"What are you doing after school today?"

Isla and I were walking to my english class.

That's right. I had Mr. Stevens 3 out of 5 days. Talk about life being cruel.

"I don't know. I might just go home and watch TV," I answered.

"Good plan. I think I'm just gonna do the same."

We walked around the corner and I ran into someone. I dropped my english folder and my papers scattered everywhere.

I looked up and glared at the person who just bumped into me.

It was Ryder. Why was I not surprised.

"Well hello there, darling."

That made me realise how much I didn't miss the nickname.

"Why, hello there idiot," I greeted.

"Let me help you with that," he said and bent down to pick up my papers.

"You should. Considering you were the one who made me drop them," I said to him as he handed me my folder back.

"A thank you would be nice but I guess I didn't expect anything else," he said before walking into our classroom.

"Ugh. Jerk," I said as I turned to Isla.

"I gotta get to class. I'll see you later," she said.

"It sucks that we don't have english together," I whined.

"I know. But see you later, tell me what Mr. Stevens thinks of your wonderful essay."

Well, at least that was one good thing about english class. I was actually proud of what I put together on that piece of paper.

I walked into class and took my seat next to Ryder.

He just smiled at me friendly and I gave him a weird look.

Is he okay?

I put my backpack on the floor and watched as Mr. Stevens walks into the classroom.

"Good morning, class!"

There was nothing good about it.

My parents slowly got used to the idea of me having pastel pink hair. Dylan thought it looked, and I quote 'fucking badass and awesome' and Nathan likes whatever I do.

I've gotten several compliments on it and I'm starting to be kind of glad that Ryder switched out my shampoo.

But I am never going to admit that to him.

"Okay, before we do anything else today I want to hear some of your essays. Ryder...how about you read us yours."

He smiled friendly at Ryder. He obviously knew that Ryder didn't do it. He might do well on tests but he doesn't do homework that often. Especially in english class.

"Sure, Mr. Stevens," he said and took out a paper.

Mr. Stevens got a surprised look on his face. Nobody expected him to have the homework.

He cleared his throat and started reading.

After 5 sentences I started to get a deja vu feeling. That essay sounded awfully familiar. It sounded just like...mine! It sounded like mine!

I ripped open my folder and looked for my essay. Instead, I found a piece of paper. There was a note on it.

'Your turn. -R'

That fucker took my essay and switched it when he ran into me!

My jaw dropped open and he finished reading. He smirked at me when he saw my expression.

"Your turn," he mouthed at me and turned to the front of the room.

I stared at him with my mouth still hanging open.

He turned back to me and closed my mouth. "Careful, don't want to catch any flies," he sayid and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head.

I directed my attention to Mr. Stevens who was looking very astounded.

"Wow, Mr. Cole. That was a very good essay."

Yeah, cause it was mine.

"Ms. Andrews, could you read us your essay," Mr. Stevens said.

Looks like he was picking on all the students he didn't like.

"I don't have it," I said through gritted teeth.

"Excuse me?"

"I said I don't have it," I said, more clearly.

"Have it next time, Ms. Andrews," he said and called on another student.

"You should really do your homework," Ryder said and smirked at me.

I glared at him and kicked his shin.

"Ow!" he whisper shouted.

Ha! That's what you get.

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"And then what did you do?" Isla asked.

"I kicked him," I said.

"Wow."

"I know. But I couldn't think of anything better at the time," I explained.

"I guess that's a good excuse. Oh! By the way, you need to take some P.E. clothes with you tomorrow because we have P.E. first period."

"Ugh. Okay."

"I need to get to my next class. See you at lunch."

"Yeah, see you."

Isla left and I leaned against the wall. At the end of the hall I saw Ryder saying bye to some friends and then also lean against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

I decided to walk over to him since I had nothing better to do.

"Nice stunt you pulled this morning," I told him once I was standing in front of him.

He smirked at me. "Why, thank you. I am quiet proud of it. Excellent essay by the way. You should think about becoming a writer," he told me and smirked again.

"Thanks," I coldly said.

"Aw, come on, darling. Don't be mad."

I stepped closer to him and pointed my finger at his chest.

"Listen here. You might think that this is fun but I don--"

Before I could finish, he wrapped one arm around my waist and pushed me against the wall he was leaning on. His put his other hand next to my head on the wall, holding me still.

He leaned closer to me.

"Actually, I think you enjoy our little game," he whispered and looked into my eyes.

"I'm sorry to tell you this but you're wrong," I said and tried to move but his hold on my waist only tightened.

"Why are you lying to me, darling?" he questioned me.

He leaned even closer. Our faces were less then two inches apart.

"Because it's just so much fun," I sarcastically answered.

"Hmm.." he replied and smirked at me. "So you're saying you like talking to me?"

"That's not what I said," I told him.

I looked down at the space between us, but there was none. He was tightly pressed against my body.

"You need to let me go," I said.

"I don't think so. I quiet like this position," he replied.

"Let me go," I said and tried to wriggle out of his hold. It didn't work. "You know, I think your fangirls wouldn't like it if they saw us in this position. Especially Ashlin."

"If I didn't know any better I would think that you're jealous," he said and smirked.

