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2 - You'll Never Win

2 - You'll Never Win

{Arabella's point of view}

After successfully kneeing him in the balls I knelt down next to him.

"You'll never win." I watched in amusement as his face dropped. I took one last, long drag from my cigarette and dropped it; making sure it narrowly missed his dark hair. I destroyed the last remainder of light in the small cigarette with my black heel before strutting away. He didn't deserve any more of my precious time.

My crowd of girls were waiting for me as I walked towards them and away from the brown haired boy, who was only just getting up. I saw each of them send me a congratulatory smirk before looking back to Calum.

They all thought he was a fallen angel. There wasn't anything that boy could do to make these girls hate him. They all thought he shit glitter. His brown, curly hair matched his deep eyes that they all loved staring into. His looks were unnaturally perfect. His skin was flawless without any product; which any girl would kill for, his eyelashes were the best mixture of long and dark and his lips... They were full and rounded. He could easily pass for a model, but instead he wasted his talent on his shitty little band and wanting to be a footballer. It was a shame really. His body was defined, but he wasn't too muscular; it was just enough so you could see where he had been working out. On special occasions you could even see a few of his veins pop on his right arm.

There wasn't a girl in the school that didn't find him attractive; no girl apart from me. To me he was competition in skinny jeans. That was all I saw. His 'posy' of geeky band members was one of the town's baddest groups. I say one of the because my group was notorious for being the best and the baddest. No matter what Calum Hood did he would always come second best to our group. It was like we were the Pink Ladies and they were the T-Birds, only we weren't friends. There wasn't a day that went by where I couldn't worry about my girls coming out on top and not under those losers.

Everyone knew about the battle going on between the two of us; even the incoherent teachers knew never to seat us next to each other. We were a disaster waiting to happen, but I did all I could to make sure that he would be the disaster and when it happened, which it would, it would be so far away from us, we wouldn't even feel the aftershock.

My girls constantly asked me why the ongoing paranoia and battling couldn't just stop; mostly so they could date one of them, which was never, under any circumstances, permitted. The true reason why this was still going on was a mystery, Calum and I had always had tension between us. We were both too stubborn to give up the life long rivalry.

"He was pretty stunned, what did you say to him?" Meredith, one of my girls, asked.

"I told him he'd never win. Which is the truth. Those band geeks will never be at the top. I mean have you ever seen Calum win an argument against me?" The question was up for anyone to answer but no-one did, no-one wanted to get the answer wrong. "The answer is no, girls. He hasn't, and neither has his pathetic little band; it is going to stay that way."

As we all paced down the uneven path that led out of our military-like school, I saw some of the girls look back towards the four tall boys, if they could even be called that.

"Girls seriously, you all knew, when you got into this that you weren't going to have anything with any of them. Stop thinking about your sex life for a moment would you; it's never going to happen. It is never allowed to happen, it's the one strict rule we have in this group. It's not like all of you could bang them anyway," I stated, quickening my pace to get away from them faster. The girls followed.

"We could try." I heard Bethany murmur under her breath. I scoffed.

"I like your thinking Beth, I really do, but save it for your other victims okay? Not them." All the girls heads instantly whipped back round to face the way we were walking. "Now, who's up for a smoothie? I'm craving Mango and Passion-fruit, and you all know, we don't crave it..." I didn't need to finish my sentence, they would.

"We get it," they chorused. I smiled as we reached the end of the dull, dying grass and rocky pavement. My car was parked in the 'dream spot' which is where it always was. It was like in all the high school movies when there was a 'popular' lunch spot; we didn't have that, we always left the grounds for lunch, but we did have the dream spot. I would always arrive late, always get some kind of notice, from the idiotic teachers about how I shouldn't park my car there, which I would quickly brush off, but no matter how late I was; no-one else parked there.

"Get in bitches."

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