Rivals

Jerk or Not?

*Andrew's POV*

Great... Another day of school.

I hope that Artemis doesn't get mad at me. I sent the picture of us two to the group chat. She would so kill me if she found out. I think that the picture was only meant to be between the two of us. I commented, "Digging this pic #cute Man Artemis, you are a good photographer...." I hope that if she does see it that she is ok with such a caption. Sadly though the whole group chat said that it wasn't that cute. Blind bastards. I love the picture so much, I put it as my wallpaper.

At School on the Basketball Courts Shooting Hoops All Alone:

"Hey punk!" Artemis yells at me right in the middle of my shot. Like seriously I was shooting a 3. What a bitch. "Hey what was you sending that picture all about? A publicity stunt?!"

"No. I just thought it would be nice to show people since it looks cute." I respond. Short and simple.

"Oh says the one who said, '...Cute? No.' Your words not mine." I was completely confused by what she had said. I never said anything even close to that. Why would I. It wouldn't make any sense.

"I never wrote that!" I argued.

"Ya you did!!!" Does she really not know who said what.

"No I didn't!!!"

"Don't even try that game with me."

"Here's my phone, let me show you." I whip out my phone and pulled open the class group chat and to where I sent the picture. "Digging this pic #cute Man Artemis, you are a good photographer...."

Artemis stared at me like "Wait. What?!" I spoke, "See told you I was innocent!"

"I'm sorry. What I saw it said something else. It said, 'What's with this??? Stupid. Cute?? No.'" Hm. I feel like I know who said that. Oh wait it was everyone. But then everyone was telling me not to get too involved with her. They say she is a heartbreaker. Others say that she went through a million boyfriends and played them all. I don't believe it. I mean she seems really sweet. I can not see her as a heartbreaker but then they say that those are the worst, the cute and innocent ones.

"Ya I never said that. I think one of the other people said that. I don't remember who though. Let me check ok Art." I continued to scroll through the messages to try and see who said it.

"Don't ever call me that again!!!!"

"Ok Art."

"Urgh!! You just never learn do you? I don't like that name. It's a bad memory ok!"

"Fine then Artemis. Have it your way but I think Art sounds cute, just like you..."

"Shut up Grant. Don't do that. Please. I have a boyfriend."

"Oh really who? I'm curious since it is obviously no one here. Tell me."

"No. I won't." She responded. I snatched her already unlocked phone and opened up all of her messages trying to find out who this boyfriend was. I don't know why I wanted to do that, but well I did. I found her Messenger and saw the name: ❤❤Bae❤❤ Oops. Wow I'm disappointed in her. What terrible taste. That guy is ugly as fuck.

"Really. Thats who you're with. Gosh. Which train did you take down to Loser Dating Ville?" I stared at the horrendous picture while scrolling through some of their messages. Art just looked at me completely unfazed and she didn't even blink! That's fucked up. "I'm surprised how offended you are. Most others would be pissed off to no end about that."

"Ya well. I don't care. I deserve the insult."

"You know but if you don't truly care, then break up. It isn't something that means anything and the relationship is worth nothing." OK I am not a relationship counselor but honestly. That is the truth. It's common knowledge. But then if it was such common knowledge then why do good people date the worst.

"Ya. I know. But yet I can't. I just can't bring myself upon to do that at all."

I was unable to respond since the bell decided to ring. Damn you stupid bell. We kinda just parted our ways from the basketball courts.

After School:

"Hey Art!" I yelled at her as she walked away with her friends. What were their names again? Cara and Nagisa? I think. Well. I am ignored.

Later on when I got home I decided to text her since I wasn't able to finish my conversation with her.

*Hey bitch. We didn't finish talking earlier.* I texted.

*Sorry. I was busy. I was going out with my friends.* She responded.

*Well I think that I owe you an apology. I was an ass about sharing the picture.*

*It's fine. I over reacted.*

*So we good now?*

*Ya.*

*Art now that we are good do you want to get to know each other?*

*Ya as long as you stop calling me Art!*

*Ok fine. Well then why do you hate being called Art?*

*Well it's because it reminds me of a bad memory from my past.*

*Oh. Do you mind sharing with me?*

*Not really. So when I was younger, I was bullied by a gang of boys named Christopher, Eric, Chris, and Victor. They would always call me Art but it was quite ironic because I sucked at art. I hated it and hearing the name Art reminds of of those days and it really hurts me. Most of them had back stabbed me and it really hurt.*

*Oh I see. That must be very traumatizing. I would be. I never went through that.*

*Ya it did. I am still hurt.*

*I guess I should stop calling you Art now should I?*

*Actually you know what. You can continue to call me Art. But it's just between you and me.*

*A secret? Just us?*

*Yep.*