Don't Break The Rules

Chapter One

Chapter One

Do you ever get the feeling someone's watching you? The prickly sensation on the back of your neck, all the little hairs standing on end? You have, right? Well, this isn't that. The hairs on the back of my neck are on edge, but I can clearly see every single pair of eyes that are locked onto my position. I can feel the heat running from the top of my head all down my neck. And, worst of all, I can see my lunch slowly dripping down the head of the gorgeous guy standing in front of me. This, however, was no accident.

Let me take a moment to give you some background information here. My name is Iris Walker, and the guy in front of me is the biggest douche bag I have ever had the misfortune of knowing: Nathaniel Stokes. As for the steaming hot soup that is no doubt burning him right at this very moment, let's just say that we don't exactly get along. This wasn't always the case.

I remember sunny summer days with the two of us running around in one of our yards, laughing and screeching the way only kids do when left to play. Our endless days together were full of smiles and fun. That was until we were ten. Nathaniel's parents split and he left with his mom to go back to her family. In London. It had been a rough transition. I hadn't gone a day without him in my life. Nate was born the day before I was. I'm getting off track though, so where was I? Oh, right, the soup.

Nathaniel slowly reached up, wiping the soup from his face with one hand, eyes glinting with enough venom to knock a more cowardly person back a step. "You little-" He lunged at me then, but I wasn't stupid enough to just stand there and wait for his fury. My tray made a loud clatter as I sprinted away despite the killer heels strapped to my feet. I caught laughing breaking out in the cafeteria in my wake. His steps thundered behind me, and I kept taking turns, hoping to get him off my trail.

I swore under my breath. I had just taken a turn into a dead end, skidding to a halt on the spikes of my shoes before I face planted into the wall. I'm going to interrupt again because you're probably wondering "But Iris, why in the world did you dump your soup all over Nathaniel's head?" Or maybe, "My school never served soup, what the heck?" Let's focus on the first question shall we and look back to a few minutes prior to this ridiculous chase.

It's simple really. The almighty douche decided it would be funny to harass the poor girl standing in front of him in the lunch line. Now, normally I wouldn't have paid much mind to any guy screwing around, but he followed behind the girl, unhooked her bra and made a grab for her chest while saying something that I will definitely not repeat for you. So, I decided I would say "Hey, asshole!" and dump my steaming soup over Nate's head. Now, back to the action.

His hand clamped down on my wrist before he yanked me around to face him. Lucky for me I had great balance otherwise I might have fallen off my heels. "What the hell, Walker?" He ground out the words, hand tightening a little uncomfortably.

I had to press my lips together to hold back a laugh at his appearance. Soup was still dripping from his hair onto the floor. A nervous laugh managed to slip past my guard, it was a terribly annoying habit of mine that popped up at the most inopportune time. "Stokes, hey, you know the cafeteria has spoons. There was no need to be so hasty." I said through another laugh.

He scowled, clearly not amused by my quip. Stepping forward so we were nose to nose he spoke in a low voice, "We have an agreement, Walker, and this," he gestured wildly to his sopping appearance, "is not part of it."

I roughly yanked my wrist from his grasp, ignoring the ache that shot through my arm at the motion. "Well, we never said I had to watch you sexually harass an innocent freshman in the middle of the cafeteria." I snapped out the words before pivoting slightly on my heel and brushing past the still fuming Nathaniel.

"Where do you think you're going?" He shouted after me.

"Class you idiot." I said just as the bell rang. Students filled the hall in throngs, effectively separating the two of us.