"Don't talk about this to anyone at school. Understand? It would ruin my reputation." Greg says in a serious yet hateful tone whilst giving me a stern look. I could feel myself snap.
We were at school in his car the morning after my parents left and I had started to live in his house.
"Why would I bother telling the whole school about living with you?" I spat, giving him a dirty look. "You're not even worth mentioning. It'd be an embarrassment."
He looked surprised and gulped for a moment. Never have I ever treated him this way. It was a first. Worse than the time he came over to my house for dinner.
I got out his car and slammed the door. Great way to start the morning. I'm already in a foul mood. Harsh? I don't think so. He got what he deserved.
Lunch Time.
"Someone's pissed off." Jeremias said, poking me. I gave him a quick glare. "Whoa. Easy, tiger."
"Was it Greg?" Francis whispers in my ear.
I looked away and ignored him. Francis gave me an amused look.
Vanessa pushed Francis and Jeremias away, giving me a comforting hug. "Go away. If you aren't helping her, leave her alone."
Ever since I started sitting with Francis and his group, I only got close to Vanessa - With the exception of Jeremias. I haven't really talked to the rest of the group only because they were all older but yet, they came over one by one and gave me a pat telling me that it was okay even though they didn't know why I was angry. Their kindness somewhat, calmed down. I guess popular groups aren't always what they seem.
"I'm going to head off first. I have gym next so I'm gonna change and get to class early." I say, getting up and leaving.
"Okay see ya later." They all say. I gave them a weak smile before heading to the girl's change room to change into my sport uniform.
"Today we are going to do some running on the school track. We're going to record all your times for the 100 meter sprint so make sure to stretch before running" my sport teacher says.
Good timing. Very good timing. I needed a good run to take out all my stress. It has been ages since I had a good run.
"Girls, stay behind the boys and get ready cause once they are done, you're next." The teacher instructed. During that time, I put on my spikes for running. It seemed so long since I last touched these.
The gun goes off and the boys all run in groups of five until we finally reached the last five.
"Times?" The teacher asks.
"Liam, 11.5 seconds."
"John, 11.3 seconds."
"Frank, 11.0 seconds."
"Dean, 12.35 seconds."
"Greg, 10.8 seconds." At that point everyone was extremely impressed which kinda ticked me off at how everyone was praising him.
"That's what you expect from someone gifted with natural talent and happens to be the running back of the boy's football team. Greg we might want you to temporarily run in the track team." The teacher tells us. "Other boys, you've done well. Dean, you need to work on it if you want to be on the first string in the track team."
The boy's times were all impressive considering some of them weren't even doing any type of sport at all. As expected of Randwell. A school for those with impressive athletic and academic ability.
"Okay boys take a rest. Girls, line up." The teacher said.
After a few girls it was my time to shine. I was completely fired up and absolutely pissed off at Greg who was giving me a smirk.
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The friendship game.
Teen Fiction"Wanna play a game? You can play as my friend." That was the very first thing Greg said to Dana. Greg was Dana's everything. Her best friend, her childhood friend and her crush. Dana could not cope without Greg. But Greg now 16, turns his back on D...
