~Leata~

"Ty, you alright?" I question as I lean towards him in History.

He doesn't say anything, just nods.

"Alright, he hasn't said a word the whole morning. There's something wrong with this kid." Ryder whispers to me.

"No shit, Sherlock." I whisper back, rolling my grey eyes before speaking loudly. "Ms Hayfer, Ryder, Tyler and I need to be excused."

"Miss Hale-"

"Please." I plead, cutting her off.

She sends me a look of pure surprise and shock. Yeah, I never use manners with her. "Uhm, sure. Go ahead."

"Lets go, Tyler." Ryder motions towards the door as he and I get up.

"Wha--no. We don't need to be excused." Tyler speaks up for the first time this morning.

"Yes, we do." I argue.

"No, we don't."

Ryder and I share a look.

"Triplet Pact." We say in unison.

Tyler pouts as he gets up, turning to the class.

"When we say 'Triplet Pact', you have to." He tells them, still pouting. "It's a rule."

*~*

"Alright, tell us what's wrong." Ryder demands as he, Tyler and I sit down in the middle of the soccer field.

"Nothing's wrong." He lies.

"Triplet Pact." I say instantly.

"Dammit." He grumbles. "...Crystal's back."

My jaw drops to the ground along with Tyler's.

"Someone's going to have to hold me back if I see that puta." I seethe, clenching my fists.

Crystal Dell, Tyler ex-girlfriend and my ex-best friend.

Hehe, Crystal Del Taco.

Shut up. Not the time.

Tyler gave her the world and she cheated on him.

With Quentin Selman, my boyfriend at the time.

Honestly, I was more pissed at the fact she cheated on my brother than the fact my boyfriend cheated on me.

"Blake will." Tyler and Ryder both answer in unison.

"Thanks for volunteering Blakey Boy as tribute." I say sarcastically, making them both chuckle.

"Listen, Lee." Tyler turns serious. "Quentin's back, too."

"What?! I'm going to kill that bitch!" Ryder fumes.

"Not if I kill him first." I mutter, clenching my fists again.

"Lee, whatever you do, just don't fall for him again." Tyler tells me. "I know he cheated on you with Crystal and all, but he was kinda your first love."

"Don't worry, Ty." I assure him. "I'm not going to fall for that hoe again."

"I'm just making sure, because they say you never forget your first love."

"Ty, momma didn't raise no fool."

"Well, yeah." Ryder says in a 'duh' tone. "Our momma is Angel Hale. Of course she didn't raise no fool."

*~*

"Amore!" I stop walking to my next class and turn around to see Blake catching up to me.

"What's up, Hotness?" I ask.

"Tyler knows Crystal the Bitch is back, right?" Blake confirms.

I nod. "Everyone does, unfortunately."

"Yeah, well, she's looking for him."

My anger from earlier returns. "Why the hell is she looking for my brother?"

"Long story short, she wants to get back together with him."

"Oh hell no, when I see that bi-"

"Leata?"

My anger spikes even more when I hear the familiar voice behind me.

I slowly turn around, my teeth clenched. "Asshole."

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don't be like that." He gives me a smirk, his blonde hair styled in a quiff like always.

"Then how am I supposed to be? Welcoming you back with open arms and serenading your stupid ass?" I question sarcastically, a cold glare fixed on my face.

"Well, that would be nice." His smirk widens.

"Oh, well have fun seeing that in your dreams." I scoff, my fists clenching.

"I dream about you every night, baby." He says, making me clench my gifts even tighter.

"Really? Because you're in my nightmares." I tell him.

"Who the hell are you?" Blake questions coldly.

"I'm Quentin Selman." He smirks. "Leata's boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Blake repeats, raising a brow at me.

"Ex-boyfriend." I emphasise. "He cheated on me with Crystal."

"It was an accident."

And there goes my self control.

Where is it going?

Up Quentin's ass.

I throw my fist towards Quentin's face, getting him in the eye and making him fall into the row of lockers next to us.

"Nice punch, Amore." Blake whistles. "Next time, follow through with a kick to the balls then a knee to the nose. That'll fuck him up."

"Thanks for the advice, Hotness." I say as he grabs my hand and assesses the damage.

"It's not going to bruise. Damn, Amore, you're good."

"Why did you call him Hotness?!" Quentin exclaims, standing up straight with his hand cupping his eye.

He's going to have a nasty black eye tomorrow.

"Why did you cheat on me?" I answer his question with a question.

"It was an accident!" He repeats.

"Accident?" I laugh dryly.

"Lee-"

"Accident my ass." I cut him off. "Cheating on someone is not a bloody accident. Tripping over is an accident. You don't just trip and fall into a vagina."

Quentin takes a step forward. "Leata-"

"Back off, man." Blake tells him, a cold glare on his face, making Quentin step back.

"I will win you back, Leata." He says.

He sends Blake a glare before storming away.

"Well, that was fun." Blake says sarcastically. "Want to go get some pizza?"

"Anything to get out of this hellhole."