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The alarm went off like a siren delivered from hell. I opened my eyes, one by one and slammed a hand across my phone. It took a shameful number of attempts to turn off the song and I let out a groan as I laid back in bed revaluating my life. I tried to think of countless excuses as to why I did not need to go to school.

My house was on fire? No, I lived in a small town and gossip travelled like bushfires. Everyone and their Grandma would know if my house was on fire.

I was sick? I had used that excuse recently and there were only so many times I could have the flu before virus control came knocking at my door.

I flung myself up in a frustrated huff of breath when I realised, I did, in fact, have to go to school today and could not come up with a plausible excuse. I would have to endure another day in satans lair. I just begged that this day would go quickly.

Tick. Tock. Tick.Tock.

It was only five minutes into the lesson, and the clock on the wall had already started its taunts.

I had forty-five minutes of agonising literature torture to go through before I was free for lunch.

My stomach growled at the mention of food, which only added to the anguish I felt.

I dreamt of tacos, burgers, fries, onion rings and more.

44 minutes to go.

Lord help me.

"Today class we are going to be looking at an extract from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet," Miss Williams beamed despite the fact no one in the class was even close to her level of excitement.

She waved her copy of the play in the air as if it were one of her most prized possessions.

From the creases and curved shape of the book you could tell she had put it to good use. If only I could say the same for the class, which had a chorus of groans and signs at the mention of the subject.

No offence but no one really gave two craps about Shakespeare. Well except for Georgia Owen, who was practically drooling over the image of the old, bald, fat man in tights.

I shivered at the thought of what she must have got up to with that book when she is alone.

Delete image now. Delete image now.

Just as I managed to erase the disturbing thoughts, the sound of the door swinging open dramatically caused most of the heads in the room to turn towards it. I didn't even flinch.

Without even having to look, I instantly knew who had decided to enter the class twenty minutes late as if the rules didn't apply to them. It was a routine they had yet to break. After all, they enjoyed the attention too much.

"Mr Jackson, so glad you could embrace us with your presence," Miss Wilson bristled, her hand clutching onto her book tighter than before. I was surprised and disappointed that she hadn't launched it at his head.

Instead, she just watched Brody Jackson sway towards his desk with indifference and swagger in his step that made my blood boil.

If you wanted a brief update into the cliche that is my High School, Knight High, Brody Jackson was what you'd call the "Bad Boy" of the school.

Even referring to him as that made me want to throw up my breakfast.

He didn't smoke, he had no tattoos - that I was aware of and he didn't ride a motorcycle. Calling him a bad boy was an overstatement, but I lived in a small town and he was the closest we could get to the term. He did have some attributes of a typical bad boy though.

Naturally attractive - Check! Still suspicious that he's a test tube baby but my evidence is inconclusive.

Charming - Check! This boy could talk his way out of murder.

I once heard someone in Freshman year refer to him as a walking, talking ovary exploding machine. I mean I didn't even know what an ovary was in Freshman year.

It was on the brink of insanity the amount of attention he managed to attract. He had the whole school wrapped around his finger. The lunch ladies gave him extra chicken nuggets, he got away with skipping school on a weekly basis and like today's example, he would not be punished for rocking up to class late.

The only relatively normal person, who didn't melt at the sight of him was me.

I saw through his act the moment I locked eyes on him in kindergarten when the demon tried to force me to eat sand.  I tell you, I'm still surprised he's able to use his piece. My right foot kicked it very hard.

Ever since that incident, we have despised each other. I've tried to ignore that he's still on this earth as much as I can but it has become quite difficult when he's in most of my classes and by some sick joke is sat right behind me every time.

I swear just the sound of him breathing infuriates me.

What makes matters worse is the fact he seems to act as if each lesson is a speed dating session with a new girl beside him every time. I could have sworn he once got intimate with a girl in History. I didn't dare turn around afraid I'd be traumatised and need treatment for PTSD.

"Close your mouth you might catch flies," I felt a hot breath on my neck and my jaw tightened. I peeked over my shoulder to find Brody leaning against his desk, his lips curled up into a smirk.

