Never challenge a cheerleader. Why? Well, for one thing, she always has an army of manicured nails behind her back and she's ready to deliver a nice bitch slap whenever she deems appropriate.

Also, never get the cheerleader's guy. Why? Well, you know why.

"So we don't like Erin Matthews now?" one of the girls questioned as they all followed me while we walked into the school. My ankle was still wrapped up and I shouldn't have used it too much yesterday but what's done is done.

I'm sure as hell thankful that I went to Evan's house or else I would be wandering around oblivious of what's happening.

"Correct," I confirmed, my game face on, "But leave her brother out of this."

"You so have a thing for Evan," Vivian smirked beside me and I rolled my eyes, waving her off.

"I don't," I said, turning away the idea completely, "Unlike you Viv, I don't see everyone as a fuck buddy."

She was shocked for me to display such a lash so bluntly in front of everyone. One of them whispered to her that I was just temperamental this morning so she should just ignore it. That's what she get for saying that, I'm done with people pointing at Evan as if I'm going to eat him up.

I don't want rumors to erupt around him just because of me.

"And her friends?" another one questioned, returning back to the original topic.

"Whatever you want," I said. I don't really know them, but if these girls wants to have some extra fun then why not? I still have that one chick who almost yelled at me during gym period engraved in my mind.

Don't do that to me.

Gray suddenly appeared in front of us and flashed the girls a smile, making them stop with the conversation to stare at him. Me? I was less than pleased with the interruption.

He knows that when I'm like this, there's trouble just around the corner.

Wrapping an arm around my shoulder, he led me away from the group and started talking, "Whatever you're thinking, Clara, please get it out of your pretty head."

Just because he called me pretty doesn't mean I'm backing off.

"Didn't I tell you that before?" I snorted, shrugging of his arm off.

"I know that I was wrong..." he trailed off.

Taking a deep breath, I prevented myself from softening up, but alas, I failed. Well, only a little bit, "At least you came on time, I was worried that you'll come late."

His expression suddenly softened at the concern and I meant it. As angry as I was at him, I don't want his dreams to be crushed just because of tardiness. At the end of the day, fights or not, I still care for him. And to tell you the truth, the day he tells me that he doesn't need me anymore is the day I would really snap for good.

Meaning, I'll cause mass destruction.

"Clara..." he trailed off, his hand just an inch away from mine, "You're just stressing yourself."

Shaking my head, I reached out and gave his cheek a little pat, "Gray, you just be yourself, I'll take care of everything."

He released an audible sigh as I walked around him and went straight to the classroom and he had no choice but to follow. He only gave me these talks, hoping that I would give up on my own because he has never told me to stop.

Deep inside, I know he doesn't want me to go as well.

Even when he has a new girl, he'll still hang around with me. And it infuriated the others, thinking that they got rid of me, but what they don't know, even Gray doesn't want me to leave.

If you've been through what we have, you'll understand why.

As I sat down on my seat, I almost forgot that Gray occupied the desk right next to mine. When he dropped onto his chair, he turned to me, trying to urge me to calm down since I was still obviously fuming.

I watched as Erin came inside the room, her lips turned down into a deep frown as she tried to pull her jacket tighter. As I craned my neck to the side, a smirk formed on my face when I saw the dark red stain decorating her white shirt.

Just saying, my girls move fast.

Gray saw my expression and he groaned, "Clara!"

"What?" I replied, innocently batting my eyelashes, "I haven't laid a finger on her."

Well, I haven't, but the team had and from the looks of it, she finally realized that she was getting targeted.

The teacher entered the room, quickly silencing everybody as he went on with the lesson. During the period, Gray kept trying to get my attention but every time he did, the teacher will gave him a dirty look. Since he has been suspended before, he was quite careful when it comes to provoking the wonderful educators of this school.

When we heard the bell, the teacher dismissed us and I packed up all of my things. Gray called out my name once again and I only shot him a wink before I walked out of the door.

I didn't get far though, he grabbed my wrist and started pulling me with him. He shoved people away and I tried to break myself free, but nope, he had a steel grip.

