𝐑𝐔𝐁𝐘 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 is an outgoing and ambitious party girl. Behind that big, bright smile, is a broken person with a hidden trauma but she hides all of it with her extroverted and bubbly personality but there are moments where her past catches up w...
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I WENT THROUGH MY SCHEDULE in my head as I continued to look for my chemistry textbook.
[Chemistry, Study Hall, English, Lunch, Art, and Math]
I had my other classes tomorrow of course. It fucking sucks that I don't have any classes but music together with Ivy and Adeline. On the other hand, I love that I'm in the same classes with Atlas all day and week, so I can torment him. The perks of having the same class kick in all the time.
A couple of months ago, he cut my hair and I ended up kicking him in the balls as an 'accident'. But he deserved it anyway, as I would never cut my hair, myself.
Atlas is my 'fated' enemy. I'm always eager to see him, but all for the wrong reasons. We've always had a rough 'relationship' since we were kids, and we've treated each other like shit. But of course, our dads are great business partners so they expect us to be good friends. So we have to put on a facade, but it's pretty damn hard. Except for 'accidentally' kicking him, I do some harmless things like keying his locker or car, calling him bitchy names, or being a snitch, and telling the teacher that he's copying me since he's sitting beside me in EVERY class. And I'd say that he does a lot of the same things to me.
I found the textbook and all of a sudden my locker was slammed shut, nearly taking my entire hand, but I yanked it away, just in time. As I turned my head to the side to see who the fuck dared to do that, Atlas had appeared with two of his dumb friends.
"Are you mad," I said to him with a disgusted look on my face. "What if I haven't reacted so fast, Jack Frost?"
Ever since he dyed his hair white, I've been calling him Jack Frost, and he has been calling me Red ever since the day I first met him. Or he has been calling me Pookie Bear which should be illegal.
"I do not care what would've happened to you, Red," he gawked with a bitchy tone. "Wasn't it funny to see that, guys?"
The pigs- I mean, his friends gave me an "I'd be embarrassed if I were you" look but I rolled my eyes at all three of them. And a thing that gives me ick is that one Atlas' is his twin, and the other one just started being friends with them.
"You can suck my nonexistent dick, Frosty," I said and gave him a cold smile as I held tighter on the textbook and lifted an eyebrow, daring him to have a go. Two girls passed by and Max and Apollo gave each other a knowing smirk before leaving me alone with the devil himself.
Fucking great.
Atlas leaned against the lockers, rolling his eyes as if I'd just told him that I invented sarcasm. His lips curled into that maddening grin he always used when he was trying to get a rise out of me. "Charming as always, Red," he drawled, brushing his white hair back with a careless flick. "Did you rehearse that one in front of the mirror this morning, or was that just spontaneous brilliance?"
"Oh, honey, I don't need to rehearse," I shot back, flicking invisible dust off my shoulder. "Being brilliant comes naturally to me. Unlike some people, I don't have to freeze a room solid to get anyone's attention."
