Hate Me

Chapter three

The first week of school was, well.. the first week of school. I didn't really meet anyone exciting, though I did get to remeet Mike and Will.

To think of them as actual teenagers and not babies is something my brain just cannot comprehend. They must have been five when I last saw them, around that age at least. Now they were full fledged teenagers and creepy up to my age?

Yeah, can't deal with that. It's weird. I understand when older generations say kids grow up to fast now. Even Dustin has grown up quick, to think next year him and his friends will be seniors then soon graduating.. it's insane.

After seeing Eddie with that girl at the store, I kinda spent the rest of the week avoiding him. I'm not gonna lie, it stung.. again not exactly sure why as there are literally no strings attached and I've tried to push it out of my mind.. it just isn't working.

Today, Friday.. seemed like the perfect day to get back in action with our little bet or challenge, if you will. I've kind of figured out our schedules, we are in two classes together which gives me ample time to plot and avoid him,

It also gives me two periods where I can mess with him, really get him going. I have three free periods a week so that's kind of lost time right now. Soon to be determined, maybe.

One of the classes is physical education, which is perfect if you ask me and that's our next class, so let's hope everything goes to plan.

I change into my white and navy blue striped T-shirt and matching navy blue shorts, what the school considered uniform and dress code. Bleh.

Of course I had to add my own little spin on it so it had Bon Jovi, Journey, Boston, Kiss and those type of bands patches on the backs. What could they really do, right? It was still the uniform.

Oh and did I forget to mention the schools logo was on the shorts? As if they couldn't get more lame.

"Hey," I bump my arm into Steve intentionally, slicking my hair back with a hair tie in my mouth, taking it out of my mouth and wrapping my hair in it "I see you've altered all looks," Steve chuckles, pointing back to the back of my shirt

"It's better than boring," I say as I look at the teens in the gym, it kind of being a free for all area until the teacher came in. All of them wearing the same uniform except for.. Eddie.

I spot him in the corner of the room, sitting down on one of the many benches. He did have the navy blue shirt on like all the guys were to wear but still had his Jean jacket draped over it. Instead of wearing the cotton short shorts that the guys were intended to wear, he was rocking jeans cut off at the knees.

Well surely if he wasn't getting in trouble for not following school dress code than I wasn't either. I hope, I was one grilling away by my dad to be shipped off to planet flaflooga.

"I'll be right back, got to fix my shoe." I use a lame excuse, hoping it was somewhat believable as Steve gives a small nod and equally small smile.

I walk over to where Eddie is seated on the benches, sitting down beside him as I stretch my legs out.. moving my feet up and down absentmindedly.

I watch as his eyes watch my legs move, lingering. Making a sudden B-Line to my eyes as he must have noticed he was staring a little too long. Giving himself and his desires away.

"Harrington. Huh?" Eddie directed his gaze at Steve, giving a little head bob as he spoke Steve's last name "So a Stella huh?" I question back with the same attitude.

An instant grin curled up on Eddie's face, his laugh hard and abrupt. Not expecting my response. His dark reddish brown hair (which I could see was not actually jet black in the gyms lighting) bounced back and forth as he swayed his head side to side,