"He slapped your butt!?" Caitlyn gasped, nearly choking on a mouthful of pizza.

She had come over right after picking up a pizza for us while I had set up the drinks and movie. We were currently sitting on the couch, and I was telling her about what had happened today.

I nodded. "Yeah, and then he called me 'hot stuff'."

She frowned. "I don't like this."

"Me either. It's whatever though." I shrugged.

"It's not whatever. You're a good girl; my little ray of sunshine. A boy shouldn't be treating you like that. If I ever saw him lay a hand on you like that, I'd break his damn hand off," she shot back.

I shrugged. "I can only hope that they transfer out. I don't mind helping them out and teaching them, but I just don't like it when they break my project, or touch it for that matter, or slap my butt."

This time she spit out the soda she had begun to drink, and stared at me with livid eyes. "They what?"

"Cameron was trying to help fix my project but ended up breaking it."

The can instantly crushed in her hand and she shot to her feet. "The project you've already spent a month on? The project you've brought home to work on because you needed to finish it? The project you've literally put your blood and tears into?"

I chuckled and looked down at my scarred hands from the numerous times I've sliced myself with a sharp tool. "Yeah."

"Aw hell no." She stomped to the door and I quickly stood and grabbed her hand, trying to get her to sit back on the couch. "Where does this fucker live? I swear I'll slice his nuts off with a spoon!"

"Caitlyn! Please no!" I couldn't help but laugh. Don't get me wrong, I knew she'd do it too. Her ex had to put a restraining order on her because she constantly messed with him after she had caught him in bed with another girl. It flattered me that this girl loved me enough to go ruin a guy's chances at having kids because he had broken my project. Since I was a huge softie, she was my anger and would fight anyone for me. That's just how we've been for the past four years of high school.

"He needs to learn that what he did was wrong!" She said, still managing to move. I was wearing socks on carpet, and she just dragged me along like I was nothing.

I began to panic a bit when she was close to the door. She was being serious about this, and I was a little afraid for Cameron's manhood. "Caitlyn no!"

"Why not!?"

"I don't have the bail money!"

She stopped at that. "What happened to it?"

"You got in a fight with that girl who keyed your car, remember?"

She sighed. "Fuck, I forgot about that."

I dropped her arm and we sat back down on the couch. She still looked really mad, and I could see the flames flickering in her green eyes.

"If anything happens again, you text me and I will be down there in a second and start beating ass. Got it?" She told me, looking me right in the eye. She had removed her black framed glasses to make direct eye contact with me, and I felt the full power of her angry gaze.

I nodded. "I will." I sat back and took a long sip of my pop.

"Good. Also if you end up falling for Grayson, I will not hesitate to beat you. If that doesn't work, and you two end up together, he'd better show me in a fan-fucking-tastic way that he will not hurt you."

My pop got lodged in my throat as I began to choke, and I started to cough. It shot out of my nose, my nostrils beginning to burn. I leaned over and began to drool pop. Thank god we didn't have carpet in the living room. Caitlyn began to laugh, and I was still trying to control my breathing.

"What the hell, Caitlyn!?" I coughed.

"What? I've read fan fiction before Genna, I know what happens. Trust me, one day he's just gonna walk up to you and say 'mine' and next thing you'll know, you're banging in the janitor's closet."

"Caitlyn!" I gasped.

"It happens! Books don't lie," she defended herself.

"Fan fiction does though! Also since when do you read?" I asked. The only book she's read religiously is 50 Shades of Grey, and that's it. I was the book worm in this relationship.

"I've been reading some stories on that app you write on. So what?" She shrugged.

"There's nothing wrong with it, I just didn't know you read," I told her.

"Yeah, well, I've been doing research. Ever since Grayson started staring at you, I started reading. Any second now, he's going to walk through that door on a motorcycle and throw you over his shoulder, telling you that you're his."

I snorted. "Please. I'm too nice and sunny for someone like him. Also he was probably just staring at my body. Everyone does."

"Yeah, they're all staring at those boobs," she said.

"I can't help that either. It's just like the height thing."

"Enough of the boob talk. Back to the matter at hand," she said. "You really need to just help them and that's it. Talk to Miranda or anyone else in that classroom. Miranda's the tallest goth I know, she'll scare them off."

"I'm pretty sure Miranda would rather sit on their faces than scare them off," I told her.

Miranda has been my friend since sixth grade. She was the exact opposite of me, but we somehow became best friends. She changed a lot over the years. She grew almost two feet, wore all black everyday, and loved chokers with spikes on them. Not to mention the dramatic makeup she loved to wear. She was intimidating to say the least, but I knew her soft side, so I wasn't afraid of her. Our relationship was odd, but I loved it. "Unique" I liked to call it.

"You're right. She's never really liked commitment."

"Exactly. Maybe Dawson would help? When he's there, that is."

"Dawson's scrawny as hell, though," she pointed out. "He's one of the biggest stoners in school. He'd probably just ask if they wanted to smoke with him."

"And let's not even talk about Kameron," I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Kameron wouldn't do shit. If they did something, he'd probably just laugh and look the other way. I don't know what Miranda sees in him," Caitlyn stated.

"His ass. Also she's taken an interest in his eyes ever since I sent her that photo of a sapphire and said 'Literally Kameron's eyes'." I had gone to the museum a few days ago, and in the section where multiple gems were housed, I had found a sapphire that was the exact color of his eyes. I took a photo and immediately sent it to Miranda. She showed him, of course, and he blushed and said "thank you". Now he thinks I have this big crush on him, thanks to Miranda.

It's not like that at all. I just have a thing for really pretty eyes.

"True. She's always had a thing for butts."

"That's why she's always grabbing mine," I joked.

She laughed. "Probably. Mason grabs mine all the time, and I don't complain."

"Any more juicy details you want to spill?" I asked, scooting closer.

Mason has been Caitlyn's boyfriend for nearly a year now, and we all swore that they were getting married. He was intimidating looking as well, with black hair and green eyes and always wore a leather jacket, but was a huge softie once you got to know him. He was like an older brother to me, and I was his little sister since his real sister was a bitch.

"I mean, he came over again last night," she said, winking.

I smirked. "Oooo did you get the dick?"

"Bitch you know I got it," she said.

"Oooo get it babe!"

"You know I am!" She said and stood began to twerk.

I laughed and smacked her butt. She stopped and fell on the couch in a laughing fit, and I joined in.

Once finished, I stood and said "I have to pee."

"You do that," Caitlyn said, chuckling.

I headed to the bathroom and did my business. While doing so, my mind wandered. What if I did end up falling for Grayson? Appearance wise, I can say I already had. Grayson and Ethan's jaw lines were carved from the gods, they had amazing bodies, and I was a sucker for tattoos and piercings. I had a few piercings of my own, but no tattoos yet.

I've never hung out with them, though, so I couldn't judge them on their personalities. What I knew about them is what I heard flying through the school halls. I like to believe that most were just rumors, but a few I could see them doing. I wouldn't judge, though, because everyone lived their own lives. It was their choices.

I finished up, and headed back out into the living room. Caitlyn had already put in Grown Ups, and we settled into our nest of blankets to watch it.

While I did laugh at the funny parts, my mind wasn't in it. My mind was buzzing with thoughts of Grayson.