The next day at school was just like the rest, hanging out with Sophia and Stephen, going to all my classes, fighting with Parker.

But one thing was different. I had to meet up with Parker after school. Even though the project wasn't due for a couple months, we had come to an agreement that getting it done as quick as possible would be the best solution.

This way, we didn't have to work together any longer than necessary.

Since we didn't have detention anymore, Parker insisted that we meet up at his car. He had also insisted that we work on the project at his house instead of at the library or something, although I don't understand why.

Another thing that was strange was the fact that Parker  was being oddly nice to me, which is weird considering just two days ago I had tackled him to the cafeteria floor. You think he would be plotting his revenge or something, but I guess not.

I still didn't let down my guard, though. I'm not trying to get hit in the face with eggs or something like that.

As I was walking up to his car after school, I saw that he was surrounded by a couple girls. He caught my eye as I approached and winked at me. This caused all the girls to turn around and give me a once over.

They mostly just looked annoyed by my presence before they went back to flirting with Parker. I scoffed at him, because he was just eating it up.

Flirting with these girls, giving them false hope, and then crushing their hearts. He enjoyed it. What kind of monster enjoys breaking girls hearts?

When I finally reached him, he walked around to the passenger side of the car. "Sorry ladies, but I have to go," he said with a hint of sadness in his voice. Of course he was sad to leave them.

"You really are a horrible person you know that?" I told him as I got in his car. God, I can't believe I'm doing this. Getting in my mortal enemy's car. The world has officially come to an end.

I scrunched my nose up in disgust. Is that dirty socks I smell?

"Why?" he asked, completely oblivious to the hatred in my voice.

"You just lead those girls on and then stomp on their hearts without a care in the world. Doesn't it ever get tiring?" I asked. He looked over at me before responding. "In my defense, they know what they are getting in to."

I actually started laughing. Like full on clutching my stomach, wiping the tears from my eyes laughing. "Could you be anymore cliche? At least come up with a better excuse than that," I managed to get out before I fell into another fit of laughter.

Parker glared at me before pressing on the accelerator, speeding out of the parking lot.

Secretly, I was freaking out because of how fast he was going, but I didn't want to let him know that. If he knew I was scared, he would go even faster and I wasn't too keen on crashing and dying in a firey ball of crushed metal.

I gripped the door handle and tried my best not to imagine my imminent death at the hands of Parker.

Soon, but not soon enough, we pulled up to his driveway. "So why are we doing this at your house?" I asked. I knew we needed to start working on the project, but I still didn't understand why we couldn't just go to a library or something.

"If we went to the library, all the girls would fawn over me and keep interrupting our work to flirt with me," he replied in a 'duh' tone. He really had an ego the size of Alaska.

As arrogant as he was, what he said is true. Parker was right, as much as it hurt me to admit.

Girls seem to be pulled to him like metal to a magnet, no matter where he went. It was for the best if we went to one of our houses so we wouldn't be disturbed. As we exited the car, I noticed that Parker had a suspicious looking smile on his face. We walked inside, slipped off our shoes, and went into the kitchen. I didn't bother looking around his house, because I didn't care.

It's not like I would be coming here that often anyways. All I needed to know was how to get to the kitchen which is where we are working.

"I have another question for you," I told Parker as he walked over to the fridge to grab something.

"Shoot." He threw me a water bottle that I caught with one hand. His eyebrow raised up, but he didn't comment on my quick reflexes. "Why are you being nice to me? I know that we have to do this project together, but this is still freaking me out. You haven't even called me a name yet, which is a new record for you. Shouldn't you be plotting your revenge one me because of the whole me tackling you situation."

He looked like he had already thought of this before I asked. "I need this class to graduate and in order to play football. Since Mr. Ford is going to be checking in on us and grading us every week, I need this project to be good. I can't fail."

I guess that made sense. I was also a student athlete with straight A's. If I started failing in even one class, I wouldn't be allowed to play tennis anymore.

