Tara's feet were on the dash of my jeep. I started squeezing the steering wheel in order to not try and strangle her, crash the vehicle, and kill us both.

Then she started chipping off her pink nail polish. It wasn't just falling on the floor, which probably would have still made me wanted to attack her, it was going all over the fucking place and she didn't even seem to notice.

I sighed frustratedly, adjusting my seatbelt, which suddenly had the overwhelming urge to restrict the air flow to my lungs, which was very contradictory to its purpose. Seatbelt's are supposed to stop you from dying, not kill you by suffocation.

Tara suddenly burst into song, turning the radio up so loud that one of my hands automatically left the wheel in order to try and protect my ears. Tara was lucky that my instinct wasn't to remove both hands because otherwise we would currently be running down the mailman. I quickly turned the radio down with one hand, only for Tara to turn it up again. "I like this song!" She yelled, and I mean yelled. I wouldn't have heard her if she was speaking normally, or using her 'inside voice' as she called it. "Selena Gomez is the bomb!" She shouted as an afterthought. I made a face of disgust, and yes, I know people are going to detest my dislike for Selena Gomez, but I'm just not a fan. Sorry, not sorry.

I turned the radio down again and Tara pouted, continuing to chip off her nail polish. I'm sure she was very unaware of the fact that I was slowing losing my shit. I kept my eyes on the road, even though I was very conscience of what was happening in the passenger seat. All of a sudden I saw a very pink flake land on my hand. I clenched my teeth together, and gripped the steering wheel tighter. My knuckles were turning white, and if I clutched the wheel any tighter I feel like I might have actually made a permanent mark.

Tara remained oblivious and started humming an annoying tune.

"Tara.." I warned.

She raised her eyebrows. "What?"

"Stop doing that," I said in a dangerously calm voice.

"Doing what?" She asked obliviously.

"EVERYTHING!" I exploded.

She shrunk back into her seat, her feet sliding off the dash and landing on the floor with a thump. She crossed her arms over her chest, and pouted, looking down at her lap like a child who had just been scolded.

"Who sprinkled the bitchy dust on your cereal this morning?" She muttered rhetorically.

I just rolled my eyes, pulling into the school parking lot. I smiled when I saw there was an open spot right near the actual school building. It was a rare occurrence that one of those spots wasn't occupied. I carefully drove around the other cars, some of which weren't parked well at all. I started pulling into the park when a sunshine yellow mini came from the other direction, cutting in front of me.

"Shit!" I screeched, slamming my foot as hard as I could on the brakes. Elmo stopped with a jolt. It took a moment for my panic attack to subside, and to remember how to breathe again. I looked a Tara, who was wearing a facial expression of pure and utter terror. I'm sure I was wearing a similar expression. I didn't even need to look to know who the owner of the car was. Only one person around here had a yellow car, and only one person would be stupid enough to ignore the one way rule in the parking lot. There were arrows painted on the ground to avoid this exact situation.

I waited for my hands to stop shaking slightly before I started to back up. In that time Erika had exited her car, waved at us and shaken her ass all the way into the building. Tara responded in the appropriate manner, flipping her the bird, and yelling 'fuck you' repeatedly. I eventually found another parking spot. It was nowhere near as good as the other one.

Tara and I walked side by side through the parking lot and up the path to the main doors of the school.

"I really wish I could just unmeet her, y'know?" Tara said. "I would spent far less time plotting her murder if we'd never met."

"She's a lot like a cloud," I pondered.

Tara hit me. "How dare you compare her to something that looks like cotton candy."

"Well, if she disappeared it would be a beautiful day."

She threw her head back and laughed. "I like the way you think my friend."

We headed down the corridor to my locker. We tended to meet up there, just because it was the most central place to meet, and it was closest to the cafeteria. As we approached I noticed that there were already four people waiting there. Lee, Justin, Kyle, and I was assuming that the forth one was Ryan, but I couldn't tell because he was wearing a hood and looking at the ground.

Tara immediately stood next to Kyle, who comfortably hung one of his arms over her shoulders.

"Hey," I said to no one in particular. I guess it was more of a collective greeting. I received a few mumbled replies, but nothing from Ryan.

I waved a hand in front of Ryan's face. "Hey grumpy, you gonna talk to me or what?"

He lifted his head a little, grabbing his hood with both hands. "Mentally prepare yourself sunshine, I'm not as pretty as the last time you saw me."

I rolled my eyes. "Stop being a drama queen and take off the damn hood."

"As you wish."

Did he just...

I squinted. "Did you just...did you just quote The Princess Bride at me?"

"So what if I did?" I could almost hear the smile in his voice, if that makes any sense at all.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I think you're trying to distract me."

"Aren't you just the brain box sunshine."

"Just take it off!" I whined, stomping my foot.

"That's what she said," Justin chimed, causing Lee to chortle.

I glared at both if them. "Shut up or I'll punch you in the mouth." As an afterthought I said, "that's actually what she said."

I stepped closer to Ryan and pulled the hood off myself. My eyes widened, realising what he meant. His right eye was completely swollen shut, there was a long cut following his left cheekbone and the right side of his jaw was an array of purple and blue.

"How many brain cells did you lose in that fight?" I asked.

He half smiled. "That's not the reaction I was expecting."

The bell rung, telling us that we had five minutes to get our asses to class or it was detention for you.

We slowly walked together, seeing as we had english and were in the same class anyway.

"So you took on a bigger guy. Why?"

He shrugged. "More money."

I frowned, looking up at him. "Since when did you care about the money?"

