Sweet Revenge

Sweet Revenge - Part Two

The next three hours blurred together. I didn't see Aimee or Ashton again until lunch. I almost didn't notice Aimee standing by my locker as I went through the same routine I'd be doing. Class, Locker, Class, Locker, Class, Locker. It was rather dull.

"Scarlett!" Aimee said, pulling me out of my thoughts and out of my rut.

"Where have you been?" I hissed to her. Aimee looked the same as she did this morning, but there was a little more color to her face and her shoe was now clean. She looked at me guilt obvious in her green eyes.

"I'm sorry, by the time I had gotten all the mud of my shoe. Class was almost over and I didn't feel like going in." She looked away from me.

"It took you almost an hour to clean mud of your shoe?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. It doesn't take that long.

"Well, yes... and no. I'll explain later, okay? I heard there was an incident with a certain blonde haired boy, you know and love." I sighed. Of course. I threw my bag in my locker.

"Come on. Let's get lunch." She nodded but said nothing.

"I honestly don't know what happened between them." I said a few minutes later, sitting at a round table in the middle of the cafeteria. "I walked up and there was a crowd of people and Ashton and this guy-"

"What's his name?" she asked cutting me off. I looked down at the food on my plate.

"I don't know. I've named him Douchehawk."

"Who did you name?" A voice said from behind me. I heard Aimee suck in a breath. I turned to find a pair a blue eyes staring at me, but they weren't the blue eyes I knew. I heard him chuckle and that stupid smile was on his face again.

"Can I sit?" He asked, not waiting for an answer as he sat down next to me. He winked at me before plucking a fry off my plate and popping it into his mouth. I could feel my mouth drop. Who the hell does he think he?

"Douchehawk. I really hope that's not what you are referring me to as. I'm sorry I couldn't help but overhear your conversation."

"Right now, you're acting like a douche." I wasn't aware that the words came from my mouth until Aimee made a shocked sound.

"Pardon me." He said, bowing his head. Up close he was even more attractive. He had a scar above his right eye, that cut up his eyebrow. I noticed that he had tattoos down both his arms. His eyes were an even lighter blue then Ashton. "My name is Zane Ryder. Not douchehawk. By the way. What made you come up with that name?" He asked at me with a smirk completely ignoring Aimee. My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, the way it did when Ashton was around, only this time it was much stronger. I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Your-r hair." I whispered, blushing and turning away from him.

"What did you do to piss Ashton off?" Aimee demanded regaining her control. I took a drink of my water. Trying to settle the butterflies in my stomach.

"Oh you know, just a lover's quarrel." He said. I couldn't help it. I spit my drink out across the table. Aimee jumped back squealing, earning a few more odd locks from other students, and Zane looked at me.

"L-lovers?" I asked, shocking I'm sure evident in my voice. Zane just looked down at me, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Then he was roaring his head back and laughing; a laughter that came from somewhere deep in his belly. I just looked at him in confusion. Aimee sat back down after making sure her food and seat weren't wet. I could feel her glare burning holes in my face.