The Greatest

Just A Boy

>Chapter 1<
Just A Boy
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"Jesus shit!"

I screamed expletives as my coffee spilled all over my nice new outfit, staining it a putrid shade of brown. There were a hundred thoughts running through my mind, and 99 of them were different ways to kill whoever the hell just ran into me and caused this mess.

"Watch where you're fucking going next time, you inconsidera-" I was cut off by a pair of familiar brown eyes staring at me intently. That pair of eyes belonged to my mortal enemy, Kade Walter.

"I am so fucking sorry." He said in a snarky tone. He meandered into the bathroom and got heaps of paper towel. As soon as he reached the mess, he stopped down onto all fours and started sopping up the coffee on the floor. There was only a small amount of coffee on the floor; my clothes, however, were soaked in it. My white blouse now looked like somebody had soaked it in the Detroit River, and he was worried about the floor, which the janitor could easily clean. I decided to get his attention in a bitchy way.

"Ahem." Kade looked up, and I motioned to my blouse. His smirked as he lifted himself off the the floor.

"Oh my God. You look awful. Like, your resting bitch face has turned into full on pissed off bitch face. And oh my God, your shirt looks like somebody sh-" He was cut off when my hand connected with his cheek. It was my turn to talk.

"You listen here you inconsiderate piece of shit. You may find this funny, but I'm not fucking laughing, am I? This shirt cost me $38, and I expect you to pay me back in full. And if by chance it stained my $60 Victoria's Secret bra, I expect you to pay me back for that, as well. Oh, and the coffee was $5, so you owe me roughly $100, give or take. Who's got the pissed off bitch face now?"

Kade stared at me for a minute, seemingly trying to process what I just said. After a minute, he replied, and his response took me by surprise.

"Alright."

"Wait, for real?" I responded. Oh my God, did hell just freeze over? He chuckled slightly.

"Yes, really. On one condition: I'm taking you to the mall and buying you $100 worth of anything you want." He gave me a smirk.

"Oh HELL no. I just want my money. I didn't want to win a free mall trip with an inconsiderate asshole." I responded, smoke practically rolling out of my ears.

"It's either that or you don't get your money back." He said with a smirk. God, I hate this boy.

"Fuck you." I said through gritted teeth. Kade beamed with pride.

"So, meet me in the parking lot after school. You're gonna have the time of your life." He responded with a wink. I rolled my eyes, and we parted ways.

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"I'm telling you, Sarah, he did it on purpose." I told my best friend as we walked to my locker.

"I'm telling you, Briannah, you're overreacting. Kade Walter may br a world class douche, but he's not an asshole. He would never run into you on purpose." I rolled my eyes at her. Sarah may be my best friend, but her crush on Kade has seriously blinded her to his asshole tendencies. Yes, she realizes that he's a major fuckboy, but she chooses to ignore that.

"Okay, Sarah. Keep telling yourself that he's Mister Perfect. But when you come crashing down from cloud 9, remember that the rest of us down here on planet Earth tried to warn you." I replied, as Sarah returned the eye roll I head given her earlier.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Kade came strolling down the hallway toward Sarah and I. As he approached, Sarah transformed from my cool, fun, smart bestie, into a giggly mess.

"H-hi Kade. I'm Sarah, even though I'm sure you probably know that. Shit. I'm sorry. I love your jacket. Where'd you get it?" After acting like a damn fool, she caught her breath and looked from Kade to the floor, and back to Kade again.

"I know who you are, Sarah. Who could forget you? Thanks, by the way. I got it at Sears." He replied, effortlessly suave, before turning to me.

"Ready to go, m'lady?" He asked, filled to the brim with sarcasm.

"Fuck you." I responded before grabbing my jacket, slamming my locker, and following him to the parking lot.

There were a plethora of cars in the parking lot, but I could easily see Kade's. His powder blue Camry suck out like a sore thumb amongst all of the clunkers that us average students drive.

"You know, I fucking hate you, but I love your car." I said as I climbed into the passenger seat. I could get used to this.

"This car is my baby. I had to get a 4.0 GPA for 2 years in order for my parents to buy her for me." He replied, with what looked like a genuine smile. I feigned a heart attack.

"Wait, you mean Kade Walter, world class douchebag, is a straight A student? Holy fucking shit!" He laughed. And not sarcastically. He actually full on died of laughter; which, in turn, made me laugh.

"Well, I may be a douchebag, but I'm thoughtful enough to take you to the mall and buy you $100 worth of whatever your heart desires, so at least I'm not a complete dick." He laughed again before starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot.

As we drove, I head the craziest thought: Maybe, just maybe, Kade isn't the worst person on the planet after all.