Bad Idea, Mister Bad Boy

Alias: Moron

"Me. You. A party. This friday."

I closed my locker, glaring at the boy who stood next to me.

His blue eyes and tanned skin would've made any girl swoon at his feet. Unless, like me, they knew him.

Matt.

Alias: Playboy, Heartbreaker.

"You. Me. Me punching you. Right now," I said.

"Aw c'mon babe. You know you want this," he said, leaning closer.

"No, I don't want herpes. But I'm sure some other girl does," I said.

He smirked at me, putting his arms on either side of me and pinning me to the lockers.

"This isn't going to go well for you if you don't let me go in five seconds," I snarled.

"I know you play dirty in the bedroom for Damon and that new kid Hunter. Why don't you try a new guy? Like me?" He said, leaning closer.

I sighed, shaking my head.

And then my foot flew up, right into his crotch.

He crumpled and I sighed, flipping my hair over my shoulder.

I crouched down, looking into his bloodshot eyes.

"Let me tell you something babe: even if you ate a magnet and I was made of metal, I still wouldn't be attracted to you," I said.

He glared at me, breathing heavily and clutching his crotch.

I stood up, walking away.

"You bitch!" he said, lunging at me.

My eyes widened, but before he reached me, he was yanked back.

I looked up, meeting the eyes of Hunter.

He had pulled Matt back, away from me.

"Told you a kick to the crotch would fix my problems," I smirked, crossing my arms over my chest.

He raised an eyebrow, looking at Matt who was groaning on the floor next to him.

"Ok maybe it didn't fix all of them, but I could handle myself well enough that he got off me," I said.

"Well enough that he almost hurt you severely?" He questioned.

"Ugh. Killjoy," I muttered.

He looked down at Matt, then walked up to me.

"About what he said..."

"What? The whole 'getting dirty in the bedroom with you and Damon' thing?"

"Yeah...I don't know who was spreading rumors about that, but I'll find out for you. I swear if it was Damon I'll-"

I laughed and he looked at me in shock.

"Don't bother. I already know who it was," I said, walking away.

"Uh...Hey! Wait! Who was it?" He asked, grabbing my arm.

Fear froze my veins at his touch, it was so familiar.

"Stop struggling."

"You're hurting me," I whispered, curling into a little ball.

He grabbed my arm, yanking me up. "Stop fucking complaining. I've done everything for you. I've got you noticed at school! And never once have you thanked me!"

I cried out, then fell silent as his hand hit my cheek.

"Seriously? You're so soft on her," the girl said, putting her on her hip.

He looked down at me, throwing me down and kicking me.

"I was just warming up."

He seemed to notice my distress and he let go.

"It was Ashley," I said, crossing my arms and smirking.

"How do you know? It could have been anyone," he said, surprised.

I laughed. "Only she'd think of a half assed scheme like this," I said.

He watched me as I walked away and I felt a shiver creep down my spine.

Hunter was so much like him.

Too much like him.

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"Are you serious?"

"Um yeah. Why would I lie about this?" Ashley asked.

I smirked, my hand on the lock of the bathroom stall.

"I heard Damon rejected you for her," the other person said.

I recognized the voice as Staceys'.

Alias: Queen Bee.

Ashley sniggered. "Of course he didn't reject me. He practically begged me to sleep with him. I turned him down when I saw him with that slut Ryann. I was like, 'Why are you even with that freak?' He said that she did him some favours in the bedroom," Ashley said,"He said she sleeps with any guy who'll take her. Including that new Kid, Hunter."

"Omg! Did they have like, a threesome or something?" Stacey asked, disgusted wonder in her voice.

"Totally," Ashley replied.

"Ew! Why would they even pick her?" Stacey asked.

I used this as my cue and opened the stall door. Ashley didn't notice me at first.

"That is gross. I mean why pick a freak like Ryann?" I asked sweetly.

"Don't ask me. I'm only saying what Damon said," Ashley replied, looking in the mirror.

Her eyes widened as they met mine and I smirked. "Do we know the same Damon? Or did all those STD's you have finally reach your brain, Ashley ?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Oh um Ryann..." Stacey flustered, her eyes wide and scared as I looked at her.

"Save your breath. You're gonna need it for when you blow up your date later," I said, waving my hand and opening the bathroom door.

"I'd watch your back Freak," Ashley hissed,"If you thought your life was bad before, just wait."

"Jeez, Ashley. Are you on medication for that jealousy?" I asked, laughing.

"Watch your back freak!" She screeched.

"Only if you start watching your weight!" I sang, walking away.