Dare To Date

Chapter 1~

Aurora~

I hate Zayden Akira Alvarez.

Rich, good-looking, famous, heir of one of the biggest companies and popular.
What a life.
But only I knew his true identity.
Arrogant and imbecile. Bully and a huge womanizer.

I hate ever single bit of him.

Only I, and his so called friends know who that asshole actually is, but the difference is, they support him and I despise him.

He's all that; walking through the corridors with two of his friends who are just as arrogant as him just as they are rich, laying his eyes on everyone but never saying a word to them, hands in pockets and that godly aura that made everyone simp the second they saw him.

But not me.

I was a whole another person, and only one thing is similar between us; popularity.

I have every reason to hate him- I even made a whole plan of how I would kill him if I could.

And I could never tell anyone, forget letting them know what he did to me.

Well, I never did say those things to anyone except, Kate.

She knew everything about me; what I love, what I hate and what I can do, but never did.

I opened my locker, stickers all around with some Polaroid pictures of me and some other friends hanging around and grabbed my books for the first two classes and lazily put them inside my bag.

Kate was nowhere to be seen and let's be honest, it felt DAMN boring when she was absent.

I closed my locker, only to come face to face with three guys who I never, ever wanted to see.

Zayden, Cian and Julian, were gossiping about some shit (I assume it's about some chick Zayden fucked last night) and Zayden opened the locker right beside mine (that's his and I hate the locker for that).

Excuse my bad habit of overhearing conversations, but, I HAD to.

"I swear to God bro, she thought I loved her. Like, that's a fucking illusion, 'loved her', omg," He smirked and closed his locker as Cian and Julian weirdly eyed me.

I could slap Julian left and right if it wasn't for my reputation. He's the ex that I've ever had and ever will.

If I'm describing Cian, he's still better, at least he's not much into having sex with a girl each night and is quiet compared to them.

I tried to ignore them and walked away until that bitch said something to annoy me more.

"At least I date people who like me, even though I don't," I felt Alvarez's gaze on me and I turned back to him.

He meant me and I knew that well.

"You think it's a strength to do that?" I walked to him with hard steps as my shoes made slight sounds on the floor.

"Do what?" He came closer and smirked.

"No one would know better than you, you dumb piece of shit," I spat at him.
"You know I meant you, don't you? You liked a guy who didn't like you back," He said it sarcastically that I wished there weren't people around us but there were. Surrounding us.

"It's not my fault that your friend has such bad taste in women," I said back, glaring straight at Julian who rushed to both of us.

I turned back to leave as all the people around us were clapping their hands at what I had said, but Julian grabbed my wrist tightly.

I jerked my hand, but his didn't move.

I tilted my head back and side-glared at him but it was of no use.

"Move it," Zayden said darkly beside us.
Julian looked at him confused but didn't say anything. All the students around us were silent, some with mouths wide open in shock.
"Move. Your. Fucking. Hand. Blackwood." He said and Julian released my wrist immediately.

Wait, wait, wait. I'm probably dreaming right now, unless it feels like the floor is totally stiff.

Alvarez just told Blackwood to move his hand? Fuck, they're best friends.

I exhaled softly and brought my wrists closer to myself. There were slight red marks which explained why it hurt.

"Apologize," He said. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

OH MY GOD. I NEED BIG TIME TO PROCESS THIS.

"Wait, what?" Julian chuckled nervously and turned to look at Zayden, but didn't get anything except a dark look as a reply.

"You're not supposed to hit a female," Cian calmly said behind them.
"How the fuck is that hitting?" Julian furrowed his eyebrows, "Yea, sorry, whatever," He smirked and rolled his eyes like it meant nothing.

I don't even care. I didn't ask for some mere sorry.

I glanced at my wrist, then at Zayden. He is probably sick or something to be saying things like that to his closest friend.

Teens gasped and gossiped until a teacher came and broke the clutter of students around us.

Only one person still stood there totally awestruck.

Katelyn.

"Oh my God, that motherfucker," She took my hand lightly and patted my wrist.

"You're too late, Kate" I frowned at her and she shrugged.

"I know, my sister fell sick this morning and you know, parents are not home, as always," She said and I smiled at her.

"It's OK,".