"Mr. Smith, the first day of school and you're already in my office!"

If y'all thieves would invest in proper doors, the fucking glass wouldn't have fallen off it!

Despite his resemblance to Lex Luthor, Mr. Prickleberry's intelligence left...much to be desired of. Not a great quality for a principal to lack.

After his statement, we both stared at each other in silence.

Eventually, he growled, "Well?"

"Well what, sir?"

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

"No, why would I?"

"Because I was addressing you!"

"With a statement, not a question."

"You know that I meant for you to-you know what, never mind! Just...tell me why you decided to break that glass."

I shrugged. "Because I was angry."

"Because you were-Mr. Smith, you clearly do not grasp the severity of the situation you are in! That glass was very expensive-"

"When bought in bulk, but singularly it's not exactly going to run the school broke. I should know, after all, didn't my family provide the doors in this school when they refurbished it?"

Smirking, I ran my finger across the pieces of furniture around me. "Everything in this room, you have because of my family."

His mouth dropped agape. "Mr. Smith, h-how dare you try to threaten this school! Your parents were the ones who donated these, not you!"

I stiffened. "You're right, of course. Between you and me though, I've been the one sending in anonymous annual donations of $25,000-"

His eyeballs bulged. "What?"

Well, it technically has been Annie, but you don't need to know that.

I continued, "The 25,000 which I've noticed that you only seem to remember 5000 of when you're announcing it to the school. This is between the two of us for now, but that might change if I have to pay for glass my family donated in the first place."

After a moment of silence, he stuttered, "Are-are you threatening me, Mr. Smith?"

Chuckling, I leaned closer to him. "What do you think?"

At that point, his body was vibrating as he clenched his jaw.

Finally, he growled, "I see you've resumed with that infamous mouth of yours. Watch yourself. One of these days, your mouth is going to put you into serious trouble."

"Good to hear. Until then, I'm going to keep on talking. Anyways, I'm going back to class. Have a nice day, Mr. Prickleberry."

He didn't reply. Not even as I swiveled my chair around and got up. It was only when I got to the door that I heard him murmur, "Brickleberry."

I glanced at him. "What?"

"My name is Mr. Brickleberry!"

. . .

"Miss Delane spent the majority of the lesson bitching about how rude you are! It was epic! I mean, smashing the window to make a statement? Sick, dude!"

I didn't bother to correct Hans as I nodded at his praise. I was sitting on the field's stands with him and Andy, listening to them recount the story of my little spat with Miss Delane.

"And the part where he told her to shut up? That was- damn!"

Apparently not so 'damn' enough for me to remember it happening.

"Who told who to shut up? What are you guys talking about?"

Sweat glimmered of the tawny beige skin of the guy approaching us, his shaggy hair flopping as he did so. From afar he looked like a mammoth, towering over the rest of us at a height of 6'5. His shirt clung to his muscular, honed build.

Hans grinned. "Yo, Mitch! We're talking about Angelo and Miss Delane's epic fight!"

Mitch's dark eyes diverted to me, widening. "Really? Damn, I wish I could have been there! Sadly, the stories of literature don't call to me as much as physics does."

Hans rolled his eyes. "Shut up, nerd."

We all laughed.

Grinning, Mitch asked, "So, what really-"

He was interrupted by a high-pitched yell: "You dickhead!"

I winced. "I sure pity the fool she's going to- what's wrong?"

Wide-eyed, Andy gestured in the direction of the bottom of the stands. "Dude, look!"

"What on earth are you talking-"

And then I saw her. The mistress of the savages. Queen of the wildlings. She who shan't be bound.

Aimee.

. . .

Her waist-length dark brown curls flew back in the wind as she prowled towards me. Her hazel eyes were shards of ice as they observed me, figuring out the quickest way to catch her prey if he tried to run. Her blood-painted lips stood out against her olive skin.

What the fuck does she want?

I drawled, "Fellas, please stop the female that's trying to approach me right now."

Andy scratched the back of his neck, sheepishly grinning. "I love you man, but... it's Aimee!"

"Really?" I shot him a disbelieving look before turning to Hans. "What about you?"

He shook his head. "Sorry, but I'm scared that if I do it I might end up forever in the friend zone."

"You've dated her before! Both of you!"

"Well... it was more of talking than actual dating. We didn't even get to... you know!"

I furrowed my brow. "You haven't? I thought the majority of the guys in the school have."

He shook his head. "Nope. There's only one guy in this school who has likely smashed her, and that's Dylan."

Of course, she'll sleep with that fucktard.

I sighed. "Very well then. Mitch-"

I didn't bother to finish my sentence once I saw his expression.

Why the fuck do I even hang around these simps?

When she arrived, she batted her eyelashes at the other guys. "Hi!"

As if taking a leaf out of Mitch's book, a lovestruck expression flew onto Andy and Han's faces. They stuttered simultaneously:

"H-Hi!"

"What's up, babe?'

"Uhh..."

I sighed. "Hello, what the fuck are you doing here?"

In a flash, Aimee's eyes zeroed onto me. "Trying to save your fucking literature grade, you obnoxious prick!'

"Thanks for the effort, but it's not needed."

She crossed her slender arms. "You do realize it's worth half of your grade?"

I rose an eyebrow. "Really? I thought it was everything."

"And you don't care?"

"What do you think?"

"You-" She groaned. "Look, I don't even care about your grades, you can fail if you want."

"Oh? Then considering we're on the same page... why are you here?"

She huffed. "Because Miss Delane had this terrible idea to make Romeo and Juliet's grades depend on each other."

I shrugged. "Sucks to be Juliet I guess, but that still doesn't explain what you're doing here."

"Y-you idiot, I'm Juliet!"

The world froze.

Everything stopped. The wind stopped blowing the grass, the birds stopped tweeting, people stop chatting. Everything froze, except from my mind and the one word ricocheting throughout it:

What?

Too soon, the world started up again.

I stuttered, "W-what? She made you Juliet?"

"Yes!"

"For real?"

"Yes!"

"Are you sure she said, Aimee? Maybe she meant Sadie."

"Because there's no Sadie in our class yes, I'm pretty sure! Why are you asking me all these stupid questions?"

Looking down at my hand, I mumbled, "Sorry, I can't believe this."

She was silent for a few seconds, then sighed. "I don't blame you. I mean, I wouldn't believe it either if I got someone so beautiful, talented, and amazing to play my love interest."

Looking up at her, I scoffed, "I should be so lucky. Instead, I'm stuck with you!"

"What?"

"You heard me! I can't believe Miss Delane would go this far to ensure that I don't do this play. The poor woman didn't have to put in all this effort, I already had no intention of changing my mind!"

Her mouth dropped open as the guys snickered. Then, one of her eyes started twitching.

She's about to pull an Annie!

Sure enough, she bellowed, "You asshole!"

She stomped at one of my feet, but I grabbed her leg and held it in place.

Looking down at her foot, I smirked. "You're not too bright-"

Slap!

My jaw dropped in synchronization. A loud gasp swept the field; everyone who had been pretending not to pay attention to us dropped their masks at that moment.

My hand flew to my burning cheek. "Y-you slapped me."

She smirked. "That's how we roll in our relationship, Romeo darling! You make insulting, senseless comments and I slap a bit of sense back into your head!"

"We don't have any sort of relationship you bitch! Also, don't call me-"

"What's that, Romeo? We should meet here same time tomorrow with our scripts? I should hunt you down and murder you if you don't? With pleasure, sweetie! I'll count the seconds until our meeting!"

She turned around and marched away before I even got the chance to reply.

How dare she!