Head 2 Head

Chapter 1

Chapter 1     (Chace P.O.V)

I hated the looks that I was getting. They made my skin crawl. Especially the ones that were coming from the opposite end. I had no trouble guessing which person was giving me the hungry look.

Shuddering, I fixed my scowl on before pulling off the helmet I was wearing and swung off my bike. Luckily, I had managed to sneak into school early to stash all my stuff in my room. No one had to know I had gone for an early ride.

The muttering started as soon as my feet hit the gravelly ground of the private parking lot. It didn't take a genius to guess I was the topic. I knew I was good looking, I knew I had the attitude, I was well aware that I was a bad boy, so why couldn't they just leave me alone?

Getting some attention from the lads was no big deal. They almost worshipped the groud I stood on and I was not complaining. It was not like they were gonna hook me from behind. The babies were shit scared of me and some had proved that by peeing in their pants when I caught them petting my baby- my bike. 

This school was crap. I had no idea why I returned to it every term. Well I did, but that was the only reason, and nothing more. I loved sports, and lucky for me, I was a pro - not afraid to admit it either. This stinkin' school was well known for its athletic students, many who had made it big. I was a rare student, allowed into this snobbish place for the rich and the stupid, because of my star abilities.

Truthfully, I would never have come here if mum hadn't egged me on. Even on her deathbed that woman was scary and I was more than willing to bend to her wishes. Especially if she had my best interest in mind. The woman had given everything up for me and I was just repaying her, in the slightest ways possible.

It didn't make me a good guy. I was constantly fighting and mashing up teachers. Last year I had slammed Mr Brody's face into the white board for giving me a detention and making me miss practise. The old man had broken his nose, left for the hospital, and had never returned. I was not complaining. The class played their loyal roles and kept their zippers shut. No one wanted me snapping their necks. Everyone knew I was capable of it.

As much as I hated this place and as much as I wanted to run away from it, it still was nothing compared to that jerk boy, Aaron.

Aaron, that idiot. He was a constant pain in the ass and the head and neck and just about everywhere else. It was safe to say I hated his guts, his pea brain and everything else that had anything to do with him. If I ever had the opportunity to drive a stake through his Edward Cullen heart, I would do it without hesitation.

Problem was, the lady was a golden boy. The lowest kind. He was Mr Popular, and not for his bad boy reputation. Sure he got through fifty girls everyday, but he was too much of a pussy to fight even a girl. I doubted he could swat a fly. I'd dance in a tutu if that was even a possibility.

Think of the devil...

The screams of the girls were the first sign of warning. Guess what? Golden boy was here. The stinkin ass actually came in a long black limo, no doubt stored with his term full supplies. The promise of party was in the air.

I watched in amusement as the long black veichale came through the large iron gates of the school, followed by a procession of cheerleaders. Shuddering, I thanked my glares that I was not clung on to like that.

Sure, I got through my fair share of girls, but I was not the commitment type. Everyone knew that, and pissingly, it kept them interested. These girls were looking forward to a job in slavery. The kind that had their wild desires fed to the brim.

Shaking my head, I slipped my bike key into my pocket and strode over, past the skimpy dressed girls and the jocks, towards the dorms on the other side of campus, behind the huge red bricked school building. No doubt that, now the lady was here, the rest of the school body would be also. Noise just wasn't my thing and I wanted some peace. Waking up at six in the morning could make any guy cranky.

"Chace, wait up!"

Now who wouldn't recognise that screech anywhere. I was so not stopping to listen to her. Rita. The school's number one slut, and bimbo. The only experience that girl had was the kind that did not help with future life. Not that she would ever take a job. Her family had enough money to support the whole of America. But I was sure, without any doubts, that if the contract to that slavery ever came, she would be the first to sign.

That bit** had some leg power. She managed to catch me, gripping onto my arm and doubling over to catch her breath. I shoved her aside, not at all willing to lend my arm.

"What the hell do you want, woman?" I was not patient. First days back were always a pain and I really wanted to nap before first lesson.

Unfortunately, Rita did not understand that me shoving her away meant that I did not want her anywhere near me. She pressed closer, her claws raking my face and scratching my new biker jacket.

"Piss off, woman!" I snarled at her, shrugging free.

"But Chace baby, I missed you." Rita purred, attempting to come closer to me again.

I swear women were nuts. No female had I met, other than my mother, who was in possession of a brain. Rita was definitely not an exception to that.

"Yeah right," I stepped back, giving her a dirty, "And I've been cleaning dishes at the local diner. Go disturb somebody else woman, I got a life to live."

"Oh you poor baby," Rita carried on advancing, looking sympathetic, "Did your parents not give you enough pocket money?"

See people like Rita were just pathetic. I doubt they knew that they were rich and the rest of the world was dying from hunger. It really made my blood boil. 

"Will you leave, woman?" I was really going to snap at her if she did not leave me be. My head was throbbing from lack of sleep.

Clearly, her mind failed to understand what I meant. She carried on advancing, as if she had any hope of cornering me anywhere. If there was anyone who was going to be pulling anything off, it would be me. But I was so not going anywhere near her diseased self. She had been with all the males of this school and god knows how many symptoms she carried around with her. I was not sticking around to find out.

And she was really not my type. The small leather skirt she was wearing was not enough to cover a pebble, forget her large behind, and her shirt was probably something she brought from a newborns store. I'm sure even a kid would not fit in it. And it was still a mystery how she could balance her lanky frame on those thin heeled shoes she was wearing. A mystery I was not about to solve.

"Chace baby, don't be like th-"

Men can do a lot of things when they're angry. I was honestly thinking of striking her, even though I had been brought up to think otherwise, but I manged to strain myself. Instead I turned around and left her, talking to herself. See what I meant by bimbo? The bi*** had no idea I had left her.

Rubbing my aching temples, I quickened my pace, turning the bend to hurry out of Rita's sight. Seriously, first days were always killers. I felt as if I was going to faint. A cheer rang out behind the school. Golden boy had probably stepped out of his limo now. Feeling more pissed, I lowered my head and carried on towards the dorms.

I was not planning on crashing outside. I had a reputation to keep, and I was so gonna get Golden boy back for causing my headache to spark up. He was gonna go through hell this year.

What was a last year without any drama?