The Bad Boy and the Badder Girl

and the creepy locker dude

November 12th 2015, 143 days before

The next morning was lovely.

School again today, and then tomorrow, and the next day, and then it continues like that until Saturday, where it takes a short break then comes back on Monday, and so on and so forth.

After reluctantly getting dressed for the day, I trudged down the stairs and into the kitchen. Doing my usual drink a smoothie routine, talking to dad and Dylan and then I left. Seeing as I was so tired, I decided to take the Maserati to wake me up a bit.

Walking onto campus it was pretty hard to ignore the looks I was getting from everyone. I didn't know why but I don't really care anyways. It's only embarrassing if you actually care what any of these losers think. I saw that popular girl and her crew of pink bubblegum bitches behind her walking up to me. That must be why everyone's staring, they know she's up to something.

"New girl, right?" She asked, surprisingly nicely.

"Yeah." I said with little to no emotion.

"Well I'm Kourtney, with a K." Kardashian wannabe much? "What's your name?"

"Cailyn."

"Well Cailyn, you seem to know Jace quite well?" She asked, even though with the phrasing it should've been a statement.

"Not really."

"How do you know him?"

"He's my neighbour." Then, I felt someone's arm around my waist which I was very tempted to remove, but he had wrapped his finger around my belt loop, holding me in place.

"Well I wouldn't just say that." Jace said, giving me the 'just go with it' look.

"Well, I would."

He rolled his eyes, then looked back to Kourtney. "We've been on a few dates,"

"No we haven't." I didn't know if I was telling Kourtney or him.

"Well then what would you call the night after you first moved here, or last night?"

"Family thing, and you acting like a stalker." He laughed like I had said something funny and then looked back to Kourtney.

"Oh you're so funny, now let's walk you to class, come on babe." He pulled me along by my waist until we were actually in school, where I unwrapped his arm from my waist.

"What the hell was that?"

"I needed to get her off my back." He answered defensively.

"What? Is she like your crazy ex or something?"

"No! Well, ex hookups, but she's obsessed with me!" I scoffed at the thought of how incredibly cliche this entire school was.

"Here's a way to stop that, change hookups, plural, and make it hookup, singular. If you didn't keep going back to her she wouldn't be obsessed with you dumbass." I said, slapping his chest.

"I can't change the fact that I slept with her more than once, that's like trying to un-eat some cereal I ate five years ago."

"Then just don't get back with her." I shrugged, finding the answer to his problem very simple.

"Well I can't, because she is sneaky, and she is hot, and she just keeps crawling back, like a leech!" 

"And you keep letting her, it's your own fault and I'm not helping you. Also, leeches don't crawl because they don't have legs or arms." I replied, walking away.