"You wish. There is nothing to be jealous about. Why would I be jealous of those walking sticks in heals?"

"Just so you know, I think you're way more interesting than those other girls."

"Wow, thanks."

He was getting annoying and there was only one way I could think of how to get out of here.

Here goes nothing.

I pressed my lips against his and leaned against him.

He immediately responded and put his other arm that was next to my head around my hips. I placed my palms against his chest.

He ran his tongue over my bottom lip but I kept my mouth closed. He groaned in protest. I ground my hips against his and he held them still.

"Don't," he whispered before going back to kissing me.

It's now or never.

I took a step forward until I'm able to move between him and the wall. I pressed my lips firmly against his once more before pushing him off.

He looked startled.

"I've gotta get to class. Bye!" I said and waved.

I turned around and swayed my hips a bit extra as I walked to class.

I could feel his burning gaze on me as I walked into my classroom.

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It was finally lunchtime and Isla and I were sitting in our usual place outside.

"So..." she began. "I heard that you made out with Ryder..."

She looked at me and wriggled her eyebrows in a suggestive way.

I spat out the drink that I was drinking.

"Where did you hear that?!" I asked her.

"I overheard some girls talking about it. Apparently one of them was there when it happened. And I think she was one of Ashlin's girls."

I threw my hands defeatedly in the air. "Oh great."

"You kind of have to remember that whatever happens with Ryder, will be all over school. Every single girl is in love with him," she reminded me.

"Yeah..so anyway, are you interested in anyone?" I asked her and raised my eyebrows.

She didn't answer but turned bright red.

"There is?! Tell me! Who is it?"

She still didn't answer and looked at her lap.

"Is it Tristan? Or that kid from history class? Ooh! Or is it the guy we saw in the hall yesterday with the really cute face and the glasses? Or, oh my god, imagine it's Blake." I started laughing slightly when I thought about it.

She looked up at me and turned red again.

"Oh..my..god...you like Blake?!"

"Say it louder, why don't you? I don't think the kangaroos in Australia heard it!" she whispered.

"Oh, sorry," I said and quieted my voice.

"Since when?" I asked.

"Sophomore year," she answered glumly.

"That long? And you haven't done anything?"

"Nope. Are you kidding me? I'm pretty sure he didn't even know I existed until I beat him in basketball. And now he probably just hates me because I beat him."

"Well maybe there's a way to change that," I told her.

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

"I don't know yet. But I'll find a way."

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It was the next morning and Isla and I were walking across the yard to school. We saw some of the people in our P.E. class already outside and stretching.

One of them being Ryder.

Immediately, I got an idea.

"Come on!" I said and grabbed Isla's arm.

I dragged her into the school and towards the boy's locker room.

"Um, Kens...the girl's locker room is that way," she said and pointed down the hall.

"It's not the girl's locker room I want to get to," I told her.

I opened the door to the boy's locker room slightly and checked if anybody is in there. Luckily, nobody was.

"What exactly are you doing?" Isla asked.

"Shh!" I whispered and pulled her into the locker room.

"Kens?"

"You'll see," is all I told her and looked for Ryder's locker.

Once I found it I tried to open it but it was locked.

I turned to Isla. "Do you have a bobby pin?"

"Uh, yeah. Hold on." She opened her backpack and took one out. She handed it to me and gave me a questioning look.

I fumbled with the lock until it sprang open.

"That was easy."

I searched through the locker for his shirt. I took it out and lay it on the bench. It smelled like him.

Well, duh Kennedy. It's his shirt. Idiot.

I rummaged through my backpack for some scissors.

"Oh no," Isla said. She must have figured out what I was going to do.

"Oh yeah," I said and nodded.

I took the shirt and cut two holes by his nipples. Then I cut off the bottom of the shirt so that it would stop above his belly button.

"What are you guys doing?" asked a manly voice.

Oh no.

I turned around and saw Blake standing there. He was looking at us with a questioning look.

We stood there, speechless.

How were we going to explain this?

"Umm, well you see...Ryder dyed my hair, I covered his car in stick notes, he stole my homework and so I'm cutting up his shirt as "revenge"," I made quotation marks around the word 'revenge' with my fingers.

"Oh. Well then, carry on," he said and walked to his locker.

"You're not gonna stop us or tell on us?" I asked suspiciously.

"Nah. He deserves it. And it'll be hilarious to see him walk around with that the whole day."

He walked up to where I was sitting with the shirt splayed out in front of me.

"Although if you ask me," he said. "I would cut hearts by his nipples and not boring circles."

I gaped at him.

"You know, I like you way more than Ryder," I told him and got started on cutting the hearts.

He chuckled. "Thanks. Well, I've got to go. See you on the court. Oh and by the way," he turned towards Isla. "Good job at beating me. Don't know how you did it but it was impressive."

She smiled shyly. "Thanks."

He smiled at her before jogging off.

I wriggled my eyebrows at her suggestively.

"Oh shut up. Are you done?"

"Yeah, hold on."

I put his shirt back into his locker and put my scissors in my backpack. I checked if the hall was empty before going outside and walking to the girl's locker room.

"Let's go to P.E."