I'm Bad. You're Worse.

Eleven: Crappy Handwriting

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All through the rest of the day I am irritable and short-tempered.

Even Natalie has had the good sense to leave me alone.

Unfortunately though, Jake hasn't.

He comes up to Natalie's and my table at lunch with a piece of paper and a smirk.

"What do you want?" I all but spit at him. The memory of his little "display" earlier isn't helping my patience.

"Well hello to you too." He mutters, throwing the paper down in front of me. I scramble to catch it so that it doesn't land in my food.

"My house. Today, after school." Is all he says, walking away. I scoff, examining the notes closely. "If he thinks I'm going with him, he's got a screw loose." I say, handing the paper to Natalie.

Her eyebrows raise in astonishment. "You have to. You'll fail if you don't." "But-" "You don't honestly expect Jakey Boy to do all the work, do you?"

My upper lip curls in a snarl. "I don't expect him to do anything!" "Well you can't do it all by yourself! There's too much research to do. Admit or not, but you need HELP." She hands me the paper, giving me a look.

I let my eyes roam over Jake's messy handwriting again and groan. It's a research paper and partnered essay in English due for next week.

I'll never get this done by myself in time. I carefully fold the paper, tucking it into my pocket.

"Well?" Natalie asks. I sigh in return. "Guess we'll have to find Jake." I grumble, leaning back into my seat.

"Still up for today?" A husky voice whispers in my ear, making me yelp with surprise and drop my fork into my lap.

Jake laughs and pulls out the chair beside me, sitting down. "I suppose I don't have a choice, do I ?" I say wryly. "Oh, you do."

I raise an eyebrow. "You can always do the assignment by yourself." "No way, asshole. WE need to do it. And soon."

"I don't think I brought protection." Jake says mischievously with a wink. I scoff in disbelief and look over at Natalie, who seems to be stifling a laugh. I roll my eyes.

"JUST get out. I'll talk to you later." Jake feigns mock hurt and holds his chest.

"You hurt me, Evans. You really do." With another wink and a smirk, he's gone.

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I don't see Jake anymore after school though, so I just decide to head home.

Guess my little field trip will have to be postponed.

As I'm walking down the path to my house, kicking aimlessly at pebbles and leaves along the way, my thoughts eventually shift to Jake.

Someone up there is obviously having a good hearty laugh at my mis-fortune.

Yes, believe it or not, I'm not very keen on spending so much time with one of Rushmore High's biggest players.

And I already cause enough trouble to begin with, I reason with myself, smirking.

I'm shocked from my thoughts when I hear a loud honk from behind me, and the sound of a car engine, revving up.

"Watch where you're going, asshole!" I shout toward the car, trying to see through the heavily tinted windows.

"I would if you weren't in the way so much!" Jake exclaims, sticking his head out of the window, grinning.

It takes all I have not to start searching for something deadly to throw at his ridiculously huge car.

It's a monster, this car. It's huge and sleek, a slick black, with tires as long as half my height and as wide as five people standing side by side.

"Get in!" He hollers again, leaning back inside to unlock the door. I shake my head, snorting.

"I think I'll walk, thanks." "Lily-" "Thanks, but no thanks." I say again, cutting him off to resume my walk.

I must look like a total loser at the moment. Any other girl would accept a ride home if she had to walk this far. From any guy at all, as long as it involved a car.

And especially from a guy like Jake. I shake my head and plow onward.

Jake's car is now softly rumbling along beside me, and he pokes my arm harshly.

"What?" I hiss. "Just get in the car, Evans." He says sternly. "This lane's for pedestrians. Get the fuck out." I reply, batting his hand away.

"I will if you get in." "No!" "Stop being such a stubborn bi-" "Such a stubborn bitch?" I finish with a growl, wanting to grab a hammer and pummel his hulk of a car.

"Yes. A stubborn bitch. Exactly." He says, nodding intently. I stare at him in disbelief.

"No wonder the girls are all over you. You're such a charmer. I think I might faint." I say, giving him a fake sweet smile.

"That smile's laced with poison. Now get in the fucking car." Jake says, leaning over and pushing the door open.

I sigh and climb in, buckling my seatbelt up.

I grumble to myself as I lean into the comfortable leather upholstery.

Jake floors the engine and we are soon coasting down along the road.

"How do you know where I live?" I ask curiously, panicked thoughts about stalking and pepper spray setting in.

"I don't. We're going to my house." Jake replies, eyes fixed firmly onto the road. "What?! But I can't-" "Aww. Was little Lily not allowed out today?" He mocks in a high-pitched tone.

"Obviously I was, or I wouldn't be in this damn car of yours." I growl, crossing my arms firmly.

Jake chuckles and moves to turn on his stereo, singing along loudly to the song that's playing with his God-awful voice.

I sigh and lean back, closing my eyes. There's goes my lazy, "do nothing" period.

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Hey, guys! :)

Look, I'm sorry if the book's lagging a bit, I'm just having a bit of a challenge plotting it out. And I've been a little un-motivated lately, and quite lazy. I'm sorry. :( But keep enjoying and I hope to get back to ya'll soon.

Kisses,

Sofi :**