"Ivory!" My brother whined, walking in the room.

"Hmm?" I asked, eyes on my show.

"Can you get off the television so I can watch a show." He says, sitting down beside me.

I scoff. "Um no. You are grounded and you put grape jelly in front of my door, staining the carpet."

He raises an eyebrow. "You are grounded too."

I raise an eyebrow, mocking him. "And? What mom doesn't know won't kill her."

"I'm telling her you are watching TV!" He throws back.

I roll my eyes. "And I'll just tell mom that you get on your computer still while you are supposed to be grounded."

He pales. "So is that supposed to be a way as in payback to me?"

I give him a look. "No, I have something in way better in store for you."

I inch closer towards my brother, a huge creepy smile on my face. "So. . . I'd stop pushing it with me."

Austin gulps. "Now since I think about it, you can have the TV."

A small smile covers my lips. "Thought so."

"Don't look so smug, Ivory." He walks out the room.

"I can do whatever I want, insefted dirty nipple." I give him his old nickname I came up with long ago.

"Tell mom that and see what she says." He says, slamming his door shut.

"Like I would ever." I scoff quietly.

***

I walk down the hallway towards my locker and sigh.

I hate mornings.

"Hey," Butt hurt jerk says stopping by my locker.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

He gives me a look. "Talking to you."

"Well, I'm not in the mood to talk. One, I'm very tired. Two, your stupidity is making me even more exhausted." I say, putting my books in my bag. I realize that there is barely any people in the hall. Except a few people hurrying to get to class.

"Fine be that way. Didn't wanna talk to you much anyway." He walks away, playfully rolling his eyes.

"Okay class, please silently read while I go talk to the teachers outside for a important matter."

As soon as the teacher left everyone went up in loud conversations. I got out my book and read, ignoring everyone.

"Why are you reading?" A boy with thick glasses asks.

My eyes flicker up to look at him. "Why are you asking?" I throw back.

"Because I'm curious." He answers.

"Because I want to, that's why." I state.

"Are you always this grumpy?" The guy asks.

"Are you always so nosy? Please leave me alone." I say.

"I don't want to." He smiles.

"Well I'll just ignore you." I mumble, but he hears me.

He tries to talk to me, but I live up to my words and ignore him. And eventually he stops trying to talk to me.

***

"Aww, look at you, sitting at a table and waiting for me-so sweet!!" Butt hurt jerk says, sitting at the table while I'm reading.

"You do realize the only reason I come to the library is for peace and quiet, not for you." I said. "Oh wait! You wanted to 'compliment' yourself by saying that. Well, butt hurt jerk, it isn't working."

"You do realize I come here to just annoy you, disrupting your peace and quiet." The jerk says.

"I thought you came here in seeks of sleep?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Yeah I used to until someone decides to always bother me while I'm in the act of trying to get some sleep." He retorts, leaning back in his seat.

"Go cry somewhere else, whiny butt hurt jerk." I look back at my book.

"I like it here though, it'd be better if you were gone. . .Looks like that isn't gonna happen."

"You know what else isn't gonna happen-"

"Collins?" A girl interrupts our conversation.

He turns to look at her, I watch as his eyes light up and a smile takes over his butt hurt face.

"That's me." He replies like the dufoos he is.

"Hey," the girl says. Her long dark hair stops at her back and fits her face. Her brown eyes are kind looking at she sweetly looks at Collins- I mean butt hurt jerk.

"Hey." He says, sitting up straighter. "What brings you here?"

She sits down and totally ignores me.

Well.

"Um. . . I'm Kandi." She says, smiling softly at him.

"I know who you are." He quickly says.

Wait what?

"I mean. . . You were saying?" He says, neck getting red.

She nervously laughs."Um yeah. I was wondering if you could tutor me for History. I'm not getting as good as a grade as I wished. And I asked the teacher and he said t to ask you to tutor me." Butt hurt jerk just stares at her. "Um if you can't, I can find someone else. Sorry."

She gets up from her seat. He stops her. "No! I-I can tutor you."

Kandi smiles at him. "Thanks, Collins. It means so much! I'll give you my number at the end of the day, can we start today?"

"Uh yeah sure!" He says a little bit too excitedly.

"Thank you, Collins! You are the best!" She gives him a big hug before walked out of the library.

He stares after her, small smile playing on his lips.

"You okay? It looks like you are high." I say, waving my hand in front of his face.

"Um yeah just fine." He mumbles, face getting redder.

"You like her." I note.

He blushes harder. "Her?" He scoffs. "N-No."

"Her." I scoff, mocking. "Y-Yes."

He looks away, face burning.

"Aww, butt hurt jerk actually has room to fill in his heart that is full of himself for her!" I remark, voice getting high by force.

He scowls at me."I don't like her."

"Because that explains the high look on your face after she hugged you and the small smile when she came in the room, calling your name. And how you knew her off the bat and how you answers way too fast to hanging with her. And-"

"Okay, okay! Imaylikeheralittle." He says fastly.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear what you said." I say.

"I may like her a little." He mumbles.

"What?" I press, teasing.

"Don't push it." He warns.

I wrinkle my nose. "I won't be pushing anything actually."

"You are dirty minded, aren't you?" He says, shaking his head at my reply.

"I'm as dirty minded as you are stupid." I say.

I grab a grape from my zip lock bag and eat it.