I had a disorder. A very serious one in fact called notimeforbullshitdisorder and right now, I was on the edge.

"Close your mouth. Your breath is making my eyes water," I bit my lip to stifle a laugh at his scowl and hand grabbing a breath mint from his pocket.

"At least I can resolve my breath with mints. I can't say the same for your face,"

"Screw you," I spat.

"That really hurts Poison," He faked a hurt expression and mockingly placed a hand on his chest.

"What will hurt is when I shove my foot so-"

"Ivy is there a problem?" Miss Williams abrupt voice caused me to quickly spin around in my chair.

She crossed her arms over her chest and impatiently tapped her foot as she waited for my response.

I gulped, "There is no problem, Miss."

I grounded my teeth when I heard Brody chuckle under his breath and I shifted uncomfortably as she eyed me suspiciously for a few moments before continuing with her speech.

I let out the breath I'd been holding in and felt relief overwhelm me.

Unlike Brody, I cared about my education and the impact I had on my teachers. Even though I had no idea what I wanted to do after high school, I still wanted good references so I had the option of college.

I couldn't afford to get a bad reputation.

"There's no problem, Miss," Brody quietly mimicked the tone of my voice and I sucked in a deep breath through my teeth.

He leant forward and whispered, "Did you miss me Ivy? I know you've got my name scribbled all over that book of yours,"

Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him the voice in my head chanted. This was all so he could provoke a reaction from me.

"I'm surprised you don't have a pendant around your neck with my face in it."

Ignore him.

"Come on Poison, don't do me like this, you know I love the chase."

Ignore him.

"Did you brush your hair just for me? Aw, I feel-"

My headshot in his direction, I was hangry, frustrated and tired of his bull.

"Does your ass get jealous of the shit that comes out of your mouth? Jeez, Brody, it stinks."

He shut his mouth, annoyance and amusement a mixture in his brown eyes. He went to say something else but the curt voice from Miss Williams stopped him.

"Brody, one more word from you to Miss Jones and you'll be explaining yourself to the principle."

I almost wanted to punch the air in triumph.

Thank you, Miss Williams.

"Sorry Miss," He mumbled and leant back in his chair.

His silence didn't last long, though. As soon as Miss Williams diverted her attention elsewhere, he was back at it again and more annoying than before.

The rest of the lesson consisted of me resisting the urge to swing out and punch Brody in the face. He kept making inappropriate comments and jabbing me in the back with a ruler.

I had no idea why he needed a ruler in English Literature but the boy's sanity was a mystery so I wasn't too surprised.

I think I threatened on numerous occasions to shove it where the sun didn't shine, which just fuelled his fire.

When the bell signalling lunchtime rang it was like a sign from above and I instantly jolted up, gathering my stuff and slinging my bag over my shoulder. There was a struggle at the entrance of the classroom since everyone thought it would be a good idea to try and get through the door all at once.

High school at its finest.

Once I had made it into the hallway, I relaxed and felt less on edge. When I rounded the corner the sight of my best friend Rose caused me to smile. She was leaning against our lockers tapping away aggressively on her pink IPhone.

Her long manicured fingers moved rapidly against the screen and I was surprised it didn't break. I feel like girls get their nails done long just for the fact the tapping of their nails on the screen hypes them up.

Her golden blonde hair hung loosely on her shoulders just above the floral sundress she was wearing. She was by no doubt the most beautiful girl at this school. She didn't even have to try. She was just effortlessly beautiful.

I, however, had to graft to even look remotely attractive. Everything about me screamed plain. I had long dark brown hair that lay lifelessly at my spine and hazel eyes that always looked tired and worn out. I blamed the late-night reading.

If you looked closely at my cheeks, you could see the faintest of freckles. They were more prominent after I'd been out in the sun and I hated them. I tried my hardest to mask them with foundation but throughout the day my makeup annoyingly comes off and I'm back to square one.

I think the only reason I'd ever been approached by a guy was that my figure was relatively attractive. I'd always been fit due to dancing from a young age.

I and Rose were complete opposites, and I still had no idea how we had managed to stay friends all these years, but I guess as cheesy as this sounds, opposites attract.

