Chasing Jupiter ✔️

Three

"Mr. Hawking please just consider it!" I plead with my teacher. Class was now over and I was currently begging for a partner change. "I'm sorry miss Miller but the decision is final. You and Archer will be partners. So whatever personal vendetta you two have for each other needs to be set aside for the duration of my class. Need I remind you how much this assignment is worth to your grade?"

I'm left speechless, how was I expected to work with him? Unfortunately I didn't have a choice. "Fine." I snap storming out of the classroom.

Stupid fucking teacher!

I thought he was supposed to be the cool teacher!

I didn't get far before slamming into someone dropping everything in my hands. I drop to my knees with a loud groan. "Fuck. I'm sorry I wasn't watching where I was going." I mumble, not bothering to look up from grabbing my stuff. "It's alright." I don't even need to look up to know it's him. The scowl on my face deepens. His honey voice sending tingles down my spine. "I was actually looking for you." He mussed. Standing again I look up at Archer the asshole.

"Why?"
"Well it seems that we are partners after all and unlike the princess I need good grades to get into college so here." He thrusts a piece of paper in my hand and walks away without another word.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean asshole?!" I yell, not even bothering to turn around. "Well a princess always gets what she wants right? Unlike you though some of us can't afford everything on daddy's credit card." I whip around and storm up to him jabbing my finger into his chest. "Listen here fucker. You DON'T know me. You don't know my life so don't go around assuming anything about me. GOT IT!" I roar. A stupid smirk comes on his face and my anger only rises. "Crystal clear partner."

Sarcasm drips from his voice. "Just text me when you want to meet and we can get this stupid project over with."
"Fine. But after the project you leave me the hell alone."
"Or what?"
"Well my knee could always meet your fragile masculinity again."
"I'd like to see you try princess."
"Stop calling me princess."
"Make me. Princess."

I tried to knee him in the balls again but he was prepared for it. As soon as my foot leaves the ground one hand grabs the back of my knee, the other grips the front of my tank top. Dipping me back so my head was millimeters from the ground. If it weren't for the fact that I just tried to knee him where the sun don't shine this would be a very suggestive position. My stomach twisted in knots at the thought.

"Nice try princess."

I growl and punch his chest, promptly knocking the wind out of him. I didn't really think my plan through as he dropped me and fell on top of me. "Get off me you fat shit!" I scream. We both jump up and I storm away listening to him yell "This isn't over!"

*****

My hands were numb and my entire body was covered in sweat screaming at me to stop. But I didn't care, I was currently at home in the gym I built in the back yard. Beating the shit out of the punching bag in front of me. Music was blaring from the surround sound, playing my 'pissed off' playlist. Images from today flashing through my mind, only fueling my rage.

'Well a princess always gets what she wants right?'

A swift right hook to the bag.

'Unlike you though some of us can't afford everything on daddy's credit card.'

A left hook and a jab with my arm.

The way he grabbed me when I tried to kick him.

Three more punches.

My stomach getting that stupid fluttery feeling when he held me.

My music abruptly turned off and I turned around to yell at the culprit to be met with Laci. "From the blaring music I thought I might find you here." I stomped over to the bench, grabbing my towel wiping the sweat from my face and drinking some of my water bottle. Taking a few deep breaths. "Just needed to cool off. What's up Lace?" She rolls her eyes at me. Laci and I are polar opposites. While I enjoyed my cars, racing, and working out. She enjoyed shopping, getting pampered, and cheerleading. But we balanced each other out. She came and did my not so girly things with me whilst I went with her shopping and got pampered on occasion. It worked out for us.

"You left school like a bat out of hell. I just wanted to check and make sure you were okay. I could hear your tires squealing on my way to practice." I just shrug. "I met the new kid. And we got paired together in my guided studies project." I growl. She instantly perked up, not noticing my glare. "Before you even start talking." I hold up my hand, cutting her off from speaking. "It's the asshole from the race."

The look of shock on her face was enough to bring a smile to my face. After a few seconds of her being frozen in place I snap my fingers in front of her face, snapping her out of her shocked trance. "WHAT! Tell me everything!" She runs over to the bench expecting the juiciest gossiper ever. In reality there wasn't anything to tell. When I told her this she just rolled her eyes at me. "Well at least there is one perk to this project." Laci giggles. "And what's that?" I don't know why I asked because I could already predict her response. "You have to admit he's hot!"

Oh Laci...

*****

After my vicious workout and a long hot shower I was currently on my bed staring at the phone number Archer had given me. I had the number typed in my phone and the message ready to send. I just couldn't press the stupid button. "C'mon J, don't be a bitch. Just text the guy." I tried to hype myself up. It wasn't working. So I did what any logical person would do.
I closed my eyes and pressed send.

J: Hey it's Jupiter from class, when are we doing this?

He replied rather quickly to my surprise.

A: Whenever.

ONE WORD?!

That's all I get is a one worded text back? He wasn't even here and he made my skin crawl. So I decided to be petty.

J: Tonight.

If he can send a one worded text, so can I.

A: Alright. Where?
J: Your place?
A: No.
J: Fine. Mine?
A: Address?

After sending him my address he replied he would be here in an hour. Which means I had an hour to calm myself down. With a loud groan I flop back on the bed, covering my face with a pillow groaning loudly. This was going to be a long semester.

*****

An hour on the dot later my doorbell rang, I had just gotten out of the shower. The hot water calming my tense muscles. I was out of my workout clothes and currently dressed in a white tank top and black leggings. It's not like I was trying to impress him or anything. Running down the stairs I finish braiding my hair to keep it out of my face. Taking a deep breath I grab the door handle. If I wanted a good grade I needed to play nice.

"Let's get this over with." I mumble to myself and open the door.