the Thin Line Between Love and Hate

chapter 1

Benedict High, for the spoiled and bratty is your average private school. Your average high school for that matter. There's the jocks, the preps, the rich stoners, the cheerleaders, the hipsters, and the nerds. Here we all kind of blend, there's the unambitious mixed in with the overachievers.

I'm Hailey Evans, but my friends and I, while we might clique together, really don't fit a label. There's Piper, the girl who wants to be cool, Ivy who's the most awkwardly funny person I've met, and me. I'm a secret geek, or not really secret. I have the whole "I'm a bitch, and I don't care, air to me, but really I'm just not great with people."

Together the three of us are going into our Sophomore year here at Benedict High. Today being the first day made it crucial to find a lunch table. That in itself was a meticulous process. It was imperative that we avoided the de-evolutionizing idiot boys, and the high-maintenance divas.

At this school there aren't really popular kids, but there are the skinny mean girls, and the cute guys that often flocked together. If I were to explain hierarchy at this school hours would have to go by. In the most brief way of me putting it my friends and I are second class cool kids. If our school was split into Plebeians and Patricians we would definitely be on the Patrician side like in ancient Rome.

I apologize if your have trouble keeping up, I did say I was very smart, meaning that I need to rub it in your face every two seconds. It's hard for me to go a day without picturing the boys turning into a hairy australopithecus like the first human beings once were. They're already so close, being that they don't shave and misuse the words two, too, and to.

As I pondered my social existence I tripped over an over priced leather shoe.

"Hey, watch it princess."

I was about to apologize before I recognized the term princess. Only one person calls me that. I prepared to rebuttal, never would I let Jake Hudson walk all over me.

"Jake, if I recall it's you wearing fancy leather shoes, not me. So doesn't that make you the princess?"

Jake's eyes narrowed as his followers took note of their leaders anger. His fists clenched before he shoved them in a pocket.

"You're lucky you have a nice ass Red, or I would retaliate."

I rolled my eyes, like he could retaliate. His brain was approximately the size of a walnut. I turned a heel and walked away. I could tell Jake was eyeing me angrily, but there was no going back. like I said I get bitchy when it comes to people.

As I practically ran from those leather jacket wearing posers I caught the eye of my best friend Ivy. She beckoned me over to a seat next to her.

Ivy is a very odd person. All through elementary school until fourth grade she was always kind of out of my friendship zone. Her mom was, and still is PTA president so she knows everybody. I'd always thought she'd be the preppy cheerleader type, so I never pursued a friendship. That was until we had a common enemy.

Daphne Robinson.

In third grade she put glue in my hair. My mom had to cut off three inches of red curls, and I looked like a little boy for the rest of the year.

Ivy had also had incidents with her, in fourth grade Daphne took her lunch every tuesday. One day I found her lunchless and offered to share. We planned to take the girl down and I ended up at her house.

Unlike I'd expected, Ivy didn't listen to Justin Beiber or only watch Strawberry Shortcake. We became friends then, I guess. Although we never did manage to take Daphne down, she was still a thorn in our side today.

Once I'd asked Ivy why we hadn't been friends before, she told me I intimidated her too much, weird.

I took a seat next to her at the lunch table, the sun was practically blinding. On the other side of Ivy sat my other best friend Piper.