I went to sit down on one of the stools at his counter, but as soon as my butt touched the chair, it collapsed underneath me. I fell to the ground in a mess of tangled limbs and metal bars. I looked up to see Parker laughing at me. "HA! Got you!" he screamed at me and laughed some more.

God dammit! I had let my guard down and he got me. "Okay, fine we are even. Now can you please help me up?" I asked. He reached out a hand to help pull me up.

I grabbed a hold and hoisted myself part of the way up before I was dropped again. This time when I fell, I felt a sharp pain in my back.

"Ow!" I exclaimed. I reached behind my back to feel where I was injured, when something cool and wet touched my fingers.

"Uh oh," I mumbled. Turning around, I noticed that one of the smaller poles from the chair had impaled itself in my lower back. I turned toward Parker with the meanest look I could muster on my face.

His face paled when he saw the blood on my fingers and the look on my face.

"YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!" I screamed. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID TO ME!" he flinched at every word I said.

Good. He deserved it.

Slowly, I turned around so he could see the damage his little prank caused. He audibly gasped when he saw my injury. "Anders I-"

"No,'' I cut him off.  "Just shut your fucking mouth, I'm tired of your bullshit. You got your revenge, but congratulations, you also-"

Suddenly, my vision got blurry and spots appeared. It felt like the whole room was spinning. Then, everything went black.

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I was dreaming that I was walking down the aisle, about to get married. Standing near the altar was Matthew Gray Gubler, my all time favorite actor. Just was I was about to reach him, a blinding light bled across my vision, before leading me to a different dream.

Damn, I almost got married to the Matthew Gray Gubler.

My new dream, however, was cut short by the sound of adults arguing.

"You did this! You hurt my baby girl!" someone screeched. It sounded like a middle-aged lady. "It's not my fault your daughter sat on a broken chair," this time a man screeched back.

"Oh, so your blaming it all on me?" the woman said. "No, I'm blaming it on your idiotic family. You Andersson people are bad luck. Whenever you are around us something bad happens," the man exclaimed.

Hey, that's my last name.

"You Knight's aren't any better. You run innocent people's lives for the sake of some stupid company. Money hungry, greedy little thieves," the woman spat out. At this point, I had had enough of the arguing and slowly peeled my eyes open.

I looked around at my surroundings. To my right was a door that led to a bathroom and in front of me was a TV mounted on the wall. On my left sat a small table right next to the bed and an IV drip. There was also a window with a ledge you can sit on.

Strangely enough, there was a chair next to the little table with someone sitting in it, staring at me in shock. "You're awake," they stated. "No shit sherlock," I mumbled as I tried to sit up, but I didn't have much success.

The person jumped out of their seat and ran over to my side and helped me sit up. "Thanks," I said. Taking a closer look, I still couldn't tell who this person was. Their features were all blurry and melded together in one big, brown blob.

"Could you hand me my glasses?" I asked. Normally I don't wear mine, I wear contacts. I used to wear them all the time, but then kids bullied me and called me four-eyes (original, I know), especially Parker. He was the worst of them all.

He probably broke at least 4 pairs of my glasses. So, once I got to seventh grade, I begged my mother for contacts and luckily she agreed.

The doctors must've taken out my contacts when I arrived at the hospital. Speaking of, the last thing I remember is sitting in a chair and falling flat on my ass.

"I had almost forgotten that you wore glasses. You rarely wear them anymore," the person said, putting an object in my hands. "Yeah, because some kid used to bully-" I stopped mid sentence when I saw who was standing next to me.

How had I not recognized his voice sooner? The boy standing next to me was Parker fucking Knight.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted. after what he did to me, I don't ever want to see his face again. "I was the one that called 911 because you just fainted on me. I'm truly sorry for what I did. I just wanted to create a harmless prank to get back at you for tackling me. Please forgive me, I didn't mean to harm you. Okay, maybe a little, but nothing like this."

