Get Out Of My Face!

Prologue

Prologue

I walked through the doors of Hell.  Just kidding, not exactly Hell. It's actually where the chances of bumping into the devil are phenomenally high. 

Just as if on cue, he walks in, more like "strolls" in, with his hands in his pockets, his hair looking messy as ever, though I bet he's spent two bloody hours on that shit. 

He bumps his shoulder against mine, trying to act oblivious to the fact that I was standing right in front of him, but the spreading smirk across his face sort of gave it away, he walked straight up to my brother. Not taking any notice of me, thank the Lord for that.

My brother, Zach Knight, also known as the player of the school, fist bumps the devil as he shows up with his ugly face (ahem), and laughs for no reason, idiots (ahem). He's standing with his blonde bimbo (of the week), just saying, I ain't hating...

I shifted my gaze from the devil, the player and the bimbo and moved it towards my best friend, well one of them to be precise, Violet Beauregard, who at the moment was staring at my brother, quite creepily, might I add. I could practically see the drool trickling down her lips (ew, what she sees in that manwhore is literally beyond me). 

I pinched her arm, snapping her out of  "stalker mode". She turned towards me, glaring slightly and acting as if nothing happened, she's not a very good actor.

"Hey Vi, how are-" before I could ask her how her life (that revolved around my brother, ew) was going, she interrupted me, "Oh my God. Have you seen Scott today? He looked so fucking hot! Like...you'll start sweating if you go close to him! He'sthat hot." 

Violet, always one to hyperventilate over precisely every human with a dick, though my heartbeat did pick up at the mention of my crush's name (another one of my brother's friends).

Before I knew it, Vi's ranting about Scott was interrupted by an annoyingly tall figure hovering over me, "Well, well, ladies, talking about me I see? Oh, it's alright, I'm hot, I know." I whirled around to see none other than the devil, once again, standing within less than five centimeters from me, I laughed dryly before adding, "You think you're so hot, don't you? Sorry to burst your bubble, twat, but you aren't hot." His face turned stiff and his proud grin turned into a glare, I smirked, satisfied with my victory. 

"Oh shut up, carrot. You should really stop being a bitch, ya know." 

Carrot. Carrot? Carrot! Ugh, the nerve of this little fucker. Who does he think he is? I'm actually rather nice, well to most people anyway, but to him? No way, not in a million years. Nuh-uh. 

He thinks he's so cool, calling me carrot and shit, just because I have red hair (naturally, might I add), he thinks it's okay to call me a carrot. Well then. 

"Wow, you're so funny," I said, sarcasm dripping from my words, "You should really stop being a bastard, ya know." I mimicked him, earning another glare from his side. 

Oh well, as long as he's pissed, I'm happy.

"Ugh, fuck off." he retorted, sneering at me like I was a pest. 

"Stop being such a diva and go fuck yourself. You're bloody annoying, you know?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Seriously, if you keep rolling your eyes at that pace, they're going to roll right out of your head someday, carrot." I glared at him and saw a smirk make it's way across his face.

I resisted the urge to punch him, "Asshole" I gave him a sickly sweet smile. 

"Bitch."

"Bastard." 

"I'd call you a slut, but you've probably never slept with anyone in your entire life, so."

"I'd call you a manwhore, but you've probably never had a girlfriend." 

"Get out of my face, loser."

"Speak for yourself, you, get out of my face, Jason Greyback!"

With that said, I grabbed Violet's arm and pulled her through the morning crowd in the hallway towards our science class.