Project Fuckboy || a.i

Chapter 1// New Meat

"Can you two yappers just shut it for a second?!" I ask, turning around to look at the two freshmen sitting behind me.

"I...I'm sorry," the short blonde one says, her eyes filling with terror.

"Good." I turn back to my history homework, which is due after lunch. I've been procrastinating for so long that I need to get it done as fast as I can, and I swear to god, if anyone else interrupts-

"Azalea, is it?" A voice booms above my head, snapping me out of my regained focus.

I muster up the biggest glare I can and look up to see a good-for-nothing jock with floppy brown hair and dimples. His eyes are a light brown, completing his boyish look. But the rest of his physique suggests otherwise. He is slender, but his arms are buff, and I can see the hint of abs underneath that tank. Football player, I guess immediately. He must be a newbie. Just by the way he carries himself, I can tell he thinks he's better than everyone else.

"No. You've got the wrong person. Sorry, dude," I reply nonchalantly, looking down at my sheet again.

"You really don't go easy, huh?" The newbie asks.

I look up for a second to scan the boy from head to toe. "Not with you," I declare. "Go back to your little group of friends." We both glance at the table of boys beside us. They see me staring and quickly look away, suddenly engrossed in their lunches again.

"You see, they're not my friends yet. I'm still the new guy," The boy says, settling into the seat beside me. I sigh as loud as I can, but it doesn't seem to bother him. "And they tell me that I won't be able to-" he leans across the table and twirls a strand of my hair around his finger. "-You know, have you."

"Well, they are right," I tell him, batting away his hand. He lets my hair go but his face is still two inches away from mine. I smell cologne. Fuckboy cologne. Disgusting.

"I can fix that," He whispers seductively in my ear, and I flinch in revulsion. I know now I have to play dirty to get him to leave me alone.

"Listen, dude. What's your name?" I ask with a candy-sweet voice.

"Ashton," He replies proudly.

I smile innocently, gazing into Ashton's eyes. He seems to get excited, and grins back. His eyes declare that he's just won a game. "Ashton," I say.

"Get the hell out of here before I rip that tongue out of your mouth."

Ashton's smile falters. In the corner of my eye, I notice him glance at the table of boys, who are mentally communicating with him in their weird ape language. When he turns to look at me again, his tone is different.

"Help me out here," Ashton begs in my ear, panicked. "If I go back empty-handed, it will do horrible things to my pride. Please, they're all staring." He glances at the boys once again.

"Fine, what the hell do you need?" I ask, frustrated.

A slow grin forms on his lips, and I don't expect anything like what happens next.

"Just a kiss," Ashton declares, and closes the distance between us to press our lips together. He's almost as good at manipulation as I am. He'd almost fooled me into believing he's just a wimpy newbie, desperate to impress the cool kids.

I bite Ashton's lip as hard as I can, drawing blood. He jumps back with a yelp, and glares at me.

"That's what you get," I spit.

"At least I've got something," Ashton says, pushing his chair back. "New meat just kissed the most unavailable girl in school." He grins in satisfaction.