It's the weirdest feeling to wake up knowing it's your first day of your last year at school. A tinge of sadness hits you for a second, before you realize you can escape this hellhole and finally do whatever you want to do.

I was still coming to terms with the fact that I was pretty damn old when my brother, Parker, burst into the room. What a freaking ruckus.

"Get up Lazy Blazie!"

"Call me that one more time, I freaking dare you," I said, eyes narrowed as it hit me that there was still a year left of this madness, and with the amount of workload we got, I wouldn't even live to see the end of it.

What a cheerful thought to start this glorious day.

"Are you giving me breakfast in bed?" I asked my brother. He shook his head.

"A massage?" I got another no.

"A message from school saying school's closed?" He muttered a soft no.

"Then get the hell out of my room, you twat!" His eyes were still twinkling with delight. The idiot loved to piss me off. It was one of the few things he was good at.

Okay that was a bit too savage, even for me. He was good at football I guess, and getting the girls that came along with it. I had to give him that much credit. I realized he was still standing in my doorway, but now with a huge smirk.

"10...9....8...7..."

His eyes widened before he raced out of the room, me on his heels. He may be good at football, but track was my thing. And this fool was going to die for not remembering that.

I tackled him onto the ground, and he struggled under me.

"Say you're sorry," I demanded with narrowed eyes.

"No," he said , still with a grin on his face. If I had a free hand I'd slap it off.

"Say we are Unagi," demanded Rick in his best imitation of Phoebe's voice, as he snuck up behind me and held down Parker's legs. I burst out laughing and rolled off Parker. God I loved that show. I loved Rick too. He wasn't my dad; He was my stepdad. I preferred to refer to him in my head as my friend, and one of the coolest old guys ever.

"Morning Rick," I said, and scrambled up, sticking out a hand for the guy. He took it and I lifted him slightly off the ground before letting go. He landed with oomph.

"Works every time," I said, and whistled, "I'll be there for you", as I made my way to the kitchen, the most magical room ever invented.

"Bro did you hear?" asked Amelia, one of my best friends, as we made our way to the front doors of school, "Liverpool High"

"No, are we all getting free tickets to Rihanna's concert next week," I asked in a fake-excited voice.

"No," Amelia deadpanned.

"Oh come on Ames, why did you have to get my hopes up like that," I said with a laugh at her sour expression.

"Man, that pout is sexy," Michel Hamilton called out as we reached our lockers.

"So is the jacket babe, where did you get it," I said in my sexiest voice, as I went up to him. I trailed one finger up the jacket sleeve.

"Thrift store downtown," he replied with a smirk

"Ames, let's hit downtown this weekend," I called out, dropping my flirtatious act, and joining her as she walked down the hallway.

"Why do you have to be such a tease Blaze," she said with a laugh.

"What? All I asked was where he bought the jacket," I said, playing innocent. She gave me her signature, deadpan look.

"Oh yeah, then why'd you trail a finger up him?"

"I was feeling the material," I countered and we both looked at each for a second before we burst out laughing.

"You're such a flirt B," she said as her laughter died down.

"You know it babe," I said, shooting her a grin before we finally met up with all our other friends at our very classy meet up spot.

The janitor's closet

"Ah, if it isn't my 2 favorite girls," cried out Jace when we entered, as he threw his arms around both of us. He was a tall muscled guy, who was also my best friend/brother. I'd known him since he'd been a tiny, scrawny kid with a high-pitched voice. Oh, the good ole days.

"Hey guys," said Mia, in her softest voice as she finally appeared under the small light bulb that dangled from the ceiling in this closet that wasn't even half the size of my bathroom. I quickly noticed she was adjusting her shirt.

"Did you 2 go at it before we got here," I asked and Amelia fake gagged next to me as Mia's face lit up with a blush.

"Guys, you're ruining the purity of our meeting place," cried out Amelia, looking like an older sister as she placed her hands on her hips.

"Ames, it's a janitor's closet, not a freaking palace," said Jace, rolling his eyes.

"I want a palace," announced yet another member of our little group as he waltzed in. Theo Walter, the nerdiest guy in our grade and also Amelia's twin brother. He was currently panting and glaring at Amelia.

"Did you really have to ditch me and take the car on the very first day of school?"

"Yes," she said. Ah there was her signature deadpan look.

As the 2 began to argue, I took out my phone and checked the time. 8:25. 5 minutes till the first class.

"Guys, where's Natasha," I asked. They gave me a shrug. Natasha was the final member in our little group. I'd met her at singing classes in 6th grade, and when she'd joined our school in 9th, she became part of the group almost instantly.

"Okay guys let's get out of here. I still haven't gone to my locker yet," Mia announced and we all trooped outside.

Ah finally, I can breathe. Why we chose the janitor's closet as our meeting spot I'd never know. Oh wait I chose this spot. I inwardly scolded my younger self.

There was a bunch of commotion in the hallways. Not the usual "I haven't seen you in forever, I have to trample everyone to get to you," kind but the "someone's beating someone up kind." I quickly shoved through a couple of kids and I found Natasha at the center, staring down her ex boyfriend, Luca William aka the biggest douchebag I'd ever shared this planet with.

"Hey Luca," Natasha said in her coolest voice before attempting to get past him. His hand shot up to grip her arm, before swinging her in front of him. I stiffened, and Jace popped his knuckles next to me. I knew he wouldn't do anything though. Luca was his quarterback and Jace couldn't risk losing his position on the team. Not in senior year.

"Tasha baby, why don't you drop by my house later. I thing we have to clear a few things out." I noticed his grip on her arm tightened and she flinched.

"Get the hell away from her," I growled out, my eyes narrowed on his ice blue ones. My hands balled into fists as I took a step between them. He wasn't that tall I realized, and I towered over him with my 5ft11 height.

"Out of the way Blaze," he shot back before reaching out to throw me to the side. I caught his arm and twisted it just slightly, my other hand darting out to press down on his neck. Not to choke him, but hard enough for him to know who was in control here.

"Leave her the hell alone, or I will cut your balls off and feed it to my dogs," I threatened in my deadliest voice. I didn't have any dogs, but he didn't know that.

It may sound like an overreaction, but after what he'd done it took every ounce of my self-control to not hit him.

He swallowed and his cheeks burned. I realized I wasn't going to get away with this. I'd just threatened/humiliated one of the most popular boys in the school and there were at least 40 witnesses. Word would spread fast. I put my arm down and stepped back, the slightest bit of fear hitting me. My eyes never wavered from his though.

He stepped forward then, and brought his lips to my ear.

"You are dead for this b****. Just watch," he said and at the end, his lips turned up into the cruelest smile before he walked away from me. Even as my hands were clenched in fists, they still trembled slightly. Shit. What the hell had I done?  

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-ASH