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9//Hart, Hart

Zac's POV

I stopped dead on my tracks when I saw her.

Her, Megan Hart. Just the sound of her name on my head made my heart flutter and do little jumps. I can surely recognise that it's her. Thanks to stalking skills and the applications Instagram and Twitter.

"Who is it?" Daphne nudged me but still, I stood there, speechless.

Oh shit, she's turning around. And she's walking towards our direction, her red studded heels clicked as she took a step.

Oh my sweet Jesus, she noticed me!

"Hey Zac," She greeted, twirling a bit of strand of her hair. She was wearing her cheerleader top with rippeJd red skinny jeans. To top it off, she wore her red studded heels and put her hair into a messy ponytail.

'Do not stutter Zachary' I muttered to myself. "Hi Megan."

Mission 1: Accomplished!

"I was wondering where your brother, Tristan, is," She smiled and bit her bottom lip.

May I say that she is really good at seducting people.

Oh yeah, I'm only known around the school because of Tristan.

Everybody knows me as his 'innocent little brother'. It's like I'm his shadow or something! It's ridiculous!

"Uh, I don't really know where he is. He's usually - ," I was cut off by Megan's hand on my mouth.

She smiled and said, "Yeah, yeah. Can you tell him that I'm having a party tonight at my house and he's invited?"

"Right, I'll get on with that."

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Daphne's POV

Oh here comes Megan Hart with her slutty minions beside her.

And may I just say that she has a horrible fashion sense.

A cheerleader top and red ripped skinny jeans and red studded heels?! Come on!

Why is she wearing all red today? Her face doesn't even fit the colors she's wearing!

Oh it will fit when I punch the shit outta her face and leaving her there in her own pool of blood.

That'd be great.

I stared at the way she looks at Zac. She looks at everybody like that. Like they're the prey and she's the predator. She is always hungry for attention.

She never had a serious relationship with a guy before. First, she's in a relationship. Then, weeks - not even months- sometimes only days, she breaks up with him.

Lovely, right?

She's only popular because of being the captain of our cheerleadng squad and her, Aunt, Mrs. Veronica Hart, also the principal of Middleston High School.

Tell me again why I enrolled in this school?

She's like the warden of this hell of a prison. I never enjoyed the view of seeing her infront of me.

She looked and pouted her lips at me. She gave me a pity look as I adjusted the strap of my bag.

"Oh hi there Daphne," She faked a smile and I did one back at her.

"Didn't see you there, Daph," She moved a little closer to me and smirked. She put a hand on her hip and handed her 'slutty bag' to Allysa, one of her minions.

Why? Am I that beautiful to ruin your silicon surgery face with those eyes that's been stretched too damn far to even see me?!

Or your eyes just can't handle this crowning glory because of the light that burned your eyes in hell?!

Why didn't you stay down there for the rest of your life?!

Oh yeah, because you were to damn cold to be in hell!

We used to be best fucking friends, until she came along.

McKenzie Simpson. A dropout. A criminal. A rebel. A delinquent. A drug dealer, you name it. She has everything a good girl lacks. She dropped out of school because she was accused of taking drugs and all that shit.

She came around when we were 10, she moved in San Diego from Italy. She doesn't have a thick accent because she told us that their family always move from time to time because of desperate matters.

She always hangs around with us whenever Megan is there, even though she is not invited. She tried to get away with Megan but she politely declined because we always had a 'movie night' everynight. Kenzie, as Megan calls her, is pretty much like a white girl. She's not that kind of girl who wears all black, goth earrings, studded bracelets, and has a gothic haircut. She's actually the complete opposite.

She wears so much bright colors and high heels. I know you may think that she's damn innocent but, she's not.

She's the cause that Megan and I can't look at each other's eyes without trying to kill each other.

Mckenzie told Megan things about me that aren't even true. She made up rumors about me that I, Daphne Hampton, kissed and dated Megan Hart's boyfriend, Brad Cole.

She went wild and tore up one of my favorite books.

That book was damn expensive!

We haven't talked for a few weeks after that happened. Then she came back running to me.

At least that's what I thought.

She slapped me hard accross the face. I felt a tingly feeling. I was numb. I felt my cheek started to burn. So, I slapped her back real hard. She fell back as she touched the area where I slapped her.

She kept quiet as I stood there, speechless. I was about to say something to her but she quickly stood up and fixed herself. She stuck a hand out but I just shook my head. She sighed and took my hand and shook it with hers.

It was almost spring break that time when it happened. After that, we never were close together like we were before.

I grabbed Zac by the hand and dragged him outside the cafeteria. The place was crowded that maybe even a needle can't fit!

"What was that for?!"

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Zac's POV

Daphne was too drowned in her own thoughts when she was talking to Megan. What's wrong with them?

Daphne suddenly stopped laughing when she knew that it was Megan. And Megan quickly changed her voice from high-pitched to the voice of a devil when she saw Daphne.

I was so caught up on looking at the little details on Megan's face, that Daphne yanked my hand and dragged me outside of the cafeteria.

"What was that for?!"

She wasn't able to response because she suddenly bumped into someone causing her to fall back a little.

"Hey watch where you're going - , Oh hey Daph."

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A/N

Hey !! Its been a long time sorry I have not uptaded these past few days. But I will try and update twice a week.

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