I'm Bad. You're Worse.

Two: What's Best

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I can feel his gaze burning into me with such intensity I might catch fire.

I try to focus on the teacher's voice, but the words all flow out without registering in my mind.

He continues to stare. What is his problem?

I decide to try and take notes.

As incredibly boring as orientation is, it's better than having to face some staring creep.

I begin dozing off though, and despite my efforts to keep awake, my eyes gradually slide closed.

It is only when I feel the pen drop from my hand and hear it hit the ground that I snap awake.

I watch the pen continue rolling and stop under a desk.

HIS desk, on my left. I mouth a silent prayer and lean down to retrieve it.

I have to grope under his seat for awhile though, until I finally find it.

My hand closes tightly around the pen and I grin, raising my head in victory. It bangs painfully against the side of his desk.

I groan and lean back, holding the now blooming bump on my forehead. I hear a soft chuckle and grit my teeth. No doubt it came from Holter whatever his name is.

I jump back into my seat and continue my pathetic attempts to listen.

He's still staring at me though, and it's getting more and more difficult to ignore by the minute.

Eventually, I turn to him and return his probing stare. I can't help but marvel at how beautiful his eyes are.

They are a bright, vibrant green, with little flecks of yellow and a darker green.

We stare each other down for a few seconds, then he surprises me by speaking.

"Like what you see?" He says with a cocky smirk.

His voice is deep and smooth. How would I describe it? Sexy. Painfully so.

"Like what YOU see?" I retort. "I've seen better." I immediately grit my teeth with irritation. "Oh please. You WISH."

He continues smirking, which irritates me even more. How would he like it if I smacked that stupid smirk off his kisser?

"Anything to share, Miss...?" It takes me a few seconds to realize the teacher is talking to me.

"Evans. Lily Evans." I say stupidly. Holter snickers and continues to stare.

"How about you pay attention then, Lily? Hmmm?" "Sounds like a good idea. How about you mind your own business, Sir. Hmmm?" I chirp, giving the teacher an overly-fake sweet smile.

The classroom fills with "oohs" and snickers.

"One more disruption in my class, young lady, and it's to the Principal's office." I roll my eyes visibly and nod.

My temper continues to blaze, though. I can still see Holter-whatever staring at me, and it fills me with anger.

I get MYSELF into trouble. Nobody does it for me. How dare he.

The teacher (whatever the hell his name is) continues his incredibly boring lecture, and soon everyone slips back into their spaced-out stupors.

***

The rest of first period goes by uneventfully, and I'm glad to say I've learned absolutely NOTHING by the time we're dismissed for second period.

I bolt out of my seat toward the door without so much as a second glance at my new seat mate.

I'm at my locker fixing my things when someone crashes into me.

Hard.

I growl menacingly and turn to confront the dumb-ass who had the absence of mind to hit me.

Am I invisible? I snort to myself. With my current reputation at Rushmore, obviously not.

"What the FUCK?" I ask, not hesitating to cuss. "Is that how you treat your best friend?" Natalie asks, raising an eyebrow.

"What the FUCK?!" I shout again, but happily this time. I rush at Natalie and envelope her in my arms, nearly crushing the breath out of her.

"Good. To. See. You too. Lily." She manages to gasp out. I laugh and give her one last squeeze before letting go.

"Where have you BEEN, bitch?!" I cry out excitedly. "Shh! People are staring." She giggles.

"You think I give a shit?" I smirk, but laugh as well. "Sorry I'm late." She says, hugging me once more.

Natalie Newman has been my best friend since first grade, when I pushed her off her chair at school and tried to steal her sandwich.

I had thought she wouldn't be going to Rushmore anymore this year, which had made me feel like absolute crap.

"My parents let me stay." She says, beaming at me. "No shit!" I exclaim, linking arms with her.

Natalie has always kept me out of trouble, and although I'd never admit it to her, she's the only person aside from my sister who knows what's best for me.

"Give me your schedule, Bitch." I say, sticking out my hand. Natalie laughs and pulls out a crumpled piece of blue paper from her giant canvas bag.

We exchange schedules and find that we have second and fifth period together.

I'm so happy I begin to bounce. And God knows I don't bounce. Like, ever.

We link arms once more and head to class together, chattering away.