's not doing anything. Well, besides being slutty, that's for sure.

The three of us finally settled down and Principal Hart lectured us about some shit that's not important.

"So, I won't be giving you two detention. But, let this be a warning. Okay, Daphne and Megan?" Principal Hart said.

I heard Megan's heels click followed by a loud slam on the door.

That poor door, it always gets slammed.

I stood up from my seat and smiled soflty at Principal Hart, fidgeting out a pack of Skittles from my pocket. It was now thirty minutes past my Calculus class so I decided to dump it.

Who knew getting called from the principal could be this good?

I went to the cafeteria, popping a red Skittles in my mouth, hoping to see someone who also dumped their classes. There was no one around but only the school's janitor, cleaning up the mess from the food fight earlier.

I shrugged, taking a gradual amount of the candy and devoured it. I opened the cafeteria doors only to be greeted with a, "Watch where you're going, shithead."

I looked up, staring at the hazel eyes of a tall, black-haired, and rather lean body of a boy.

"Uhh, sorry?"

I was so caught up on how his eyes sparkle that my answer came out more like a question.

"Sorry?" He deadpanned.

"Yes, sorry."

He raised his eyebrows, tugging at the strap of his bag.

"I'm sorry," I straightened myself up and walked towards the door.

"No, I'm sorry," He grabbed my arm causing me to twirl around and look back at him.

"Woahh!" I sang, well, mostly yelled.

"What?"

"Nevermind," I pulled my arm back and poured the remaining Skittles I had in the pack on the palm of my hand. I was about to eat them until a someone's hand bumped my back causing the Skittles to fly in the air, landing on the ground.

"Skittles," He mumbled.

"They were mine!" I yelled.

"Woah, woah. Uhmm, I know we got off on the wrong foot. But first, let me introduce myself. The name's Jared. Jared Reiss."

Oh, so you're Jared.

"So?"

"And you are?"