Hey guys! I decided to try and bring in some emotion, you know like a background story for the character, and of course some more Shawn and Alex moments. Lemme know watchu think. Oh and Nick is 15 btw. Happy reading!

It was eleven in the morning on a Saturday. I'd just been studying all morning, since it was one of the rare times I actually got to study properly or get any work done. I had basketball practice three days a week, and the other two days went into working out, finishing homework and hanging out with my friends.

The video of me punching Shawn had gone viral, apparently some cheerleader was filming us playing. It shows how Shawn shoved me onto the ground and how I spring back up and punch him right in the face. He stumbles and nearly falls down, his face contorted in pain, cursing me under his breath. Then Coach Dixon steps in.

I know I definitely should not be proud of this, but I couldn't stop myself from smirking. Dang, that was pretty badass of me. At least that should teach stupid Shawn Hunter a lesson. Never mess with Alex Peirce.

Megan pulled up outside my house and I groaned, so not wanting to do this. I'd asked her to drop me off to Shawn's house because there's no way in hell I was going to ask either of my parents. It would be so awkward.

I got into her car and we drove off. "So, how bad do you think it's going to be?" Megan asked.

"Extremely bad. We tried to freaking kill each other yesterday. He's most definitely still pissed. Heck, even I'm pissed. We both are the basketball team captains of our school, so you'd think we'd get along."

Megan laughed and continued driving until we reached Shawn's house. Holy crap, Megan was not kidding when she said his house was huge. My jaw dropped.

It had huge wooden double doors, and a walkway leading up to it with a freaking water fountain. Green grass surrounded it all around and there was a swimming pool and jacuzzi in one area and a basketball court in the other. It was a blinding white, with balconies made of wood and glass, beautifully capturing the essence of the house. The whole thing must have cost hundreds and millions of dollars. I can't even think about the inside.

"Holy crap, how do they not get tired of having to walk so much in their own house?" I asked in amazement. Megan just shrugged. "The hell would I know. Now shut up and get out of my car, I've got to go shopping."

I got out and Megan drove off, leaving me standing on the pavement. I sighed and started walking towards the house. As I kept walking, I realised there was even a soccer field. These people really don't have any worries do they?

I rang the doorbell and had to wait for like five minutes before it was opened by a very shirtless Shawn Hunter.

Oh, boy.

He looked like he had just gotten up from a nap. His hair was dishevelled and he was rubbing his eye like a five-year-old (his other one was still bruised). He was wearing literally nothing except sweatpants that hung dangerously low over his waist. As much as I despise him, I hate to admit that the dudes' got bod. I could see his freaking six pack on display and his biceps were flexed as he held the door.

"What is it?" He asked, his voice all deep and raspy like how it gets when guys wake up in the morning. My mind didn't register what he said right away, and I peeled my eyes away from his chest when I realised I was staring. Gosh, why is this so embarrassing?

"Uh, I'm here to work on our project?"

"Huh? Proj-"

He stopped talking as he had finally snapped out of his drowsy mood, and his eyes widened when he realised who it was standing at the door. He expression changed to anger, and his arm started twitching like he was itching to slam the door in my face.

"You."

I smirked at him and put my arms out to the side. "Me."

"You're the reason I'm going to have a black eye all damn week!"

"You scraped my elbow! And pushed me like a thousand times!"

We both had a silent staring contest and I won. He groaned and stepped back to let me inside the house. The inside felt even more huge than it looked from the outside. The smell of money practically reeked from every corner. However, it seemed to be empty.

"Where are your parents? Or the thousand servants you probably keep?" I muttered under my breath. "Shut up. They're not here." He snapped. "Now can we get this over with?"

It felt weird being in such a big house alone with him. I half expected him to take out a gun and shoot me any second. He led me upstairs to another living room and plopped down on the couch, stretching his arms and back, his godamn muscles flexed right in my face.

"Jeez Shawn, can you atleast put on a shirt for the love of god."

"It's my house Peirce, I can wear whatever I want."

"Dude, have some courtesy. Can you just put on a godamn shirt?"

He sighed and made to get up but suddenly stopped. His face morphed into a mischievous grin that almost made me want to run away screaming. He came alarmingly close to my face and whispered in my ear.

"Why? Is it making you nervous?"

I internally rolled my eyes. Okay yes, maybe it was making me a little nervous, but come on who wouldn't be? I didn't back down though. I stared right back at him and whispered back.

"Your breath stinks."

He immediately reeled away from me, falling back onto his couch. His expression was so funny, I wanted to die laughing right then and there.

"Not my fault. You woke me up during a nap."

"It's eleven thirty in the morning."

He gave me one last dirty look and got up, probably going to go brush his teeth. I started working on the project on my own, pulling out my notebook and noting down random stuff about me to put in it. Shawn returned five minutes later, still shirtless.

"Seriously? You were gone for five minutes and couldn't bother to put on one damn shirt."

"Nope. I'm not ashamed of my body."

"That's not the point."