"Rose looks so good today," I flinched as I felt someone's chest brush against my back and I slowly turned around to find Brody standing behind me. I cursed out loud.

Must he appear everywhere?

His eyes were glued on Rose in a way that made me shift uncomfortably. I should have been used to it by now. She had that effect on most people. I just didn't think Brody of all people was just as affected.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "She would never go near you."

"Would she not?" He raised a brow.

"Nope."

He tore his eyes away from her to look down at me with a smirk playing on his lips "You know that's not true,"

I frowned at his words. I didn't like to be proven wrong especially by him but in this instance, I was very wrong.

Rose had always thought Brody was attractive. He was one of those guys that you admired from afar but knew he was unreachable. If given the chance she wouldn't hesitate. I was just concerned she'd catch all sorts of diseases if she went there.

Who knows what dangers lurk in those boys pants?

He took my silence as a triumph, "I might go say hi," His smirk widened and he had a devilish look in his eyes.

Before I could register what he was doing and protest to the high heavens he was already strolling towards her with a confident swagger in his stride.

I gasped.

Frozen to my spot I watched as the horror unfolded.

"You bastard." I hissed under my breath.

Rose peeled her eyes away from her phone to look up at him. An instant blush formed on her face. She giggled at something he had said, and I cursed. I wished I could hear what bull crap he was filling her delicate head.

She twirled a strand of hair around her finger, and I rolled my eyes.

This was her trademark flirting move. I'd watch her do it around so many guys she was interested in and after a while, I had found it no longer endearing but more on the irritating side.

Brody said something again and she laughed as if he were the funniest man on earth. Now I knew she was faking it.

My eyes widened as I watched him move closer to her leaving merely an inch between them. It was all in slow motion.

I had to do something!

Acting purely on instinct, I lunged across the hallway finding myself standing beside them in a matter of seconds. I might have knocked over a freshman in the process but it was for a good cause.

Yes, I was cock blocking. I just couldn't allow him to corrupt my best friend. We both knew that he left a trail of hearts and mass destruction behind him wherever he went. I just couldn't let Rose be on the list. She was too fragile.

"Hi guys," I beamed a little too enthusiastically as I casually leant against the lockers beside them. I quickly brushed my hair out of my face and regained myself as if I hadn't just yeeted across the room at ninety miles per hour.

As if she was broken out of a trance, Rose quickly acknowledged my presence and stepped away from Brody with her cheeks stained red.

I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing as I felt Brody's glare boring into the side of my face.

"Did I interrupt anything?"

"No,"

"Yes,"

They both simultaneously said Brody with the latter.

"We were just talking about how great the weather was today," Rose said sheepishly and I smelt the bull crap from where I was standing.

It reeked.

"Oh were you? How interesting," The sarcasm rolled off my tongue and I genuinely thought Brody's head was going to explode with how red it was. It was like those animations except there was no steam coming out of his ears.

"We were actually," He spat, "I was just saying how it would be nice to sit outside for lunch today, you know just me and Rose,"

"That would be nice, but unfortunately I and Rose had plans to sit together at lunch," I tried to ignore the way Rose's eyes pleaded with me to shut up but I just couldn't, it was a blessing and a curse.

"That's a shame, maybe another time then," He winked at Rose but not before sending me a scowl that would intimidate anyone but me. I'd happily scrap him outside if it came to it.

Thankfully he stalked off and as soon as his back was turned I flipped him the bird. I felt a hand fling out and smack me in the arm.

"What was that about?" Rose frowned.

"What?" I tried to play dumb as I fiddled with a strand of hair.

"Ivy," She sighed, "That was the first time Brody had spoken to me in months,"

I rolled my eyes, "Rose, he isn't royalty, why does it matter if he speaks to you or not?"

"I know he's not royalty," She repeated my words, unimpressed, "But I've wanted him to talk to me for ages and when he did you came bundling in all guns blazing,"

"He's the devil," I exclaimed waving my hands, "Even being close to him is dangerous,"

"You're so dramatic," Rose said, pulling her phone out and scrolling through her socials.

