Enemies Forever | ✓

one | shooting fights

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chapter one is dedicated to esssea ! i love her books, it was so cute !

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HAILEY'S POV

"LEY, STOP STARING AT HIM BEFORE YOUR FOOD GETS COLD." My best friend, Briella scolded me because she likes warm food more than cold food. Eh.

We were sitting in a table in the cafeteria, and I was watching Chris- like a hawk- walking in the cafeteria.

"I need to watch him carefully because- who knows, Bree? He can magically throw a banana with lots of ants on it to me or he can pour honey on my books and throw it in the trash can? We'll never know." I said and Carter, my guy best friend ruffled my hair.

I hated it when someone ruffled my hair. I looked at Carter and scowled.

"Go away, Carter," I said annoyingly and he stuck out his tongue.

"No, 'cause you're my best friend." Carter said dreamily and I snickered.

Bree laughed while slapping her thigh repeatingly.

I rolled my eyes and suddenly, an apple flew on my head and stuck on there. I grumbled an 'ouch' and scoffed lightly. I think the dumbass used some super sticky glue on the bottom of the apple. Great.

Goddamit, Christian!

I tried to remove the very sticky apple from my head and I was so scared that I needed to get my hair cut after this.

Finally, the apple were not stuck on my head anymore. Bree and Carter helped me to remove it and they glowered at Chris.

I turned my head and saw Christian Peterson and his buddies laughed like ducks. Yikes.

Quack quack quack.

I mentally laughed but quickly mustered up a straight face. Rule number two was, do not have some fun with your enemy.

I stood up from the chair, turned my heel and scowled at Christian. My enemy, rival, you name it. I walked towards him and threw my sandwich on him. The lettuce flew on his front neck then went deeper to his- private area. Oops.

His expression said it all.

Apparently, Chris- I called him Chris because Christian was pretty much mouthful- wore a loose pants (sweatpants). Lucky me!

And that's when all hell broke loose.

I laughed and Chris flared his nostrils and glared at me. He walked towards me and looked like he wanted to punch me but luckily he did not.

It attracted many students watching us and they took out their phones probably to post it on social media, and I gave him a death glare. I hate nosy people. Angry, I punched his face and it must have been pretty hard because his nose bled.

Yes, I hated him so much that I would punch him again all over Atlanta. And also, we were not abusing each other. Everyone kept telling us that and I just get annoyed with it. We were used to hitting each other. Not hitting on him! Gross.