Grace

Something really bad happened to me. And when I say bad, it was very, very bad like a disaster kind of bad. How could I let it slip through my goddamned attention?

I had accidentally worn two different platform shoes to school this morning. I meant it seriously, one was cockroach red, and the other one was onion pink.

Even though both of them were six-inches heels, I felt as if I was walking silly like one of my old uncles who used to has a chronic hemorrhoids problem.

Gross, why would I ever think about that?

After getting the books someone decided to torture high school students with, I slammed my locker shut and began strutting to my prison cell only to be halted by the presence of a modern-day Adonis.

Holy shitballs!

He has a face that was carved by the gods, perfectly-shaped cheekbones and jawline which could cut diamonds in halves, a pair of deep soul-staring blue eyes, cute little freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks with the endless brown golden waves lay up the top of his head.

In other simple words, his face would make a perfect seat.

Impossible to believe, yet it was real. Dylan Ryker was now walking in my direction at a brisk pace, pushing a scrawny freshman kid out of his way. I just wanted to mention real quick that the kid deserved it for peeping at girls in their changing rooms.

Once Dylan's eyes locked with mine, I caught a blazing fury in them. His lips thinned to a slit line, jaw clenched and his nostrils flared with every breath he took. He was furious and he thought I was the right person for him to lash out his anger at.

Oh, honey, he's dead wrong.

I was raised in a haunted house and my first pet was a blind spider. Unlike everybody else, I wasn't afraid of dying, and dare he even thinks of laying his been-god-knows-where finger on me, I wouldn't hesitate to smack him so hard that he would go into a coma.

Hell, I'm not scared of anything.

Soon as Dylan approached me, he grabbed me by my shoulders and pushed me against the locker. The push wasn't that hard, but it made me gasp aloud as my eyes widened in shock.

The next thing I knew I was trapped when his palms landed on either side of my head, caging me with his heavy lifting arms. Not knowing what to do, I froze in my place.

Please don't kill me!

The metallic thump noises had attracted the crowd's attention to us and now they were waiting for me and Dylan to start an argument. What can I say? Unless it wasn't them involved, these students truly enjoyed seeing other people got dominated or knocked out.

"Gee, it's that the time of the month?" I teased while looking up at Dylan's fuming face.

I tried to act as though he annoyed me greatly by his actions-which he did actually and not like I was actually starting to fear for dear life.

"Shut your dick hole, Nixon!" he growled.

That's a first.

Dylan's symmetrical eyebrows scrunched downwards, similar to his frowning mouth, and as confusing as this situation might be, he appeared like he was trying to tame his temper. Taking a few deep breaths, he closed his eyes and threw back his head.

I found it really sexy and wondered how his face would look when I — stop! What was wrong with me getting suddenly excited?

I was brought back from my highly inappropriate-for-the-moment-thoughts to reality after Dylan spoke to me in an irritated tone.

"Why did you do that to me?" he asked. "I've never wronged you."

It was like God himself had slapped some of the lost memories back into my head. Dylan Ryker was one step closer to producing smoke through his ears and I just remembered why. Yesterday, I might or might not have spread an inappropriate rumor about him to Cherry.

It was a stupid action however, the girl was really getting on my nerves, bragging about how she managed to score a date with him, and at the same time she pointed me out as the girl no guy wanted that my vagina was probably covered with cobwebs.

The most satisfying thing happened after I spilled the made-up rumor -- the look on her face. She was utter disbelief and went silent instantly.

But now that I had poked the bear, I needed to deal with the consequences and I hoped this 6ft beast could be tamed into a harmless teddy.

"You guys have a problem?" Dylan yelled at some of the students causing them to scramble to their classrooms.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that," I tried my luck, just in case.

"Don't play dumb with me. Cherry told me everything," he replied, hitting the nail spot on.

I couldn't give up that easily and this situation was actually kind of amusing. "About what?" I asked him again.

"You said I have — " Dylan paused, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down as he took his time to continue.

He leaned closer to whisper in my ear. "You said I have pubic lice."

I fucking snorted and his eyes broadened in response.

"Did you just snort, Nixon?" he asked, his eyes flashing with annoyance.

I shook my head. "My nose just farted."

"If you find this shit funny, this will be the last time you laugh. I will make sure of it," he warned me.

Pfft, ooh I'm quaking in my mismatched heels.

"Dylan, I really am sorry this happened to you. My bad, but look at the bright side, I saved you from Cherry. Her legs have been spread by many guys in this school more than peanut butter on white bread —"

"I don't care about her," he cut in, warm minty breath fanned on my face. "Do you seriously think other girls still wanna go out with me after the shit you pulled?"

I couldn't think of an answer resulting in him moving forward to close our gap. Not only his gesture made me flinch back but, it felt harder for me to catch a breath all of sudden.

"Don't you ever, for one second, think that Dylan Ryker is someone who you can fuck with," he let out another warning.

"Well then I guess the rumor helps," I told him, almost forgetting how to breathe.

"You're digging your own grave, Nixon." Dylan's hands fell to his sides and he deliberately stepped back, doing the only thing a bad boy could do.

He smirked.

"Nice shoes," he commented sarcastically before sauntering off, leaving me still trying to absorb his previous threat.

It was hard to think when he was standing in front of me smelling like good sex and wet dreams just now.

"Morning, Grace," greeted a girl with metal braces on her teeth.

Oh, look, my favorite stupid person. It was still a mystery how she still stuck herself around me even after numerous times I told her to leave me alone.

I'm beautiful, smart, and skinny and apparently, this world only liked skinny, beautiful people, so I guessed no one could resist my charms, including her.

"Morning, metal mouth. Aw, I miss you like an idiot misses a point. That's you, of course. Did you finish my homework?" I asked her.

Alison nodded. "Yeah. I have some problems with Math though."

"Not that I care but, it's fine. You aren't born smart and you're not an Asian either, " I said and Alison looked surprised.

"I think that's a little racist, Grace," she told me.

I raised my eyebrows. "Oh really? How's that racist?"

"There are smart people in all races. It doesn't mean that only Asian people are good at Math," she answered.

I rolled my eyes. "I can smell the amount of shit coming out of your mouth right now. That's my positive compliment to the Asian people, you fucking goon."

"I—I'm sorry, Grace. I shouldn't question your sincere compliment," she stammered, sounding remorseful.

"God, stop talking and be useful for once in your life." I handed Alison my textbooks for her to carry and swiftly made my way to our classroom.

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