A/N
I tried my best... up above is
~Blake~

      As Callie and I walked into algebra for first period I never expected anything other than relentless homework and sleeping students, but as soon as class 12B met Blake Channing everything changed.

     "WAKE UP!" I jolt awake to the sound of my annoying little brother Louise as he jumped up and down on my bed, alarming me that its morning. Louise, 8 years old, black hair, green eyes, goofy grin, and HIGHLY ANNOYING! Also a brat, slacker, social, oh and did I mention he was annoying? If I didn't then I'll just say it, He is SUPER ANNOYING. Oh wait I DID already say it, well then now you know he is extremely  annoying. "Get off my bed." I grumble as I throw the covers over my head. "WAKIE WAKIE UGLY SNAKIE!!!" I bolt up as I'm greeted by Rowan, Louise's pet snake. "Hiss." its tongue flicking.

     "Hey Rowan, hey annoying brat. I mean Loui, My tongue must have slipped." I give him a sheepish grin as he sticks his tongue out and stomps out of my room. I look at the time. "Oh its only 8:30." I mumble into my pillow, school starts at 8:55. My eyes flutter shut until realization hits me, i have twenty minutes to get ready! Callie is picking me up at 8:50. I remember how pissed my child-hood best friend would get if we were late for school.

     I remember having to shuffle through the block, rain tainting my clothes. For 3 weeks. While Callie savored every moment of my suffering as she jammed out to Justin Bieber in her car while slowing driving by me sending my a devilish grin every once and a while, not only that but she taunted me with pizza. Pizza! She knows my weakness for italian food, scratch that, she knows my weakness for ALL foods. It was the cruelest thing that has ever happened in humanity, screw freaking peace on earth, I WANT FOOD!

     I hop into the steamy shower, a new week. More like the next five days turning in your work early, driving at school 3 minutes early, volunteering, working part time to deliver pizza, and a week filled of listening on and on about Callie's huge crush on Benny the schools Football captain. Two greek goddesses looking people in love with each other, how cliche. I slowly get out of the shower drying myself and check the time, 6 minutes. All the time I need.

     I slip on a black tank top and shrugged on a white and black checkered flannel. I shimmied on my 'boyfriend' jeans and combed my hair. I don't know why the jeans are called "boyfriend jeans" because its not like I'm going to get one of those any time soon. Im 17 years old and the only two relationship I had ever been in is one I hate to ponder on and one thag lasted 3 months with my ex best friends Miles who I no longer associate with because personally he's a stubborn brat.(And I'm not just saying that because I'm his Ex.)

     My midnight dark wavy hair was about dried. I did a 360 turn on my heels and headed for my drawers , socks. I shuffle through my drawers to find no socks. Yippee. "How come I can never find my socks?" I ask no one in praticular. "Socks,Socks,Socks." I repeat, searching frantically through my room for a pair of socks I might have managed to just throw aside while I eagerly jumped into bed one afternoon from getting home from school. Nada socks.

     I look under my bed and find two ankle socks, the only problem is one is black with white skulls and the other it pink with blue striped. There both ankle socks so people won't notice, right? I would rather face a stock full of laughing teenagers than Callie's wrath so I slip on the socks.

"Will do for now."

8:50.

My phone vibrates in m back pocket as I receive a call.

Me: Hello?

Callie: Look behind you

I turn on my heels to look behind me, watching out for an angry Callie.

Callie: Made you look.

I shake my head at how childish she is.

Callie: I"m not childish, you are the one wearing two different socks."

I begin to wonder if I said that out loud.

Callie: "And before you ask, no you didn't say that out loud. you are just so predictable. "

me: "How do you know about-"

Callie: "-socks? well its not your first time you lost your socks."

Me: "Ok stop thats creepy"

Callie: "As creepy as me being in your closet"

My eyes widen like saucers and I dash to the left of my room and slam the closet door open. Nothing.

Callie: "Made you look, Now come downstairs!"

I rub my temples and end the call. I will never get used to Callie.

I slip into my black converse and go downstairs and into the kitchen. My mother is waiting for her coffee to brew as she stands near the coffee machine wearing dark blue sweatpants and a white tank top which is too big and has paint stains on them. My mother, an artist. Not a very successful one but one none the less. I go over and kiss her on the cheek. "Wheres Wendi?" I question. She yawns and stretches, "Still sleeping."

Wendi is my little sister, she's only 3 years old and lets just say she's adorable! She has black hair and big brown eyes just like me but from her soft features I can tell when she grows up that she's going to be a hard one for the boys to catch.

I shrug and grab an apple from the counter, "Gotta dash." I say before grabbing my backpack and exiting the house. I'm greeted by the sun as I munch on my apple, only a bit chilly. I'll live. "HEY Scarlet!" A voice chirps . I look to my right to see Callie waving like a maniac from outside her window, beckoning me to hurry up. One part of her car on the curb. I frown at the sight. I wouldn't be surprised if one day Callie was suspended from her license for what she calls her "Unique driving techniques." I skip over to her red Toyota truck in my driveway. "Your cars on the curb." I inform her knowingly.

"Special technique."

I roll my eyes.