"Funny." He says, mocking fake laughter.

"I know," I say after swallowing the grape. "Don't be jealous that I'm funny and you aren't."

"Oh I'm funny!" He defends.

"You are funny as much as you are smart." I laugh. "Which means not at all."

"You know your jokes could make a person insecure." He says, faking being hurt.

"Who do I talk to that would make someone insecure?" I ask.

"Your friends." He takes a grape.

"Netflix?" I ask. "No I love it."

"I mean your friends at school." He takes another grape. I smack his hand.

"I don't consider you as a friend." I joke.

"No kidding." He rolls his eyes. "I mean the friends you hang with, stupid."

"What friends?" I laugh.

"What?" He looks at me.

"I said what friends?" I take a grape and pop it in my mouth.

"Do you not have any friends?" He asks.

"Netflix and my mom- the best of them all." I laugh.

He reaches for another grape.

"Stop! Those are my grapes, jerk." I smack his hand away.

He rolls his eyes. "Fine let me starve." Then he adds. "You don't have any friends?"

I chew my grape, swallowing loudly. "Netflix and my mom."

"You know what I mean."

"Well most of the people at school totally are obnoxious and judgmental and so on. . . Point is I tell everyone how it is. And they must not like that. Or it may be because I'm annoying." I say. "Plus I don't really care anyway."

"No friends at all?" He asks.

"For God's sake no. No friends." I said.

The bell rings and we head to our next class.

"Great there is infested dirty nipple." I mumble.

"Who?" Butt hurt jerk laughs, hearing me.

"My brother." I groan as he walks our way.

"Hey, Ivory." My brother says.

"Infested dirty nipple?" I joke, teasing him.

His eyes go to butt hurt jerk. "Who is that?"

I look at my brother. "That's butt hur- Collins I mean."

"I'm Ivory's brother Austin." He said. "I haven't heard anything about you."

"Who?" Butt hurt jerk asks, confused then realizes that Ivory is me. "Oh her."

"Yeah her." He laughs. "How did you two become friends?"

"We aren't friends." Butt hurt jerk and I say at the same time.

Before my brother can say anything, the warning bell goes off and we all scramble away to our class.

The teacher isn't in the room, so we don't get scolded for almost being late.

"I didn't know Austin was your brother." He murmurs.

"There's a lot of things you don't know." I say and sit down at my lab table.

"Welcome class!" The teacher says. "I am in a mood for change."

The room is silent.

"Which means. . . New seats!!" Everyone is silent, the teacher makes us all get our stuff and go to the back of the room.

"Okay.." The teacher says. "Jamie and Hilary, sit at the table in front of my desk. Jessie and Wilson sit here." The teacher points to a table.

I don't know if it's karma or what but the teacher just had to make me sit with a certain someone.

"Ivory and Collins sit in the lab table in the very back."

You guessed right, butt hurt jerk.

"Of course." I mumble to myself.

"Hi, cupcake." He platers a very fake smile on his face.

"Don't talk to me, butt hurt jerk." I give him a glare, showing him I'm not pleased with my seating arrangements.

"Cupcake, I'm not happy with my seat either. So I'm not going to be all rude to you."

I narrow my eyes. "When am I rude to you? I'm just being myself."

"Yeah and you're rude." He says.

"Gosh," I say. "Everyone says be yourself, but the things is when you do they judge you."

He gives me a brief glance before he looks at the teacher still assigning seats. "Who said I was judging you."

"Oh I never said it was directed towards you." I remark.

"Then who was it directed to?" He asks, curiosity filling his voice.

"Everyone." I smile at him.

"You can never stop people being judgmental. Every one is to one point in their life."

I then realized that me and him were almost kind of having a serious conversation.

I didn't like it.

"Aww, are you trying to be poetic so you can impress your crush?"

"She is not a crush." He quickly says.

I almost face palm my forehead. "Goodness! I forgot she is more than a crush." I raise my voice. "Kandi-"

He covers my mouth with his hand. I slap his hand away. "Gross don't touch me! Who knows where your hand was!"

He smirks. "A few minutes ago I was scratching my butt."

I wrinkle my nose. "Where you trying to soothe your butt hurt butt?" I sigh. "If so, it's permanent and you can't fix that."

"No actually it itched." He shrugged. "And that hand was all over your mouth."

"That kinda sounded dirty." I remark. "And by the way your hand stinks."

He grins. "It's from my butt."

He better be joking.

"Why are we talking about the most undesirable part of your body?" I shudder.

"For your information, girls find my butt attractive." He defended. "And then what's the most desirable part of my body?"

"Absolutely nothing." I shrug, like it's simple.

"You really do tell people how it is." He says softly.

"At least you accepted your unattractiveness."

His eyes widen. "That was a big word."

I almost face palm."You just proved your stupidity from saying that, stupid."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did. Not."

"Did. Too."

Class starts and the teacher begins our lesson we are currently learning.

Stupid butt hurt jerk leans over to me and whispers, "Did not."

I was about to whisper did too, but the teacher calls on him to answer a question that he didn't even hear.

"Square root of five." I murmur when he doesn't say anything right away.

"Um..square root of five?" He asks.

Everyone laughs at him.

But the teacher glares. "This is science not math."

When the teacher calls on someone else, stupid butt hurt jerk looks my way.

I whisper only so he can hear me. "Did too."