I sent daggers his way. Out of all the things he's done to me, this is the first time he landed me in he hospital, and I will never forget it. "Leave," I stated, zero emotion in my voice, a stark difference to the anger I had earlier.

"But-"

"I said leave," I said again, but this time with more authority. It worked and Parker left the room. Now the only question left was where in the hell are my parents? "Ms. Blaze Andersson?" A tall man who looked like the doctor walked in wearing a white coat, my parents hot on his heels.

"Yes?"

The doctor looked at his clipboard then looked back up at me. "Well, Ms. Blaze, it seems that you have a minor concussion and a a cut on your back from where the metal impaled you. Luckily, it missed all your vital organs. We stitched it back up real well. You should only have a scar an inch in length," he explained.

After the doctor finished explaining everything about my injury and my recovery, he left me and my parents alone. The moment he left, my mother turned to me with a look on her face that said 'I'm going to punch the next person to breath in my vicinity in the throat.'

I guess she is where I get my temper from.

"You are never allowed to see that boy again. If I see him so much as look at you the wrong way, I will make his life hell. Those Knights are not to be trusted." My mom took her threats seriously, so I knew she meant this.

"Trust me mother, I don't want to see him again, I hate him. The only reason I even went to his house was so we could get a head start on our history project. We thought that the sooner we get it done, the sooner we can not be around each other," I explained.

"Still, be careful around that boy. I don't trust him," she said as she got up to leave. My father hadn't said one word this entire time, just staring at the floor in silence. He must be really angry at me.

When he gets really angry, he does one of two things. He either sits and silently judges me, or he starts yelling at me in Swedish.

Although he grew up in the States, both sets of my grandparents are from Sweden, so both my parents grew up speaking Swedish as their first language. They taught me, because they felt it was important for me to understand where my grandparents came from.

Anyways, as they left I remembered something. "Hey mom?" I asked. "Yeah?"

"Why did you say the Knights can't be trusted? Do you know his parents or something?"

"That's a story for another day," she replied before walking out the door with my father. I'm sure they would be back in a couple hours, so I just leaned back and flipped through the channels on the tv.

Frustrated that there was nothing on, I threw the remote across the room and it shattered against the wall. Oops, didn't mean for that to happen.

Right after the remote smashed to pieces, Parker came running into my room with a worried look on his face. "Are you okay?" he told me, trying to see if I was hurt anywhere.

"I'm fine." I ripped my arm out of his hand and fixed an emotionless look on my face. "What are you doing in here? I thought I told you to leave?" I barked at him. I really didn't want to see his face right now. I was still angry at him for putting me in the hospital.

"Listen, I really am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. As much as I hate you and think you are annoying and tease you, I would never want to hurt you, no matter what you think. That's a line I won't ever cross. But hey, I did bring you to the hospital after you got injured. That has to count for something."

I scoffed at the naive boy in front of me.

"I was basically your knight in shining armor. If I wasn't there, you could've bled out on my kitchen floor."

"Careful," I stated, "your arrogance is starting to shine through. And I wouldn't even need to be in here if you hadn't played that dumb ass prank on me. I will forever hate you for putting me in here, more than I already did. After I get out, let's just get this project over as quick as we can."

"Good."

"Good."

We stared into each other's eyes, neither one willing to back down. Our little showdown was interrupted by a light bulb that went off in my head. "I just thought of something you can do to pay me back!" I exclaimed. "You can buy me McDonald's whenever I ask you to for the duration of our project."

"What? NO!" Parker shouted, jumping up from his seat. "Fine, then I won't work on this project with you anymore, and you can say goodbye to football."

"I'll just ask the teacher for a new partner," he stated, crossing his arms across his chest. "You know he won't allow that. face it, you are stuck with me for the next 2 months. Plus, you owe me for putting me in the hospital."

Eventually, Parker grumbled a yes.

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