Crap. Why can nothing go the way I want it to?!

Jumped onto my feet and brushed past Will. I was just out the door when I was stopped yet again.

Will was holding onto my hoodie sleeve, enabling me from escaping. "Wait Kendall.", he said. I stopped walking and turned around. His face was filled with desperation.

"We need to talk.", He finally said. "Well we're both late for class, so can it wait?", I asked him hopefully. "No. But I won't tell you now.", He said tauntingly. I sighed with annoyance. "Just tell me.", I commanded him. "Nope.", he replied slyly. Curiosity ate at me, but I was late and needed to go. "Whatever. Look, I need to go. So bye?", I told him. Why does he have to be so immature?

Then I started sprinting across the courtyard, and into the English building. I just hope Mr. Goldberg doesn't make a big deal about my lateness.

"Thank you for joining us Miss Hanks.", Mr. Goldberg said sarcastically. "Sorry.", I said quickly, walking to my seat with my head down. I was blushing, and I didn't want anyone to see it.

Then I tripped. Panic filled my chest. I fell onto the hard floor at the feet of the 'Heartless Ice Queen', no other than Hannah Mason herself.

My palms burned from the impact. My face was even more red.

Laughter filled the air. I looked up at Hannah. She took out her iPhone and took a picture. "Priceless.", She said. Then she glared at me and made a snarky comment,"Hey Kendall. Have a nice trip?" Then she flipped a strand of hair over her shoulder and continued to laugh tauntingly.

Rolling my eyes, I stood up and walked over to my chair ignoring the evilness of High School. Ugh, I hate English class. Then things got even worse.

The English door swung open making Mr. Goldberg jump. Mr. Goldberg looked angry with all of the disturbance in his class.

Will walked into the English room grinning like an idiot.

Oh gosh. Oh no. Why. Why!

"Mr. Farnsworth!", Mr. Goldberg exclaimed,"What is the meaning of this?!"

"Uh, sorry sir.", Will said without any sincerity. "You better be sorry. I have to ask, does this have anything to do with Miss Hanks tardiness?", He questioned.

No, no, no, no. Not happening. Not happening.

"Umm..."

"Mr. Farnsworth, we don't have all day.", Mr. Goldberg said impatiently.

Will met my eyes asking what he should say.

I shook my head and looked at him desperately.

"No sir. I had... car trouble.", Will said with unsureness. The way he said said it sounded like more of a question than a statement. "You, had car trouble?", Mr. Goldberg questioned.

I was screaming at Will from inside my head. Seriously. Car trouble? I mean, who would ever believe that? Will had just gotten a new Ferrari for his seventeenth birthday. And Will took very nice care of his cars, so 'car trouble' has never and probably will never happen to him. So his excuse was not real at all, whatsoever!

For some miracle-like reason Mr. Goldberg didn't say anything else about Will's extremely unrealistic excuse and carried on with class. But he still gave us punishment. The rest of English class he gave us a very long and boring lecture about why not to be late for class. Then he assigned a mountain of homework. I would never be late for that class again.

But that wasn't even the worst part of the punishment. The worst part was that Hannah was glaring at me with hatred. And that made me squirm in my seat. She knew I talked to Will. And she wasn't happy about it. I wonder what she's going to do...

At the end of class I jumped out of my seat and rushed out the door and dove into a bathroom stall. I would wait in here until the bell rang for my second period, Algebra 2. Then I heard my doom.

The very familiar clacking sound of stilettos entered the bathroom. Hannah.

I stayed silent hoping that they wouldn't notice that I was in the second stall.

"And then Mr. Goldberg like just ignored that pathetic excuse. Can you believe that indocile disobeyed me? I will like make sure she gets what she deserves. And I have a plan. Marrisa, put this in her locker. And Anna...", Hannah gave out orders to all of her brainwashed minions. I didn't hear what Anna was supposed to do because the bell rang cutting off their conversation.

"Let's go ladies. Sara did you get my books?", Hannah asked as she left the girl's bathroom.

I waited a few minutes so I knew they were gone. 'What was she going to do to me?', I wondered. I wanted to see what they put in my locker.

But I needed to get to Algebra 2. I didn't want a repeat of English class.