He shrugged again, looking down as a group of kids walked past. I guess he didn't want to draw attention to himself.

"Please tell me you at least kicked his ass into next week."

"Sunshine, do you think I would look like this if I'd kicked his ass?"

"I was just trying to be positive, geez."

We walked into our english class, taking our seats. We had set seats in this class. It was not a fun time.

~*~*~*~

I made a quick stop at my locker after my first class, switching over my books. I was about to close my locker when I got this feeling. You know when you feel like someone is standing behind you, and you don't want to turn around because if there actually isn't anyone there, you'll feel like an idiot? Yeah, well I was having that dilemma. I decided to ignore my gut feeling and I shut my locker, tucking my chemistry text book under my arm. I spun on my heel, already preparing myself for the mental torture that the next hour would undoubtedly bring. A short, sharp scream exited my mouth as I was greeted by a set of watermelons. Not actual watermelons, they are to be eaten or worn as helmets, not screamed at. These were for real the kind of watermelons that should be covered at all times, but these ones were not nearly as covered as they should have been.

I looked up in order to avoid eye contact with the watermelons.

"Erika," I started. "Would you mind taking a step back? You popped my bubble."

She rolled her eyes, not moving. I didn't think she would, but it was worth a try.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking for a way out. Not that talking to her didn't just brighten my day, but I really didn't want to be late to chemistry.

"You almost crashed into me this morning. Just because you hate me doesn't mean that you can just try and kill me," she said dramatically, flipping her hair.

"I don't exactly hate you, but if you were on fire and I had water, I'd drink it."

She squinted at me. "Was that supposed to be funny, because nobody's laughing."

I sighed, patting the stupid child on the shoulder. "Oh Erika, you really do inspire my inner serial killer."

She gasped. "You ate a serial killer?"

I blinked once, twice, three times. She was serious. "Yes, yes cannibalism is my secret hobby. I had a craving for cereal the other day and I was like 'huh, I wonder if serial killers taste like cereal' so I went and ate a serial killer, and guess what? He tasted like lucky charms!"

She shrieked, moving as fast as she could away from me. Not that 'as fast as she could' was very fast at all, considering the six inch ankle breakers she was wearing.

After she was out of sight I started hitting my head on my locker. My faith in humanity was officially gone, and now Erika thought that serial killers tasted like lucky charms. Oh god, what if she tried to test my theory? She would die. Would that make me an accomplice in her murder? Well now I'm going to jail. Oh, maybe I'll see Dominic there. We can dig our way out with spoons and become heroes within the criminal community. I don't think I would live long in prison to be perfectly honest. I feel like I would get poisoned by the food and just curl up in a ball and die. That's so bad, I need to have more self belief. Yes Hazel, you would survive in prison because you have wit and a mean right hook.

Why am I encouraging myself to go to prison? Shit, I'm going insane. You little liar. You already are insane, well mostly. I guess there's still a small portion of me that isn't completely crazy. A small portion, like the size of a quarter. I wish we dealt in chocolate instead of coins and shit. You can't eat coins. Well, on the contrary you probably could, but that might not end so well. Ew, that's disgusting.

"Hazel."

I jumped halfway out of my skin.

"Tara, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I'm going to get some photocopying for Mrs Balmer. What are you doing?" She looked at me skeptically.

"Uh, I'm just swapping my books over for my next class," I said, holding up my text book.

She frowned, her nose scrunching slightly. "Hazel, second period started ten minutes ago."

"But...how?"

"Well there's this thing called time, and it just goes."

"Haha," I said dryly. "Aren't you just the joker."

"I like to think so."

"So what you're saying is, I'm late."

"Exactly."

I looked at her blankly. "Well shit."

Tara smirked, slowly walking away from me. "Yeah. Have fun with that. Get back to me on how it goes."

I groaned, pushing myself away from my locker. "From the bottom of my heart, I hate you."

"Love you too," she chirped, disappearing around a corner.

Tara was just one of those people who were impossible to insult because she never took the insults seriously. She was uninsultable. Is that even a word? Hmm, autocorrect says no.

~*~*~*~

Detention is a very solitary place. Especially when nobody else shows up. I mean, I could have easily just left and no one would have noticed, or even cared for the matter, but I didn't have anywhere to go. As you can probably guess, Mr Acklefield kicked me out of class. Well no, technically he didn't. You can't get kicked out if you never even set foot in the classroom to start with. He heard the door open and just held up a detention slip which already had my name on it. I took that as my cue to leave.

A/N: I would just like to point out that wattpad autocorrected detention to detonation. Wattpad is evil....now you may continue.

I sighed, removing my phone from my pocket. I had three missed calls from Caleb. I quickly called him and he picked up just before the second ring.

"Oh about time," he complained. "You couldn't pick up the any of the other times I rung?"

"I was in class. What's so important anyway?"

"I didn't know what to have for breakfast."

I slapped my forehead. It hurt actually. "You called me three times to ask me what you should have for breakfast."

"Correct. I'm glad we're on the same page."

"Same page? Dude, we're not even in the same library."

"Did you put sassy sauce on your cereal this morning?"

"And bitchy dust apparently."

"What?"

I shook my head. "Don't worry, you have bigger things to worry about."

"Like what?"

"What you're going to have for breakfast."

"Why do I get the feeling that you're mocking me?"

"I have no idea."

~*~*~*~

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I fell off my chair in class today. I was so embarrassed that I just lay on the floor for like five minutes and laughed. I laugh when I'm nervous or embarrassed, it's really inconvenient.

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