Chapter 1- I hate him

Do you ever get the feeling you’re being watched or stared at?

Well it seems as if someone is boring holes in my back and it’s getting irritating. Whoever it is that is staring is gonna get ripped a new one if they don’t stop it. Actually let me find out who it is.

I furiously glance around to find that it is that no good fucking asshole who thinks every and any girl will sleep with him; think again buddy, who is staring at me. He catches my fierce glare and returns it with a smirk.

Why in hell do girls like him?

Maybe for his looks since his looks aren’t too too bad.

Between the tousled raven black hair that, high cheekbones, body to make even the devil blush furiously, and chiseled face… it was clearly evident to girls with no shame whatsoever that he is in fact gorgeous.

I beg to differ though for I have a brain and I use it well.

Height wise, 6’4 to be exact, he was pretty intimidating, looming over you and all especially when he’s looking down at you with those penetrating eyes of his. His eyes was the only thing I liked about him, they were a steel gray color; a very dark gray color that looks more black than gray with a bluish tinge to them.

Just because he has nice features doesn’t mean anything. It was his personality that sucked royally.

He’s was the biggest, pig-headed, pompous, egotistical, lecherous, cocky, cold hearted jerk and playboy to ever walk the face of the planet. He was a pile of horse shit wrapped in one giant package.

Let me guess, you’re probably thinking that he “can’t be that bad”. Well let me tell you a few things about Conner Keagan Weston II.

It all started in second grade…

Where I was quietly minding my own business when I felt an annoying presence. I looked up to see it was the new kid aka Conner and being the nice person I was; I didn’t know any better then, introduced myself. He just smirked at me and that’s when I noticed his hands were behind his back..

“Um…what’s behind your back”, I inquired timidly.

“A surprise for you”, he answered evilly.

“Really?! What kind of surprise?” I asked excitingly. I really was naïve at that age but all kids were then.

“Close your eyes and I’ll show you”, he replied. I looked at him wearily but excitement overwhelmed me and I obeyed; seeing the dark and colorful rainbow circles appear. Just as soon I did that, I would soon regret it for I felt something sticky being poured on my head.

I quickly opened my eyes to see white stuff dripping down my olive skin. My small, fragile hand slowly crept to my head to find that the white stuff was…glue. I did the only thing I could do…I punched him in his face. I then screamed bloody murder.

My hair was washed and all but the bad thing was my long dark brown hair had to be cut. I looked like a boy with my hair barely reaching my neck. I have hated him for that…

Now the next thing he did was in ninth grade where I had nothing to wear plus I was going to late. So I had to wear my skirt that was clearly too short for school but anyway…I arrived to school only a minute late. I ran to my locker and hurriedly grabbed my books. Now just as I was about to get to 1st period I ran into the son of Satan again. He stared at me for a second but had that stupid smirk that I utterly despise on his face.

“Why don’t you watch where you’re going Weston!” I spat angrily.

“Well I could have if your legs hadn’t distracted me”, he replied.

“Keep your mind off my legs you little pervert!” I yelled. He just smirked again before walking off.

I rushed to my first class which was only a couple of feet away from my locker. The teacher being the jackass lectured me for a whole five minutes about being late. I nodded politely as I took my seat which oh so happened to be by the bane of my existence.

“Alright class hand in your homework”, the teacher announced. I took out my binder to get my homework to find it missing. No freakin way! I had it this morning…this morning…this morning!

I turned to see my paper being turned in to the teacher by Conner. He saw me staring and grinned evilly. I glared angrily back at him. That little fucking jerk is so going to…

“Ms. Pennington your homework?” he asked impatiently. Tapping his foot in a way I thought was girly.

“I had my homework this morning but now I don’t know what happened to it”, I explained as sweetly as I could.

“That is not an excuse. Now I want that homework in my hands tomorrow morning.” he scolded. “And you have a detention for not turning in your homework” He walked back to the board and started writing some notes. I couldn’t believe this. Me have detention? Impossible…I’m too much of a good girl to have detention.

