Bite Me

Chapter 2

"Are you fucking insane," I hissed to Marcella as I practically dragged her out of the class. "What the hell, Cella?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Suck it up."

"How would you feel if I asked Emily to work with you and me?" I asked. She stopped walking, forcing me to stop too, and fixed me with an annoyed look.

"Why do you dislike Mason so much? He's a pretty nice guy, you know," she chided.

"He's an asshole," I said stubbornly.

"He's an asshole? You were the one who was a jerk to him first, K."

"I'm a jerk to everyone," I said nonchalantly, shrugging. Cella scoffed.

"Yeah, and finally someone doesn't just sit there and take it. I think it's a good thing he gives you a hard time. You need to deflate that ego of yours."

"The only thing that needs to happen is him learning his place. Have you seen him? When he walks into a room, he makes eye contact with every single person, as if he's establishing his dominance or some dumb shit. I swear, he probably pisses on the ground to mark his territory or something. He thinks he so macho, like he's some kind of big shot," I ranted.

The more I thought about him, the more frustrated I grew. "It's like he knows how much attention everyone gives him," I continued angrily. "He's the 'hot new kid' and he knows it. He bathes in the attention. He fucking swims in it!"

"Kinda like you?" Marcella quipped, catching me off guard.

"What?"

"Oh come on," Cella crossed her arms over her chest and looked at me expectantly. "You know it's true. You get just as much attention. Everyone looks at you when you walk into a room. Girls like Emily constantly flirt with you. And you love it. You love the way everyone knows your name. You love the way you're pinned as 'bad boy', because you know that it only attracts more eyes. You love the way you can reject girl after girl but they just keep coming because you're Kieran Callisto.

"You're the dude that everyone wants but no one can have. Girls wish they could be with you, guys wish they could be you because the girl they like likes you. The only difference between you and Mason is that he's more approachable. I think that's why you don't like him; you think he'll steal your attention. You knew from the moment you saw him that he would be a rival," Marcella finished, seemingly satisfied with herself.

"You done?" I asked boredly, causing my friend to glare. "For the record, I'm not an attention whore. And the reason I don't like him goes way beyond that. He's not what he say he is."

Cella raised her eyebrows challengingly. "Oh, and you are?"

"Shut up," I grumbled. "That's not what I—"

"Hey, Cella!" I groaned out loud at the sound of Mason's voice. "When are we going to start working on the project?" He asked as he reached us, ignoring my existence entirely.

"Hello to you, too," I said sarcastically. Mason didn't spare me a glance, but I found satisfaction in the way his jaw clenched.

"Well, have you already read Macbeth?" Cella asked. "Grumpy over here and I have."

Mason nodded. "Yeah, I read it last year. Can't promise that I remember it much, though."

Cella smiled and shrugged. "Neither do I, but I'm not rereading it. I'm sure we can find anything we need online. Since we're ahead, though, we should start working on it soon and get it over with."