At lunch, I was eating everything like I was going away for the weekend without food. My friends knew me well, they always knew that when I eat this way something's up, but they never ceased to get disgusted. They were all looking at me with their disgusted faces, but they knew better than to disturb me while on my ending-starvation frenzy. When I finally swallowed my last piece of pizza and took a big gulp of water, they began to eat.

"What?" I snapped feeling very frustrated by the looks they were giving me.

"If I answer, will you chew my head off?" Mason eyed me worriedly.

"Thank you very much, Emily. Now I'm going to be comforting someone from their night terrors," Tori spoke giving Mason a pointed look.

I rolled my eyes and gave my flattest look. Ignoring the annoying-frustrating-very-unfunny people is the best remedy, so I kept staring again with a bored expression.

"Oh, the silent treatment Tori!" Mason bounced on his chair clapping his hands and abruptly stopped. "We're not in fifth grade, spill it already Emily," he narrowed his eyes at me leaning with both elbows on the table. Funny how my friend here thinks he's intimidating.

"Okay, it's about Drake and this stupid tutoring thing and Mason drop the good-cop-bad-cop act, you're not fooling anyone," I said.

Tori chuckled and quickly cleared her throat to disguise it. Mason can be so sentimental and I just mocked his acting skills. "Alright, what happened now?" she sighed.

Let's go back to this morning, shall we?

"Stop it," I hissed -nearly yelled- looking at the front praying that Mrs. Cooper didn't notice the exchange between Mr. Intolerable and me.

"Stop what?" He acted so nonchalant about it that wanted to wipe his stupid smirk with my mighty punch. Hey! Don't mock, just so you know I've hurt many people with it. Many people (aka Mason) have been seriously injured by it. He smirked, "like what you see, princesa?"

My eyes widen slightly by his remark. What does he mean by preensseza? He must have thought that while I rambled in my head like an idiot I was checking him out. I blinked repeatedly, until I saw his smirk widen.

You've got to stop your rambling!

Ugh, I literally wanted to bang my head with my desk. By then, my non-response caused Drake to think I was checking him out for real, so he didn't hesitate to show me his huge grin.

"You know what? I'm going to tell Mrs. Cooper to find another tutor for you. I cannot stand self-centered-pigs who think they have every girl swoon by them so they can do whatever the hell they please!" Now this was more yelled than hissed, but nobody apparently heard us. By some sort of miracle, the bell started to ring signaling next class. I closed my book, took my bag from the floor and practically ran to the door.

I almost made it to my locker when I felt someone grasp my wrist and more like shoved me to an empty classroom. Then I came face to face with my kidnapper. Drake.

"Locking me in an empty classroom. Isn't that a little cliche for you?" Damn proud of myself. Hell I grew with four men. I must have grown some balls by now, not literally, well you know what I mean. So, I stood my ground, lifting my chin up trying to show that I was not scared of him.

He looked at me for a moment like if trying to find something.

"Listen, I do not need your help, but I thought that maybe during tutoring at least you'd-" Drake stopped abruptly. He was towering me, trying to be menacing, but I kept my brave facade. Deep down, I didn't know how long I could hold it though.

"That at least I what?" I was completely surprised by my quick unwavering response.

"Nothing, forget about it," he growled. "Why should I expect something different from you? You look just like they way you act, conceited."

"Conceited? You don't know me!" I almost matched his tone. I hate it when people try to assume things about me.

He scoffed, "That's what you think, princesa. I know your type," he said getting closer to me. "You are just another hopeless, romantic nerd that is too self-centered to even think about others."

He's wrong. So wrong.

Instead of a witty remark, I decided to bite my lip and swallow a comeback that would probably get me in more trouble with this ass. He doesn't deserve a response, no let me rephrase that, he's not worth a response. If he wants to be an asshole and think of me that way, then so be it.

"Ok, stop it. You can leave me alone now," I kept my steady voice but just little bit lower, not making eye contact.