He opened the janitor closet and pushed me inside, closing the door behind him and locking it. I gaped and looked around. I'm not going to deny that I've been locked in this room with Gray multiple times now, but that's usually when we have other thoughts in mind.

What? We're adventurous.

"Look, I got drunk on Saturday night and just started banging on her window, I passed out on her bedroom floor and when I woke up, I realized that I threw up on my own shirt so she had to get me a new one," he admitted, trying to explain the predicament that happened yesterday, "I'm telling you, it's not her fault. I've always told you when I've done something."

Then why did you come to her that night? I wouldn't have done the same to you. I would let you sleep on a bed, I would go out and get you a clean new shirt so you don't have to squeeze yourself into something that was obviously too small, and then, you wouldn't have to worry about keeping anything a secret.

I tried to look as fierce as can be, but that was quite impossible when I'm standing next to a dirty mop and a shelf of cleaning products hanging above me, "Then why didn't you tell me that you ditched with her last week after meeting her at the clinic?"

He was taken aback that I was aware of that ordeal. I placed my hands on my hips and shot him a dirty look. He thought he got away? Hell no, I'm a better of a detective than he gives me credit for.

I've known all his little escapades before he even thought of hiding it from me.

"How did you know?" he questioned.

"You know I'm not a bimbo," I laughed sarcastically, "I had it all figured out, you were off having tons of fun with her."

"Then how about you?" he growled, "I saw you and the brother laughing the other day. You have the right to tell me to stay away from some other girl and yet you're schmoozing to some dude."

Is he really turning this to me?

"For your information I was talking to him because I was worried about you!" I practically yelled, my hands balled up into fists, "And you know I haven't been with another guy since we've been doing it."

"And I haven't done it with any other girl aside from you!" he declared.

"Liar!" I accused, trying to move around him so I can leave, "Call me when you're finally telling the truth."

He stopped me and grabbed my face, crushing his lips onto mine. He was angry, he was frustrated, and he was annoyed – he showed it all in that kiss. He refused to release me, trying to find relief just like the many times we did it.

I, for one, am in no mood for this right now. I slapped him behind his head so he would stop. When he did, I gave him a glare and pushed him away, "You know I can walk away any time."

That was lie, I couldn't even if I tried.

I'm supposed to get him closer to me, not push him away. Though right now, I'm at the brink of losing it, I've endured his many escapades with other girls and to tell you the truth, I'm at my limit.

We were both breathing hard – because of the kiss and because of our scream fest. He looked me in the eye and I did the same to him. Biting my lip, I resisted the urge to slap his beautiful face.

I shoved him away before I reached for the doorknob and I swung it open. To my surprise, some of the people from our clique stumbled into the cramped space. A clear indicator that they eavesdropping the whole time.

"How much did you hear?" Gray asked in a low tone behind me.

"Only when Clara said that she can walk away any time," one squeaked in fear. With Gray's intimidating stare, she had every right to be scared.

I was silently relieved to find out that they didn't hear the conversation about Erin and Evan. Also, they didn't find out about the fact that I haven't been together with anyone else for practically two years.

Only Vivian knows that and if the others think the same, my image will shift. The boys wouldn't be at my beck and call, the girls would think it's okay for me to go on their silly double dates, and more importantly, they might think Gray is tied to me.

I want him to be with me, but not in that way.

"Move!" he barked, creating a huge space between them. He marched away and his lackeys went to follow him, leaving me seething with the girls to calm me down.

"Make sure I don't see Erin tomorrow," I commanded, walking out the closet and slamming the door loudly behind me.

I walked right pass them, making my way to my next class; I'm probably late anyways because of Gray.

They better their damn job or I'm going to dirty my hands myself. Again, you people don't want to see me angry.

When lunch period rolled in, I was still in such a displeased state. Gray? He didn't even come to the cafeteria, his lackeys said that he went off to smoke or something behind the school building. I'm actually afraid that if we see each other, we might spark another argument.

"If you keep frowning like that, you'll develop wrinkles," Vivian warned as she tried to make me respond, "You know I'm still offended by what you said earlier."

