This is War

Chapter 2

Chapter Two - Natalie's P.O.V



I guess I should clarify something before I continue. This is not a story about Noah and I falling in love after years of arguing and bickering in case you were confused. No; this is a story of me getting my revenge on him. 

Okay, back to Earth now. 

Although I mentioned Cambridge High School wasn't cliche, word spread like wildfire. By fourth period, I'm pretty sure every student, even the freshman, and every teacher, even the janitors, knew what went down between Noah and I during first period. I'll admit though, it was pretty nice seeing that shock on that pretty little self-absorbed face of his when I stood up to him-- literally.

"Earth to Natalie!" Kate snapped her fingers in front of my face, pulling me out of my daze.

I smiled sheepishly, "Sorry."

She sighed, "Come on. Let's just go to lunch."

Nodding, I closed my locker and began walking to the cafeteria with her, "So do you think everyone will be talking about it?"

"Maybe," She shrugged as she piled some salad onto her plate. Grabbing a granola bar, she paid and waited for me. Water bottle in hand, I paid and followed her to our table in the middle of our lunch room.

Okay, maybe we were a little cliche.

"Natalie, baby!" Dylan exclaimed as I sat down next to him. He slung his arm loosely around my shoulders, "Where's your lunch?"

I shrugged, "Not hungry right now."

"It's that prick Noah, isn't it?" Logan asked.

Instead of responding, I kept quiet, taking a swig of water. I couldn't lie to them; they were my friends. I could just refuse to answer, rather than lie.

"I'm gonna murder that boy," Kate ground out, stabbing her salad. Margo and Olivia agreed with her and the trio began to form a plan.

"...And once we get into his room-" Kate was cut off by Margo.

"We can shower him with kisses?" The brunette suggested.

We all groaned and Olivia slapped her upside the head, "No, idiot. We're gonna chop his nuts off!"

Logan and Dylan squeaked while cupping their man-hoods, causing me to laugh, "Not you guys. Noah."

I looked over my shoulder to make sure he didn't magically appear and interrupt again. Thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen.

"Well I think he's a creep," Dylan voiced.

I scoffed "Creep is the understatement of the century."

"Yeah," Kate piped, emerging from the other conversation at our table, "He's a class-A douche."

"Most guys are," Margo spoke.

Olivia's eyes widened and she gasped, "Margo, did you just say something intelligent!?"

Logan intervened, "Hey! Wait a minute-"

"Oh look! Time to go!" I sang, effectively cutting off the beginning of World War III. Standing up, we walked out and congregated at my locker. I was about to open it when I heard a laugh. A laugh that I hadn't heard in a while, but remembered it all too well.

Stopping my hand, I faced my friends, "Stand back."

The did as told and I pulled the cool metal door open, standing behind the door. A whipped cream pie popped out, stopping where my face would've been.

Turning around, I found him immediately. He was leaning against a locker, typing away on his phone. Marching up to him, possibly with steam emanating from my ears, I slapped his phone down and out of his hands. It hit the floor, cracking the screen.

He raised his head from looking down to meet my eyes, his own blue eyes narrowed with a dangerous expression on his face.

I was used to it.

"My locker is private, Hall. Go through it again and I'll make sure you never have any Noah Jr's." I threatened.

"Oh re--" He stopped himself mid-sentence and suddenly smirked, "That wouldn't work out too well, considering you want to make Noah Juniors with me."

A crowd began to form around our "disagreement".

I scoffed, "Please hall, I'm not a slut like you. And I'd rather have to gouge my own eyes out that sleep with you."

"Slut? That's low, even for you, Brooks," He shot back at me.

Glaring, I took a step closer to him, "This is war."

"It always was," He inched towards me.

"You haven't even begun to experience the hell I'm about to unleash," I muttered lowly.

His eyes darkened, "You're on, Brooks."

"Bring it, Hall," I spoke through clenched teeth.

"Move it along people! Come on, get to class, all of you!" Mr. Brock, the meanest biology teacher in the world yelled at everyone. He narrowed his eyes at us, "You two, principal's office, now."

In silence, we walked to Principal Jenkins' office.

I hadn't been down there since sophomore year; my last prank to Noah Hall. He was there too, but he was covered in eggs, flour and feathers.

I'm very creative, I know.

When we entered the room, Mr. Jenkins sighed, "What happened this time?"

"He put a whipped cream pie in my locker and rigged it so it would hit me in the face," I answered.

At the same time, Noah said, "She threw my phone across the hall!"

I scoffed, "I did not throw it!"

"You still broke it!" He shot back.

"You broke into my locker!" I retorted.

Noah shrugged, "You annoy me."

Rolling my eyes, I folded my arms and sat back in the chair, "Real mature."

He stuck his tongue out at me.

"You two need to learn to get along this year. As for what both of you have done; detention for a week. Together." Mr. Jenkins ordered.

I groaned.

"Tom," Noah started, leaning forward in his seat, "She didn't actually get hit with the pie."

"I'll ask you to address me as Mr. Jenkins, Mr. Hall," He said sternly, "Now get out of my office before I get a migraine."

We walked out and suddenly I was pinned against the lockers, his arms wrapping around my biceps, "You're playing a very dangerous game."

His voice was low, scarier than I ever remembered him talking in before.

I glared at him, "I'm not scared of you."

"You should be," He practically growled before placing me back on the ground and storming down the hall.

Straightening my top, I rolled my eyes at his retreating back, "Asshole."

"I heard that!" He called back, not looking.

I rolled my eyes as the bell rang and students began piling out of class. Kate ran up to me, "What happened!?"

"Detention for a week with the asshole," I sighed, shaking my head.

Kate frowned, "I'm so sorry."

"Why is Kate sorry?" Logan questioned, walking up to us with all our other friends.

"Because," Kate began.

I finished for her, "I'm stuck in detention for a week with Noah."

"Unbelievable! He'll probably end up murdering you!" Dylan exclaimed.

Unconsciously, I rubbed my arms where he held me up against the lockers.

Olivia gave me a curious look, "Are you okay?"

I couldn't lie to them.

"Well, after we left Jenkins' office he kinda held me against the lockers and threatened me," I admitted.

Dylan knocked his fist against the locker and looked at Logan, who was equally pissed, "Let's go kill this guy."

I held up my hand, "Calm down. This is my fight; besides, it didn't hurt. And he's really bad at threats."

They all sighed and I mentally smiled in triumph.

Win.

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