After 5 minutes of sharp turns, Ariana Grande blaring from the radio, Me singing along, And Callie's unintentional road rage we finally park in the parking lot of the school. "I can't believe that jerk cut me off!" Callie roared, still clearly upset that some black Laborgini cut in front of us. "And he had the guts to flip me off after I honked my horn!" She rants.

As we enter the school its filled with student packing their backpacks of their books and scurrying to class with their friends. I don't really have to many friends, although I have many acquaintances. Everyone knows my name just like everyone else in the school. We all know each other somehow even if we barely wave hello.

Callie follows me as I twirl the lock combination on my locker, it opens with a slight click which I can barely hear over Callie's and I's bi-polar conversation. From road rage to planning our weekend. "Carls what do you want to do on Friday?" Callie asks. "Carls" is what she calls me because she feels "Scarlet" is too long to pronounce when in a chippy damn good mood. "Eat." She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms over her books she hold securely against her chest. "But what do you want to eat." She questions. "Food." I say with a slight "duh" at the end. She sighs clearly impatient. "Fine be that way and your paying." She quickly leaves.

"I'll take it that your paying?" I holler after her and she quickly looks back shrugging. Whenever she does that it means, I'm paying...Great. Callie doesn't eat to much and have a great slender frame although I have the same slender frame and I eat whole cows from lunch. We are an odd bunch, the binge eater that doesn't gain a pound and the bi-polar popular kid. I grab my Algebra text book and slam my locked shut. Locking it once more.

The lockers are a bit rusty so you need to put extra force on them if you want to close them. A tap on my shoulder makes me leap against the lockers. "Hello Ms.Reed." greets the assistant principal, her blonde hair cut in a short bob and her pale skin pimple and zit free. Her dark mascara making her eyelashes longer and a minimum amount of lipstick that makes her look more professional. "uh-oh- hi Mrs.Carter." I stutter and lean off the lockers.

"Id like you to meet Blake, he has 5 classes with you and since your a great influence I was hoping you could guide him for the first couple of days before he can manage on his own." I nod in agreement, whenever a principals asks you a favor its more of a demand than a question. Blake comes up from behind her and holds out his hand. He looks like a freaking GOD. His black hair messy but in a good way, he's wearing a grey fitted shirt, black jeans, and combat boots that put my converse to shame. He has a flawless complexion. His grey eyes trace my movement. They look cloudy yet kind.

"Stop checking me out." He deadpans. Taking me out of my trance. "I wasn't!" I deny even though I probably was. Mrs.Carter gives us an approving smile before heading elsewhere. "So my names Blake, and you are?" "Scarlet Reed." He chuckles. "What?" He shakes his head. "Scarlet is a shade of red and your last name is reed, take away one 'e' and you have yourself two shades of red. that and plus the way you blush like crazy making 3 shades of red."

I check and I noticed my cheeks burning up. "Very funny." I smile. He frowns. "So where are we heading?" He asks and I lead the way to algebra, on the way their we run into Callie who stops talking to a brunette haired girl and mouths behind Blake's back, " You're boyfriend!" My eyes widen and I shake my head viciously making Blake turn back. Callie strolls towards him and pushes him closer to me. She eyes us gaining a curious glance from Blake then states. "Relationship goals." and scurries off before I can protest.

I'm left their mortified and highly embarrassed. "You're red again." Blake states with a sly smirk. "Thats-uh-Callie-she jump to conclusions-sometimes..." I stutter still embarrassed. I tug on his sleeve and guide him towards the classroom. As we enter I feel girls staring in my direction with an emotion I've never seen before from them, envy? I head towards my regular seat and Blake sits behind me.

Callie walks into the classroom and stops rooted to her place. A big cheshire grin appears on her face making my stomach turn. "Hey new kid." Callie races over to her usual spot nest to me but doesn't sit down. "My names Callie I'm Scarlet's best friend." They both hold out their hand. He wraps his hand around hers making me mentally gag at the way their both trying to shake each others hand with their right hand.

"Im Blake." He states. "The new kid."

"Well Blake how long have you and Scarlet been together?" I feel the blush creeping up my neck. "5 minutes, just met her." Callie frowns but her smile comes back. She's up to something. "Well I doubt you can see all the way back here, why don't you move a seat up and sit in my seat." She pats the chair next to me. They are double seated tables meaning if he sat here he would be right next to me.

"Its ok but thanks I'm tall enough." and in fact he was tall. He looked about 6'1 and I was about 5'8. "Blake how old are you?" interrogates Callie. "18" He replies. "I suggest you sit right here Blake before I make you look 16 again." Blake grins. "Why would I move?"

"Because I think Scarlet would love to sit next to you." I could feel both of their heated gazes turn toward me as I stared straight ahead at the whiteboard, not making eye contact with anyone. Did I want him to sit with me? I heard shuffling until Blake plopped his backpack on the back of the chair next to me and sat down. From behind me, Callie tugged on my hair gently, I looked back. She winks and I quickly look forward again.

This is gonna be a long day.

"Yay."

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Authors Note people gather around!!! So this if officially the start of "Our Rebel" Hope you enjoyed and leave a comment if you liked it! Don't forget to *drum roll*

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