Anger the best of me and I quickly got up from my desk. “Mr. Daven, I did do my homework; you can even ask my mom she was the one who helped me but one day I misplace my homework and you give me detention! I’m demanding to see the principal for this.”

“Young lady!” he yelled. “I will not tolerate that tone of voice now sit down and don’t interrupt the class again”

“But-I was cut off when a certain someone decided to put in his two cents. The little bastard.

“Mr. Daven I know Candace here did not do her homework”, Conner explained. I furiously glared at him which in returned he winked at me but continued what he was saying. “But I don’t think she should be given a detention for it”

“Maybe you’re right Mr. Weston…alright Ms. Pennington you’re not getting a detention for your missing homework but I still want it handed in tomorrow”, Mr. Daven said.

“Yes Mr. Daven”, I replied civilly.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I was about to sit down but couldn‘t because some little jerk grabbed my arm, “Although Mr. Daven there is something you can give her a detention for”

Mr. Daven turned around and perked his head up. “And what would that be Mr. Weston?”

Conner got up from his seat and stepped over his desk to where I was standing mind you he still had my arm. “Her skirt is a little shorter than the school handbook requires of the girls”, he pointed to my skirt. “And you can practically see her underwear like so” At the next moment I wanted to rip his throat out, gut him like a fish and rip his dick out and feed it to my dog; he lifted my skirt up to show the whole class my red lacey underwear. Those were the only ones I could wear since my other ones were getting washed.

I rapidly pulled my skirt down. Just great, I gave the whole class a free peep show. Including the teacher too!

I met everybody’s stares. The girl’s were snickering while the guys all gave me wolfish grins, catcalls, and whistles. Mr. Daven just stared as if he never saw a girl’s underwear. My face flushed from embarrassment and anger. Where was the son of a bitching little punk ass limp nut bastard!?

My eyes found him on the floor rolling over in laughter, ready to die from laughing too hard. He better not die from laughing, I need to kill him first. My eyes flashed with fury. I completely lunged for him. He was dead. Unfortunately one of the football jocks grabbed me from behind to stop me from completely beating the shit out of him.

“Let me go”, I hollered as I squirmed against him.

“Young lady, I don’t want that tone of voice used in this classroom”, Mr. Daven finally said after his face burned red. “Now Mr. Weston is right, you have a skirt too short for school and I must give you a detention”

The football jock finally let me go as he knew I wasn’t going to do anything. I was moved away from him to front of the room where I quietly seethed. Finally the bell rang and I angrily made my way to my locker. Tears were running down my face. No I must not cry no matter how badly I want to.

I kept my head down as I walked out of the school building. I didn’t notice that someone was in front of me and that ended up with me on the ground. I didn’t bother looking up to see who it was as I got up and walked away.

“Hey Pennington I hope that pent up anger of yours will be used for something more worthwhile cuz babe you’re fiery and that will do wonders for when we have sex….oh and do remember to wear those lacey things of yours for I like the color and you look absolutely sexy in them”, someone remarked.

I stopped in my tracks to immediately know that damn voice. My anger boiled and that’s when I let it get the best of me. I ran up to him and punched him directly in his pretty boy face.

The rest of it was pretty blurry. Although I do remember I had detention for two weeks…

Now do you see why I loathe him with a passion. For the next three years of high school, it’s been nothing but WWIII with him. I haven’t forgiven him for anything he has done to me either. Even though my friend says to forgive him.

Finally after a long period of listening to lectures and such, the bell rung. I gathered my books and scurried out of there. My locker was close to my calculus class so I didn’t have to walk far. Opening my locker, I dumped my books in and grabbed my bag. I slung my bag over my shoulders and closed my locker door.

Now where is my bubbly friend of mine?

She wasn’t at her locker so she was either with A: her boyfriend B: her boyfriend or C: her fucking boyfriend. No I don’t hate her boyfriend; I hate who he hangs out with. Can you guess who? Aww come on it’s so easy a toddler could figure it out…jeez people it’s Conner. And I pegged you people for smarties…way to bring my hopes down.

