Loving The Enemy

1: Unlucky

"He's looking at you."

"When is he not?" I rolled my eyes annoyedly.

"No, he looks like he wants to eat you or something."

"Probably. He'd love to see me die, you know." I stated matter-of-factly.

Clary sighed. "It's not like that, Tessa. More like he wants to bang you in the janitors closet."

I burst out laughing. "Good one, Clary."

"She's right." Isabelle said. "He does."

"Yeah." Cecily added in.

The four of us were sitting at a lunch table. Let me introduce my best friends. First, there's Clary Fairchild. She has the brightest most reddest hair you'll ever find on the planet, and green eyes. She loves to draw, and she has LOT of freckles. Then, there's Isabelle Lightwood. She has long dark black hair and dark brown eyes. She was probably the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. All the guys want her. Finally there's Cecily-ugh I can barely say her last name-Herondale. She has hair like Izzy and the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Just like Isabelle, she's gorgeous. They were both obsessed with fashion. As for me? Well, I loved literature.

"You guys," I started tiredly. "That's just him. You know how he bangs every girl in the school, weekly." I rolled my eyes.

"I hear it every weekend." Cecily shuddered.

"See? I'm no different." I rolled my eyes.

"They're coming over here." Isabelle frowned.

A second later, I heard a slow arrogant voice next to me.

"Hello, ladies."

I cringed, and reluctantly looked up at the group of boys. First, there was Jace Herondale, Cecily and his cousin. He had golden blonde hair and brown eyes that looked gold. Clary had a big crush on him. Second, there was Alec Lightwood, Izzy's twin brother. He was gay, and had only told us a few weeks ago. He had black hair and blue eyes. Lastly, there was him. My sworn enemy.

Will Herondale.

His dark black hair was styled neatly, and his bright blue eyes were focused on me. He was smirking at me, and resisted the urge to hit his face. Will was the school's biggest player. Every week he was with a different girl, and he was a bad boy. Will was hot. Really hot, and he knew it. That made me hate him even more. Cecily was his twin sister.

"Tessa." Will greeted me, still smirking.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

"Still as feisty as ever, I see." He smirked.

"Yes, I still would be from twenty-four hours ago when you tried talking to me." I said sarcastically.

"What are you doing here, Will?" Cecily asked tiredly.

"To say hello to Tessa." He said, amused.

"Well now you've said hello, so can you leave?" I glared at him.

"Why, Tess?" Will made a pouty face.

I hated it when he called me that. "Because I hate you."

"Oh, you can't mean that. You know that you love me." He smirked.