2:29 AM

Chapter One

 In high school, there are a shit load of weird kids. So, it always sucks when you get new seats. You've just started at adjust to weirdos and the freaks and the bitches and the jackasses.

New seat time and you get paired with some loser and you have to switch all of your shit around.

"Class, today you're getting new partners," Mr. Burton tells us. There's collective groans. "Oh, pipe down, would you?" he asks. He looks down at his chart. He rambles off some pairings and then he says, "Andy, we have you third row from the back, left desk, with...Colton," he says.

"Ugh," I groan. I walk to the table and take the seat closest to the window. Colton has a bit a reputation. He seems to have fucked most girls in our school, like condoms: one and done.

He sashays over to our table and sits down. "Sup?" he asks. I scoot my chair over a bit and push my bangs out of my face. They're getting long.

"Cole, isn't it?" I ask him.

"Colton," he corrects and looks at me. And by looks, I mean he checks me out. Bastard. "And you're...Addy?"

"Andy," I say. I pull out my notebook and start copying notes from the board. I stare outside and it's raining. It almost always rains.

"Nice pigtails," Colton says, he grins at me and he tugs on one of them. My hair wouldn't cooperate this morning. I swat his hand away.

"Um, I don't think so," I tell him. I look up and then at him. "So, you're that guy, huh? The one that had sex with the student teacher in the Principal's office? You were basically asking to be caught. I mean, why wouldn't you lock the door or maybe shut the blinds?"

"Too time consuming," he says. I look up and keep copying notes.

"How many kids do you have? Ten? Fifteen? I bet you have a lot of girls prego," I say in a bored voice. He laughs.

"Not a one. They all used the pill," he tells me, winking. He lowers his voice when he says the pill.

"You're fucking disgusting," I tell him.

"You're mouthy," Colton tells me. He has an amused expression on his face. I stare at him blankly.

"Gee, you've really got me figured out," I say sarcastically. "You know we're supposed to take notes, right?"

"Have you got me figured out?" His forest green eyes are dancing with entertainment.

"You're a manwhore and you know a lot of people but you don't have any friends. You expect everyone to think you're good looking or attractive, but you don't expect them to look at you for you are. You're also vain and shallow," I tell him.

"You're a smart girl, aren't you?" Colton asks.

"Yep, and you're not that deep of a person," I tell him.

"Why haven't I noticed you before? I definitely would have remembered that. I've gotta say I've always prefered curvy to size zero," Colton says, looking up and down my figure.

"You're a fucking pig," I say, "I try to keep to myself." I look down. I'm just wearing boyfriend jeans and a t-shirt and sneakers. I have curvy hips and big boobs, but it's not like I'm a whore that goes around flashing her shit.

I dig in my backpack and pull out two pieces of spearmint gum. I pop them in my mouth and finish the notes.

Colton doesn't even try to hide the fact he's checking me out. The bell rings and Colton jumps up. I shove my notebook in my bag and he turns to me and says, "See you around, Andy." He walks away, not carrying back pack or anything. His shirt is hiked up in the back so you can see the waistband of his boxers. It's not that bad a view, I have to admit.