Prologue

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        Alexa's POV

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        I lift my head up from the Pre-Calculus work. "Now why would the nerd stop doing math?" You ask. Simple.

        Someone's shadow is looming directly over my petite head. I hear a sigh and feel a rush of air come over my head, causing me to jump from the warmth of some stranger's breath. Gross. Raising my head, and pushing my gasses onto the brim of my nose, I met face to face with Blaine DeValentine.

        Frick....frick frick frick frick frick.

        I hate Blaine. Possibly even more than I hate my Nokia phone that has the seemingly worst apps and data ever. Possibly more, only possibly...

        "Hey, girlie." He says, with no emotion whatsoever, what a heart-warming person of whom I want to spend all of my time with! But hold up, this is not your demented fantasies where the jock is secretly a "softie" or "in love with me". No. This is a world where I hate Blaine DeValentine with every ounce of blood in my body. This is a world where the jock is...well....your average jock.

        I simply send my head back down to my paper and continue working. Maybe, if he's any kind of nice, he'll get the very clear message that I'm sending and walk away.

        Sure.

        If there is one thing I know about Blain DeValentine, it is that he is persistent as tar. That and his ego could outshine the sun if given enough room.

        Totally possible.

        "You're not going to get rid of me, girlie," He says, annoying-ness dripping from his voice, just the usual. Called it! Told. You. So

        Blaine has this way of ticking me off with the most normal sentences. In fact, he could whisper unicorns in my ear, and I would hate unicorns for the rest of eternity. I'm sorry for sacrificing you, my lovely unicorns....you deserve better than me.

        I resist the urge to cheer from victory of my mad predicting skills, and slowly shake my head, whispering to myself, "Trust me, I know more than anyone."

        And no, my life is not one of your average cliche fantasies. I'm not one of those nerd girls who used to be bff's with the popular boy, but then he ditched her and then she cries and avoids him. Boo. Hoo. Well suck it up, because that's not my story.

        The only reason I know Blaine is because of Madeline. But even so, I hate him with every cell in my body, nonetheless. Because of Madeline.

        "Baby c'mon," He says, giving it one lasts cheesy attempt, and reaching for my hand. So, I do what any other sane girl would do. Thinking from instincts (I swear) I grab my textbook, that big old math one, and slam it as hard as I can on his hand.

        After I pull the textbook back up, Blaine quickly brings his hand to his chest, spitting out profanities by the millisecond. 

        Oops! What can I say, I've got a mean textbook power smack.

        Well, whatever, he deserved every bit of it.

        Then, the frown on Blaine's face is replaced with a malignant smirk, slowly creeping. "You hurt me," He states slowly, almost as if he was teaching me to talk or something.

        "No sith Sherlock," I say, but then realize that I'm not supposed to be talking to him by any means. Doctor's orders?

        "I see you wanted to join the conversation," Blaine says in a teasing voice.

        I get up and speed past him, to the door exiting the cafeteria. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. And there is no need to re-assure myself of that. I'll hate him from now to the end of time. Pushing the door, I intend to walk out. But wait....don't forget about Blaine the douchebag.

        Blaine grabs my wrist, pulling me back. As he pulls harder, I begin to use more and more strength. Then, suddenly, Blaine the douchebag lets go, sending me hurdling towards the ground. Once I do hit the ground, my head is throbbing, probably not from the ground though. Oh no, it's probably from hearing his voice for 5 minutes too long.

        "Not so fast....girlie," Blaine says, "You owe me."

        Frick. 

        How is it, that I completely screwed up my life, by choosing to do my math homework in the cafeteria?

       

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