I rushed out the bathroom and through the empty hallways. The Mathematical Arts building where Algebra is held is next to the Literature and Language Arts building so I didn't have to go far to get to my next class. When I entered the room the teacher was not there yet so I was in luck.

Just after I took my seat next to Quinn, Mrs. George, the AP Calculus teacher, rushed into the room.

Mrs. George was in her mid 50's and had short silvery white colored hair that could blind you if the sun reflected off of it. She always wore khakis and a striped button down shirt. She looked no different today. Mrs. George was a nice lady and a good teacher.

AP Calc was my favorite class because (1) I am excellent at math. (2) Q is in my class. (3) Will and John are not in this class.

"Good morning my students. Please turn to page 57 and begin today's lesson.", she said.

I turned the page and grabbed a piece of notebook paper and scribbled down a message to Q.

(The message:)

Me: Hey Q. Meet me in the library during lunch. I need to talk to you.

Q: Sure thing. May I ask why?

Me: I need to ask you an important question.

Q: You know what they say, 'Q is for Questions.'

Me: People say that?

Q: Whatever. Not the point. I'll be there.

(End Of Message)

After the confirmation that she would be there I floated away to the magical world of math.

***

The lunch bell rang making me sigh in relief. It seemed to take forever for lunch to arrive, and now it was finally here.

I walked/ran out of the History building and across the courtyard. I flung open the door to the library and rushed inside.

I was dying to know why Will and John act so weird around each other.

I looked around for Q and found her sitting at a table eating PB&J.

"Hey Q." I said, taking a seat across from her. "Hi Kendall.", She replied. "Okay ready to answer my question?", I asked. "Yep. Bring it.", She said smoothly with a grin. "Why does John and Will hate each other so much?", I asked eagerly.

Without hesitation, Q began, "Will and John were best friends in first grade. Both of their parents were rich, lived in the same neighborhood, both were great surfers, and they were both excellent at pretty much everything. And both pretty hot, if I do say so myself. They had everything. They were evenly matched, as some might say. They continued to be friends all the way till freshmen year. No one knows the truth about what really happened. Just the rumors. So this may not real. The story I heard went like this. Freshmen year John got a girlfriend. Her name was Tabitha. Will got jealous or something and kissed Tabitha at a party and John walked into the room and saw them. And they got really mad at each other and stopped being friends. Will and Tabitha became a couple. Will took her to a party and left for a bit. When he came back he couldn't find Tabitha and freaked out. It turned out that Tabitha got raped by a college guy who crashed the party. And it was really bad. Tabitha ended up moving to Michigan or something. And John and Will have hated each other ever since.", Q finished.

"Wow.", I said. I never expected that something that bad could've happened. "Thanks for telling me, Q.", I told her quietly, thinking about what she had just told me. "Yeah. You're welcome.", Q said taking another bite of her sandwich.

We talked and I told her about Hannah. "That's ridiculous. She actually said stay away from Will?", Q exclaimed. "Yeah, I know. Who does that?", I replied.

We ate in the library until the bell rang, signaling that lunch period was over.

"I'll see you later, Q.", I said getting up to go to Physics class. "Bye.", she replied.

***

I was the last student in French class, the last period of the day. I wanted to stay until everyone else left. I want to investigate my locker alone.

"Kendall, still here?", Madame Angeline asked. "Yes, Madame. Just leaving.", I said hoisting my heavy backpack on my shoulder. "Au bientôt.", She said. "Salute.", I replied.

The halls were empty as I made my way to my locker.

Then I stopped. Locker number 336 stood before me. I carefully put in the combination of my lock. It popped open. I took a breath and swung open the door.

A crisp white envelope sat neatly on top of my books.

I took the envelope and opened it with shaking hands, unsure what the contents would be.

I gasped.

Not good. Not good.

Read the Authors note. It's important.
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A/N

Hi. Please, please, please comment wether you are on

•Team John•| #Kohn .
OR
•Team Will•| #Kill

And yes, I know Kendall and Will's shipping name is strange, but if you can think of anything better comment below.

Also what do you think is in the envelope? Comment your thoughts.

Votes are also appreciated ;)

Xoxo,
--Cora❤️

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