Treat Me Better { on hold }

Chapter 1 - New Girl In Town

Anthony's POV

I inhaled the smoke from the small tube that was pressed tightly by my lips when my idiotic friends were laughing at something, well, idiotic. I shook my head in amusement to the eagerness about their topic. Idiots.

"No dude! Stephenie is the one with the bigger ass! Savannah is the one with the bigger tits!" This exclaimed Brad Robinson. One of the biggest players in our school, probably even the whole town. Well no doubt with his good looks and charisma, he even managed to charm Mrs. Payne, our calculus teacher, who in fact was a pain in our asses.

"And how would you know that?" Questioned Brent with a mischievous, and knowing smirk. Brent Jackson, the school's 'High Class Supreme King of Pranks'. He hasn't settled in for a long time since he wanted to keep up with his title. Brent had also a lot of girls at his feet, while all the teachers all hated him. Wonder why? He is famous for his practical pranks against the teachers and students. He even arranged a schedule for each teacher on a specific day, and sometimes occasionally would aim at students he doesn't like.

"Because I did her, I mean, them. I did them." Replied rather smugly, Brad had that look on his face that probably meant 'pride', but I consider it attention seeking. Brad lived here through elementary and middle school before he moved to Dubai for 2 years during freshman and sophomore year, but he came back this summer for Junior and Senior Year and already has slept with about a third part of the female student body in our school, what changed his mind?

A voice scoffed from the back, I turned around to see a rather disgusted Sam looking at Brad with a repulsive glance. "'Course you did. Shocker would it be if you hadn't." Sam muttered in his deep British accent. He moved to our town 3 years ago. While exhaling smoke from his mouth with his hand around his cigar, his left hand was securely around his girlfriend's waist, looking also rather revolted by Brad's confession.

Elizabeth, or Eliza as we like to call her, moved from Southwark with Sam. They are in a relationship for about 3 in a half years. They seem very happy, always by eachother's side. They truly are in love. Eliza was good looking girl too, her red hair coming around to her slim waist. Pretty eyes, good body, but not my type.

"Hey guys, what have I missed." Jason Ki Jae came panting hard. He must have ran. He slumped against the rock wall before taking a swig of water from the bottle that was beside me the whole time.

"Nothing much, just a bunch of idiots discussing a bunch of idiotic things." I finally spoke after me extinguishing the done cigarette. The rest except for Jason, who just came in running still looking tired, were looking at me as if I grew another head while Brent had his impish aura glowing around him. Not literally, figuratively of course. That is when he started talking, I knew what he was up to.

"Oh! M! Geeee!" Brent attempted to mimic Katherine King's high pitched voice, Queen B of the school, and the clingiest girl there ever is! "I thought - I thought for a second that you lost your voice!" Brent kept waving his hand over his face as if it was really hot outside, which it wasn't. "You haven't spoken the whole time, and I was getting worried!" Feigning concern over his features, Brent tried to act like Katherine who would always try to act like a clinging, obsessive girlfriend I used to have; which I regret deeply.

"Come here baby, let me help you. Maybe a make out session will help since I cannot simply get my hands off of you!" Brent started to approach me closer with his arms out stretched and lips puckering up for a kiss. The rest were laughing at the scene that was unfolding in front of their eyes while I tried to brisk walk and dodge away from Brent, who seemed really keen on kissing me. Dude, just no.

"Dude, stop." I tried to warn him, but he continued his act, obviously enjoying on taunting me.

"Come on baby," Brent stretched out the word 'baby' since that is what Katherine used to call me, I hated it. "Don't you love me? I want you! I need you! I - AAAAYYYYEEEE!" This time Brent didn't have to fake a girl's voice. Finally having enough with this, I punched Brent's arm, hard. "Dude what that was for?"