Freak Show (Carnival Series book 1)

Freak Show (Trevor Moran )

"Go die!" I screamed. Trevor just laughed.

"Go die," he says in a mimicking tone. "Like I haven't heard that one before." I roll my eyes at him. God, he's such an ass. I huff, and turn around to leave. "Thank God you're leaving. I was tired of looking at your face. " He calls. I spin back around and march towards him. I come up close enough to his face that I can feel him breathing.

"Fine. if you don't like looking at my face, why don't you just stare at it some more? It doesn't quite equal all the shit you've done to me, but it's a close second." I shout at him. He scoffs, and walks away. I don't move a muscle, until I'm positive he's gone. With my arms folded across my chest, I stomp down the hallways of the high school, trying to get back to my locker. Unfortunately, I was so lost in my own anger, I got lost in the school. I'm a ninth grader, so I just started here. Trevor is a tenth grader, who decided I was gonna be his ninth grade victim.

I quickly figured out where I was, and changed my route.

2378...2379... ahh, 2380. I put in the combo, and open the creaky, metal door. Glitter shot out at me as soon as it was opened. I am a very disorganized person, so along with the glitter, out came my books. After I brushed off as much of the glitter as I could, I noticed a note that fell out.

party time! from, Trevor. Again, he's an ASS. How did he even get all the glitter into my locker? I sigh. It really doesn't matter how. The only thing that matters is if I get hm back. This is his revenge from me pouring milk down his shirt during lunch. He's pretty clever, I'll give him that, but he's going down. I grabbed my things, and slammed the cold door shut.

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"You know who I hate? Trevor Moran." I say to my table, as Trevor walks past with a group of his friends. Lydia rolls her eyes.

"You tell us this every day, Andraya. We know you hate him." Lydia tells me. I purse my lips and bite my tongue. I do say that every day. Oh well. At least they know it. "I think he just likes you." Lydia adds. Throw up fills my mouth.

"I just puked a little." I reply. Lydia laughs and goes back to whatever conversation she was in with Olivia.

When I saw Trevor for the first time, I thought he was really hot. His hair was shaped perfectly, his blue eyes were sparkling with happiness, his huge grin spread across his beautiful face. But he must've seen me as evil. As soon as our eyes met, the happiness I saw was clouded by anger and hatred. His smile was wiped clean off his face, and the room seemed a bit darker. I knew he hated me. And with the perfection gone, I saw the darkness in him and I hated it. We spoke once, before the pranks started. It went something like this, "Get out of my way, lardo." "Go screw. yourself."

Yup. My friends tell me he just likes me but i say, "There is no way in hell, that Trevor Moran, even likes me a little." Whatever. I am sooo much better than him anyways. Hes a grubby guy. He needs a shower. Ew.

How am I gonna get him back for the glitter though? Maybe accidentally ram into him with my lunch and spill it all over him? Sounds good. I wait for Trevor to get up to return his tray.

I stand, taking my untouched food with me. I walk up behind him, close enough that when he turned around he'd run into me. I angled the food so that it would hit him, not me. And now comes the good part.

Trevor spun around and before he could realize that i would right behind him, he took a step forwards. The plate of cold potatoes and gravy dumped all over his shirt.

"Crap! I'm sorry!" I say sarcastically. He glares at me, and begins wiping the potatoes off him with his hands. Next thing i know, he swiped some potato all the across my forehead. Now im gonna have a mini mount everest on my face! I get some of the food on his shirt and put it in his hair.

"What is wrong with you, Andraya?!" He exclaims. Thats when i realized the whole cafeteria was watching us. I storm off to the girls bathroom to scrub the greasy gravy off my face. It was probazbly too late though. The grease had already settled into my pores. This is the time when i wonder what his revenge is going to be. I worry whether i should be scared or not.

I decide i shouldnt be scared and continue with my day. I get out of school, and go home.