Suddenly I felt a vibration coming from my pocket. I dug in my pocket to retrieve my phone. There was a text from Belinda.

Meet me outsid on da trck field

Sighing miserably, I complied to her wishes and made my way to the track field. My chocolate brown eyes found her sitting on the bleachers. She must have saw me for she waved me over there.

I don’t understand why she always drags me to her boyfriend’s track meets. I could be at home watching that 70’s show right now instead of this.

“Can hurry up you’re gonna miss seeing Ethan jump the hurdles”, she said eagerly. Like I really want to see your precious little boyfriend jump and make a complete fool out of himself…okay maybe I do.

But I can’t believe she has kept Ethan this long. She only stays with a guy for about two weeks; a month at the most, before dumping them. The guys were always attracted to her, I mean she was gorgeous.

Being Spanish granted her with long, glossy, jet black hair that cascaded her down her shoulders elegantly, hazel brown eyes that made the guys turn into a puddle of goo, hourglass figure, and a smile to turn even the most meanest guy into a polite young fellow.

“Oh joy”, I muttered sarcastically as I took my seat beside her. Figuring I was probably going to be here awhile, I took out Too Wicked Too Wed by Cheryl Holt. I like this book. It was exotic and humorous.

“Go Ethan, jump damn you jump”, Belinda practically screamed. I think I’m hearing impaired now.

“Thanks for making me deaf Bel. I mean honestly I don’t think I need to have hearing”, I remarked sarcastically.

She just grinned at me but soon realized what I was doing. Immediately, she snatched the book from my hands and gave me a scolding look. “Candace what have I told you about reading”, she said.

“You haven’t said a damn thing about reading…you just said I should be looking at hot guys instead”

“Case in point but how do you expect to nab a boyfriend if you don’t look interested in guys?”

I raised my eyebrows. “Who said I wasn’t interested in guys?”

“You barely talk to guys let alone be interested in them!”, she exclaimed; her Spanish accent coming out.

Belinda did have a point. I don’t talk to guys barely even make eye contact with them so how would they know if I was interested in them? I’m not a lesbian; nothing against lesbians, I’m just not one. Besides why would a guy like me anyway? I’m not pretty or anything. Although Bel says I am absolutely gorgeous. Ha yeah….right.

Well let me just tell you what I look like….I have long dark brown hair; it grew back and it is even longer than before, chocolate brown eyes that have tints of green in them. I have an alright body, not a model body or anything. But now I don’t want to brag or anything and I kinda hate it but I’m well endowed in the chest area. And Bel also says that if I show my boobs a little more, actually a lot more, then I would have a boyfriend in no time.

“Can…hello you in there?” Bel waved her hands in front on me.

“Oh….yeah”, I said, swatting her hand away.

“Pay attention to the track events”, she scolded before going off and yelling some more for people to run faster or what not.

I, on the other hand, secretly grabbed my book and went back to reading.

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After a long hour and half, all track events were done and people were free to go home. I, unfortunately, was stuck for another 30 minutes because Bel wanted me to stay until Ethan cleans up. Honestly, you think I was his little cheerleader or something.

I mean so what if he has a nice body, silky dirty blonde hair, chiseled face, and baby blue eyes that makes girls weak…it’s not like I’m attracted to him or anything. Okay, I think he’s hot but I’m not going to steal my best friend’s boyfriend. That would be low.

Finally Ethan was done making himself look pretty for us to leave.

“So where would you ladies like to go eat?” Ethan asked, slinging an arm over Bel’s shoulders.

“Café Pizarra will do quite nicely if you don’t mind Ethan darling”, she cooed. “I know you don’t mind Can right?”

I nodded briefly.

“Well let’s go”, she encouraged eagerly as she ran in her two inch heels. I could never understand how she can run in heels; I would probably crack my head open if I ran in heels.

Lost in my thoughts and not paying attention to where I was going, I didn’t hear someone sneak up on me and scare me half to death. I turned to look to see it was Conner…great just great…

“Conner Keagan Weston II!”, I shrieked. “Don’t ever sneak up on me like that you pile of rat shit”

“Sorry babe, couldn’t resist”, he breathed still chuckling slightly.