He plops down on the couch again, lounging with his hands behind his head. "You're right. That's not the point. The point is that it makes you nervous."

"Why the hell would I be nervous?"

"Because you find me hot."

I glared at him. Of course, he was hot. The dude had a body worthy of comparison to Chris Hemsworth. Doesn't mean everything else about him was all sunshine and rainbows. If anything, it's rotten with just one tiny brain cell.

"Just shut up and tell me something about yourself."

"You are clearly interested in me now."

I reached out and smacked him on his arm. "No, you idiot, it's for the English project."

He shrugged. "All right. My name is Shawn Hunter, I'm captain of the basketball team."

"I already know that dickhead."

"That's all your getting. Why don't you do it?"

I groaned into a pillow, trying my best not to stab him with my pen. This guy was impossible to work with. It gave me a headache to just look at this stupid face.

"Fine. My name is Alex Peirce, I'm also captain of the basketball team. I've been in love with the sport ever since I was a kid and aspire to go to Stanford one day. See, was that so hard?"

I looked back at him to see that the douche had taken out his phone and was listening to something on his headphones. I reached over and yanked it off his head. "Hey! Those are mine!"

"Too bad. Can we please work on this project now?"

Shawn just took out his phone again, but this time before I realised anything, he lifted it and took a freaking picture of me.

"What the hell Shawn?! Delete that now."

"Nah. You look stupid as hell. It's all for the project am I right?"

I slammed my notebook closed on the table and started packing everything up. There was no working with this guy. I was going to go to Mr. Jones and ask for a different partner. I packed up my bag and stood up.

"Leaving so soon?" Shawn drawled sarcastically. "Yes, it's impossible to work with you. I'm asking Mr. Jones for a new partner." I snapped.

He scoffed. "Figures. Coward."

I stopped. "What the hell did you just call me?"

He put his phone down and stood up, crossing his arms like a little kid having a tantrum. "I said, you're a coward."

"Oh, you want to do this huh? You really want to mess with me?"

"Why the hell not? I'd crush you."

It turned into a silent staring contest, both of us trying to seize the other up, neither succeeding and both holding their ground. I almost had him, until I heard a very loud and annoying high-pitched voice.

"Shawny! I'm here!"

You've got to be kidding me.

Both of us turned around and saw none other than Kayla Montgomery standing there, smiling like a goofy idiot, and suddenly stopped when she saw me.

"Uh, baby what's this narc doing here?"

Narc? Really?

"We're partners for the English project. I didn't ask for it."

I snarled at him. "In case you guys haven't noticed, I'm standing right here. And I didn't ask for it either."

Kayla just ignored me and walked up to Shawn, grabbing his neck like a vulture and smashing her lips on his. Shawn gladly responded, completely forgetting I was there and grabbing her ass. She even started to take his pants off. I gagged and picked up my bag, wanting to get the hell out of there. I did not need to see this. Shawn really has no shame. Weirdo.

I stepped out of his house and let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding. Going to his house is like navigating a prison. Yeesh.

I called Megan and she came to pick me up. "Done so soon?" She asked. "That was barely an hour."

"Ugh. It's pissing off as hell working with him. Then stupid Kayla came in and shoved her tongue down his throat. It was disgusting."

Megan scoffed. "Those two are dating now? Cool they're meant for each other- fake and faker."

I laughed. "Yeah. The idiot didn't even have the decency to wear proper clothes, he literally sat shirtless the whole time."

The car came to a halting screech on the side of the road, like some kind of track record they play in a movie. Megan turned towards me, her mouth gaping. "You were looking at him shirtless?"

"I wasn't trying to look and neither did I want to, but sure."

"Holy crap. I've only ever seen him shirtless once before at a party. The guy has got serious abs. What I'd give to lick it..."

"Ew! Meg! Gross!"

She shrugged and continued driving till we reached my house. I waved goodbye and thanked her, then walked up to my house. I saw my dad's car in the driveway, which meant he was home. Wow, that's the first time he's been home so much.

I took out my keys and opened the door, to only walk in and hear a bunch of shouting.

"We are your family! Can't you put in some effort around here?"

"Effort? I'm the one paying all the godamn bills! You barely even have a job!"

"No, I don't have a good job, because I'm the one who always has to take care of the kids!"

I closed the door behind me, trying not to groan out loud. Not this again.

I walked into the living room to see Nick already sitting there, his head in his hands. He looked up when he saw me come in and shook his head, pointing upstairs. "They're fighting again."

His expression was worried and he was biting his finger nails like he was scared. I dumped my bag on the couch and sat down next to him, putting a reassuring arm on his shoulder. "Relax Nick. It's just a spat, all couples fight from time to time."

"Not like this."

He put his head in his arms again, staring at the floor. I hated seeing my brother like this. He was most definitely an annoying twat, but of course I cared about him. Every time our parents fought; he would get all worried again. I mean, couples do fight right? It's not something new.

I sighed and gave him a hug, hoping that was true.