Taking a deep breath, I turned to her and my lips fell into a flat line, "I'm sorry."

My tone was so robotic, I was amazed that I managed to say those words. She wasn't satisfied with it, but accepted it nonetheless, going back to her lunch, "Oh by the way, we've been doing you some favors."

"What?"

She looked around and perked up when she saw Erin standing by the vending machine, her friend yapping by her side. Vivian glanced at one of the cheerleaders and nodded, giving her a signal.

The girl stood up and so did Vivian. She pulled me up to my feet and dragged me along with her as she and the other cheerleader walked up to the vending machine, pretending to be interested with buying a beverage.

They causally stood there and I was looking as confused as ever. Suddenly, the girl pretended to gasp and be surprised by Erin's presence and she tapped her on the shoulder, "Hey are you Erin Matthews?"

Her voice was loud enough that the people around the area could hear and when the lamb turned around, her eyes widened in horror to see who it was.

I don't know what's happening but I have a feeling that I'm going to like it.

"Is it true that you did it with Gray in the school clinic?!" she asked, her voice boomingly loud, "So daring, I never pegged you for that kind of girl."

Whispers started to erupt and Erin's ears turned red. Her friend gaped beside her in disbelief as the lamb tried to scramble around with her words, "That's not true!"

"You know, I heard noises coming from the clinic after gym class that day," Vivian backed up, trying stop a smirk.

She nudged me to the side, telling me to cooperate with scheme. I cleared my throat and plastered a shock expression, "I can't believe you pulled my man into your little desires."

"Have you heard?" a girl who I noticed was from the volleyball team whispered loudly to the person standing beside her, "Gray and Clara are fighting because that Erin Matthews convinced him to cheat on her."

"Really?" she asked, sincerely shocked, "That's horrible, Gray and Clara was such a perfect couple."

Oh pish posh, none of you believed that we were a couple. Everyone knew we had no titles, but that didn't mean we didn't hold a leash of each other. It was generally expected that we would be seen together, but no one accepted that we were actually official.

With the whole bunch of popular peeps behind my back, it's really easy to start a rumor train. Now, it looks like that I'm the victim.

In this case, she was ruining the match made in heaven. Popular girl plus popular guy? Perfect. Popular guy and some nobody girl? Too cliché.

Her mouth opened and then closed again – looking like a goldfish. She was trying to defend herself, but as the talks became louder, she was suddenly drowned in this bad light. Her headstrong friend seems to be absent today so it was only her and the other meek one. From the looks of it, she can't find an exit for herself on this.

Another teammate approached me with a cold bottle of water in hand, seemingly just curious about what was happening. Suddenly getting an idea, I snatched up her drink, surprising her, "Hey!"

For dramatic effects, I tipped the bottle over Erin's head, making the contents spill all over her. She shrieked at the cold temperature and the sudden liquid that dampened her. I handed the bottle back to my teammate and I glared at her, "Stay away from Gray!"

"She deserved it," we heard a bystander say.

Spinning on my heel, which was quite painful thanks to my ankle, I strutted away with the girls following behind me.

The most cliché line has been delivered! Let the war begin.

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Warning: This may sound like I'm drunk but I swear, I'm just sleep deprived.

From the last chapter comments, I realized that there are two kinds of people: readers who wants to play minor tricks and people who wants to see death. You people amuse me.

So anyways, I'm crawling right now. My prelim exams are next week so basically it's me plus sleepless nights of studying. Wish me luck that I at least pass. My subjects for this semester are a lot more confusing than the last one.

This is going to go on for about two or three chapters, but you'll see why. It took me a while to realize why I'm so keen on writing this maybe because I'm finally at the same age as my characters. I used to write seventeen year olds while I was about fourteen. Although, I'm already in college, I still have the mentality of a high school student... oh life.

Question: Should she still stay with Gray?

There we go, next week might be a late update because you know why. Nonetheless, wait for it and I shall see you all next chapter. I love you all, please leave a comment, vote, and follow because that's already a stress reliever for me.