“Don’t call me babe fuck face”,

“Well don’t call me rat shit darlin’”

“Don’t call me darlin’ and I wouldn’t have to call you a pile of rat shit if you didn’t sneak up on me”

“Maybe if you wasn’t day dreaming, I wouldn’t have to sneak up on you and make you call me a pile of rat shit”

I narrowed my eyes. “A person is allowed to day dream if she damn well feels like and doesn’t need a jackass such as yourself to do sneak up on her like some damn rapist”

He stared at me for a second but that smirk returned to his face. “Well-

“Enough you two”, Belinda scolded, rubbing her temples as if she was getting a headache. I’m the one who has to put up with narrow minded chowder head. “You two act like a married couple”

My eyes widened in shock. “Bel how could you possibly say that?! I would never ever in heaven or hell marry or be married to this pathetic excuse for a man.”

Bel just sighed in exasperation while Ethan gave a few snickers. “You know dude she has point though”

Conner turned to him. “And what would that be?”

“You are pathetic and she probably wouldn’t marry you”, Ethan answered amusedly. See I do like Ethan…at least he sticks up for me unlike some best friend of mine cough Belinda cough. Sorry bad cold…

Conner did something I hadn’t expect him to do…laugh. “Dude there is no way that I’m pathetic if I have ladies swarming around me like flies”

I stared incredulously as those argued about who had the bigger flock of girls. Guys and their damn stupid egos. Whelp time for operation deflation of the male ego’s growing inflation.

“You know Weston the only reason ladies are swarming around you like flies”, I explained. “Is because you are a sack of shit. Wanna know why? It is because flies do swarm around shit and eat it Einstein.”

Ethan burst out laughing while Conner glared at me. “And I have thought of another reason that they would be swarming around you. It would be to see your ever so small and limp thing you call a penis, I mean they’re probably impressed on how it never grows and only seems to get smaller.”

Now Ethan was on the ground in tears, I had a fear he was going to die if he didn’t stop. I also heard Belinda laughing even though she tried to stop. If you think Conner was mad before, he was pissed off now. No wait hold on…he is smirking. Smirking?! Damn him what he’s got planned…

“You know Pennington you shouldn’t say things you have no experience in”, he remarked smugly. “And that you have never seen and besides I’m very well endowed in that area thank you very much.”

“Weston stop talking out of your ass”, I spat.

We interrupt this argument for a woman’s yell mixed with a empty threat…back to you Jim.

“Hello people?!” Belinda yelled. “I want to eat and a hungry Belinda is not a happy Belinda which is not a good thing for you all so I suggest you get in the car or face my wrath.”

Ethan obliged in fear of his girlfriend actually doing something that drastic and violent. Oh please I’m the violent one here. And besides, Bel knew her threats and death warnings wouldn’t work on me no matter how angry she got or for that matter hungry.

I was hungry so I sighed inwardly as I started making my way to the car. Before I knew it, Conner picked me up from my waist and slung me over his shoulders. He suddenly started making a dash for the car.

“Weston! You put me down this second or so help me!” I threatened, banging my fists into his back.

“Ha like you’re going to do anything Pennington” he laughed. I noticed Bel and Ethan were on breakdown of laughing. How dare they laugh at me like this! They are so going on my list of people who I would like to decapitate, murder, or torture slowly and painfully.

He walked in front of them, I started yelling at him. Curses in every sentence. And you know what the jackass did…. smacked my ass. My eyes widened, mouth agape as he spoke, “ I always did wonder what it would be like to smack your ass since I can’t smack that face of yours…you being a girl and all…no actually I believe you are a man but you have very nice ass that I love to do some other things with…”

He is so dead, dead as a doornail, just dead! I growled furiously while my foot kicked him in his gut. He dropped me on the ground as he fell, grimacing and clutching his stomach in pain.

Did I ever mention that I hate him…