The Crashing of Opposites

Chapter 4

Jett

"I'll see you at 'the gym'." Tyler shouted as he walked to his Alegbra class.

After shutting my locker, I turned my head to the blondie hanging on to my arm. This is getting old. Doesn't she have other things to do?

"Let go of my arm." I said as after getting irritated by her squealing pleas- reeks of desperation.

"Look baby, I have your favourite vanilla lip gloss on." She touched her lips slightly and leaned closer to my lips.

"Don't call me baby." I glared at her but pulled her closer by holding the nape of neck and licked her lips-- I'm called the playboy for a reason. I mean what am I supposed to do when all these bimbos keep throwing themselves at me.

"Get a room, Jett and wear something other than your tank top." someone muttered from behind me but I recognized the voice immediately.

"Marlene, don't you have anything better to do. Perhaps sticking with the new helpless and idiotic girl who now seems to be your only friend?" I said without looking away from Elirie.

"Perhaps you should be studying instead of smooching every other girl in this school?" Marlene responded.

Finally, I turned to face Marlene and caught a glimpse behind her. The newbie was actually standing behind her this whole time, just staring at the floor. Her height made her look really small in a crowd this big. I realized the smartmouth hadn't said anything back to me when I called her helpless and idiotic.

"I've got other people who do my homework for me, so no worries. Anyways." I moved Marlene aside to stand in front of the newbie. "Cat got your tongue today?"

She glanced up at me with slightly swollen eyes and smiled a forced smile that didn't reach her eyes. "You're not worth my time. I've got better things to do than watch you suck on lips infected with fillers." Before I could reply she walked away. I hate to admit it but my mouth was left slightly ajar from her comeback. Something definitely crawled up her ass.

"You're such an asshole." Marlene spat as she caught up with Jenna.

"Um babyyy. Can we finish this before we go to class? Elirie asked as she tugged my tank top.

"Get lost." I mumbled and walked to the car park in a haste. Taking a deep puff of my cigarette, I let it out slow, enjoying the immense relaxation that fills me.

"Mr. Taner! Think you can skip out on classes now do you?" My gym teacher shouted as he approached me.

"Yes, I do. I'm here, skipping now right?" I said after taking another puff.


"I either cut you from the hockey team or you can get your ass to class now!"

Fuck. There is no way in hell I'm gonna be cut from hockey, it's the only thing ensuring I can get a sports scholarship into Uni. Also the only reason my dad is off my back for now.

"Fine, whatever." I threw the cigar and stepped on it with the heel of my foot.

"Next time, I catch you smoking on school grounds or skipping classes, you won't get another warning."

I didn't reply and made- more like stomped my way to English.


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"Mr. Taner, glad you could finally join us today." Ms Kingsley- my English teacher welcomed me.

"You should be more than glad." After replying I glanced around the classroom for a place to sit. I dragged my feet to the back of the classroom with the only empty chairs. Girls fixed their hair and gave me seductive smiles but I kept a straight face. Desperate.

After plopping down on my seat, I caught a whiff of coconut and simultaneously heard a groan from my left. Just great. On my left sat none other than the rude fucking new bitch. The only class I choose to attend and here she is to make this even worse.

Her long black wavy hair acted as a curtain to shield her face from my view. At least we are both on the same page here.

"Eyes to the board Mr. Taner." Kingsley's snarly voice made me realize I had been staring at the new bitch for too long.

"Alright class, yesterday, I told you lot that this year we'll be starting off with a group project on literature classics. I have your groupings here.--" She started to list out the groupings while I zoned out.

"Jett Taner, Jenna Foster and Michael Kane. Now please move to sit with your partners. These seats will be your permanent ones for the semester."

Who the fuck is Jenna Foster. At least I have Mike. Another groan sounded from the new bitch's throat. I turned to see what her problem was and found that she was already glaring at me.

"The fuck you looking at?" I snarled at her with a straight face.

"My poor luck." She eyed me with a look of rage.

I look into her catlike honey brown eyes but they are drowned in hidden secrets supported by dark eyebags. How do I know this? I've seen a mirror.

Our locked gaze was broken by a pat on my shoulder.

"Hey partner." Mike sat at the now empty seat in front of me.

Mike is the relaxed, witty and fun one in our trio of guys. He seems to find every situation funny and obviously doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut. I nod at him as an acknowledgement of his presence. Then he turns from facing me and knocks on the new bitch's table- who is now looking out the window.

"So that's your name huh Jenna Foster?"

Oh hell no this isn't happening now I have to spend days doing some dumb project with this smartmouth.

"Yep, unfortunately. Anyways do you two read literature?" She asked glancing between Mike and I. I was so done with this even though it hasn't even started. So i just took out my phone.

"I know Romeo and Juliet." Mike exclaimed like it was an achievement.

"Uh okay. Have you read any literature?" She asked facing me directly but I ignored her and kept my attention on my phone which was way more entertaining than anything around me right now.

"Ughhh aren't you even going to try? I'm not going to do your work for you!" She shouted a little louder but when I swiftly turned my eyes from my phone to hers to glare at her, her face turned to one of utter fear and she gripped her wrists but only for a second as she masked it with an annoyed one very quickly.


The lesson continued with neither one of us looking at or talking with each other.At least Mike made a new friend.

BRINGGGGG-

"Mike, I'll see you at 9. Don't be late." I said to him as I left.

My shoulders rolled back and my knuckles cracked in anticipation for the fun that's planned for tonight. Sometimes even I'm disgusted with the sadistic ways I get pleasure.