"What? Are you scared? Was I right on point?" Okay, now I'm terrified. His voice was no longer angry but husky. Cursing every single hair in my body, I began to take a couple of steps backwards only to bump with one of the desks.

"I-I...no!" Very convincing. What am I going to do? I've never been in such a compromising position. Yes, I've been in situations where I have been able to confront my brothers, but I knew they all loved me and at the end they wouldn't try to hurt me. While Drake here, I don't think he's the hesitating on his actions kind of guy. I took a deep breath and gather all the courage I could muster.

"Leave," I said this time looking at him with every single tread of courage I had left. Here I thought that with that he was going to at least, back off. That only caused him to smirk and walked forward making me sit on the desk and him to stand between my legs.

"Tsk, tsk, is the little know-it-all nerd going to tell on me, maybe on mommy and daddy?" He must have noticed the rage clearly portrayed in my face, because he suddenly had a curious expression on his. It must have taken him by surprise, because when I pushed him he almost lost his balance and stumbled backwards. Before he could regain balance, I stood up. He started to come near me again.

"Would you just leave?" I almost yelled.

"Make me," he growled so close to my face that his breath made every hair in my body stand. There I go again, breathe Emily! Damn it, get yourself together!

I got an idea. Don't know if this is going to work, but is better this than nothing. If he wanted to play, I'll show the asshole game. I raised my hand, my eyes following it. I lightly brushed my fingers from his stomach until I reach his chest. I grabbed him by his t-shirt and pulled him close to me until his ear was close to my lips.

"Wouldn't you want that bad boy? After all, your theory of me being a hopeless, romantic nerd almost hit the nail, I think I'm in desperate need of being the object of a self-centered jerk that thinks he knows it all just by judging a book by its cover. I'm not afraid of you and nor I will let you bully me, asshole," I whispered-yelled by the end of my rant, putting it lightly. I slightly pushed him away. I took my time to look at him in the eyes and then at his lips, which were a little parted by the way. The look in his eyes was shocked but dare to say partly pissed and aroused. I took that as my cue. I quickly let him go, went around him and left hurriedly. Didn't want him to drag me again, did I?

After getting out of that room, I went to the nearest bathroom and ran stopping in front of the mirror. Immediately my brain started to bombard me with many questions. What am I going to do? Was Mrs. Conner going to maintain the blackmailing charade? How far can Drake go? Am I going to be able to lie to my brothers for a scumbag like him? Was he going to go along with my sneaking plan or would he use it against me?

Ah! What am I going to do?

"And that's why I'm here eating my weight's worth of food," I took a big breath, partly because I rambled on again, this time out loud and the other part because I cared about their opinions. I began to get nervous when Mason and Tori sat there looking at each other and then at me.

"Aw, I think our little girl here has the bad boy after her," Mason faked enthusiasm placing both hands under his jaw, which made him look girly. I think he was aiming for it.

"W-what?"

"Seriously, you can't be that naïve. Staring at you, locking you in an unoccupied classroom, the proximity, his expression to your departing words? Come on! Isn't that the crap that you secretly obsess with reading about?" He might be right, but he can also be an ax murder. Right, like he could be carrying an ax around...could he?

"Aw, he's so cute!" Tori's gushing brought me back to the conversation. I blinked a couple of times. Didn't she hear anything I said?

"Focus Tori! Have you been missing part of my story? The guy's an ass!"

"I know, I know..." wait for it... "but the guy's a hot piece of ass!" She never seems to disappoint, doesn't she?

"Sure," I said in a clipped tone,"now thank you guys, for your uplifting words. I need to clear my mind; I'll meet you later. "

I took the steps leading up to the library. I couldn't help but feel the warmth of the room. I went to look for a book and sat down on one of the tables closest to the window. But as I sat there, I looked outside and wondered how soon I will find the answers to my questions.

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Hey! Sorry that this has taken so long and that it actually sucks. I'm a proud mother of three amazing boys, who drain the life of anyone in a matter of seconds. I'm more of a reader than a writer, but please, stick by this story, I hope I won't disappoint.