That was her way of saying, you've annoyed me, I don't want to talk to you and I probably won't like your next Instagram post.

Oops, I'm in trouble.

*•*•*

"To pizza or not pizza?" I said staring at the cheesy slices of deliciousness. I could see my breath fogging up the glass and the girl next to me in the queue giving me a weird look.

"Hurry up," Someone else said from the back of the queue and I narrowed my eyes.

"Calm your tits," I yelled back and then smiled sweetly at the lunch lady. She had her hairnet on so tight I was afraid she'd lose circulation. She looked bored and tired.

I was just about to point towards the pepperoni slice that was teasing me like the naughty pizza it was when I felt a hand grab my arm.

Rose stood next to me with a disproving look upon her face, "Ivy, are you seriously buying pizza when you have pasta at the table?"

I blinked, "And?"

"Come on," She rolled her eyes and began to pull me towards our table. I looked back at the pizza sad and alone, I almost cried, "You can't honestly want to consume that many carbs,"

I yanked my arm from hers and glared, "Who are you the pizza police?"

"Chill out Ivy, you'll thank me later for helping you keep that thigh gap,"

"Whatever," I grumbled slumping into my chair, I made sure it scraped against the floor first. I was fuming, I'd given up pizza for a dry ass pasta.

Worst day ever.

"Isn't he so hot?" Rose gushed, leaning forward on her elbows as she stared longingly at Brody, who was sat amongst the popular table. That was the reason why she wanted me at the table. So she could stare at him without looking like a creeper on her own.

This bitch.

I rolled my eyes and began to poke aggressively at the pasta pot in front of me imagining it was Brody's massive head.

Ever since the incident in the hallway, Rose has not been able to stop talking about Brody Fucking Jackson. She'd forgiven me for my attempt at sabotaging their chat and for punishment she's decided to bore me to death. 

It made me resent the boy even more.

As if corrupting my school life wasn't enough, he's now decided to invade my social life. If I heard Rose mention his name one more time I was going to spontaneously combust.

What bothered me the most was the fact that he'd only just decided to now pay interest in my friend. Why? Good question.

"Do you think so?" Rose's question brought me out of my thoughts. I glanced at her and frowned.

What was she asking me?

"Huh?" I asked.

"Do you think I have a chance with Brody?"

I mentally groaned inside and resisted the urge to slam my head against the table. There's only so much of Brody Jackson talk that one can take and I tell you I've reached my limit.

I held my lips in a fine line "I don't know Rose, ask him," I gestured widely towards his table and watched as her cheeks went red.

She quickly shook her head, "No way am I asking him?"

"Well, then you won't know," I shrugged shoving loads of pasta in my mouth, so I wouldn't have to talk anymore about Brody.

"I'll find out at Craig's party,"

I suddenly choked on my mouth full, desperately reaching out to grab my water to stop myself from dying. I took a massive gulp to wash down the clump of pasta wedged in my throat.

I finally regained myself after coughing vigorously and looked up at Rose as if she'd just turned into a monster.

"You are going to Craig's party?"

Craig West was well known for his wild parties, that involved drugs, alcohol and lots of sex. If you didn't come home with a downstairs souvenir then you were one lucky bastard.

I'd never had the honour to attend one of his parties but the amount of gossip that circulated around it was insane.

I looked at my best friends sheepish expression and wondered how the hell she managed to get an invite. They didn't come along easy.

"Brody invited me."

So that's what they were talking about, not the bloody weather.

"Well good luck to you," Was all I managed to say. She needed all the luck she could get. It didn't take a rocket scientist to work out why Brody had invited her. I would inform her of that fact, but it would be like talking to my pasta.

"And you," She mumbled, and I raised a brow at her wondering what she meant by that comment.

"Elaborate?"

She looked up at me nervously and sucked in a deep breath "You are coming with me,"

"What?"

"You are coming with me,"

"No way," If I shook my head any harder it would fall off. I don't like spending time with my classmates at school. There's no way I'm going to use my free time with them. Besides I had plans to binge-watch Stranger Things on Netflix, how dare she disrupt that.

There was no way I was going to that party.

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