Chapter 1

“Get out of the way.” Trent Anderson pushed past me, knocking me into a locker.

“Okay, ow!” I called out as he just made it towards his friends; of all the room in the hall he deliberately had to walk into me. I started rubbing my arm from the pain as he turned around and gave me the finger before he turned back to his friends.

“Asshole,” I muttered as I passed by him. Either he ignored me or he didn’t hear me; I really didn’t care though.

When I got to my class I sat down in my regular seat, by the back window on the right side of the room. It wasn’t necessarily a good place for me to sit as I often zoned out. I loved this seat though because a lot of the time scenery gave me ideas, as well as music, for stories.

As I was waiting for class to start I pulled out my notebook I used for writing and I turned my iPod on and hit shuffle. I started listening to the song and began looking out the window.

As time passed I began thinking about plot ideas for novels. Just random things. A couple of people trying to start up a band, a bet, blackmail, anything really. Suddenly it hit me though, I came up with an idea that I really liked. I was going to apply it to my story; it would be about a bet and revenge, technically. I had the perfect idea and the perfect characters to go along with it. Only thing I would have to do is start writing it.

I began scribbling down some jot notes, basic information about the story. Possible character names, personalities, scenery and several other things.

Suddenly the chair beside me moved and someone sat down. I didn’t look up from my notebook to see who it was; for one thing, I didn’t care, but for another I was off in my own world now.

I looked over when the person beside me pulled my notebook out of my hands though.

“What are you doing?” Trent asked curious.

Annoyed I tried to grab my notebook back but he put it out of arms reach.

“Hm, what’s this?” he asked and started reading; he looked confused as he read it.

“Trent, give it back!” I yelled and tried to grab it back again, I was half leaning over him now, trying to reach my notebook when I felt his hands wrap around my waist.

“Chill out, will you? I just want to see. Besides, if you really want to be on top of me you could always ask.” He smirked and I hit him in his chest.

“Fuck you, give me my book back!” I complained annoyed, wanting more than ever for him to just disappear completely.

“You know you would like to.” He responded smirking before he handed me my book back.

I rolled my eyes annoyed before I turned back around in my seat and ignored him, as best as I could.

However, being Trent Anderson he was out to annoy the hell out of me. He pulled out a pen and started tapping it against his desk.

“Why are you sitting here?” I asked.

“To bother you.” He responded.

“I figured, but why?”

“You called me an ‘asshole’ this morning.” He replied simply.

“So, you’re being immature because I called you a name, which was immature to begin with?” I asked, still annoyed.

“Correct.” He responded calmly. He was really pissing me off.

“Okay, get the fuck away from me.” I replied pushing on his shoulder, slightly pushing him, but not by much.

“I actually like this seat so I don’t plan on leaving it soon.” He responded and I rolled my eyes.

“Well I’m not moving, so you better leave me the fuck alone.” I replied annoyed.

“Don’t count on it.” He muttered just as the teacher walked into the classroom.

For the rest of the class I tried to ignore Trent but he made it much harder than ever.

He constantly interrupted Mr. Simpson, asking questions about nothing in particular and then Mr. Simpson assigned us a pair project for the Psychology section of the class, the class we were in currently was Psychology, Sociology and Anthropology. Mr. Simpson wasn’t allowing us to pick a partner though, he assigned us to the person we were sitting beside. So, lucky me I’m stuck with Trent.

“So, what do you want to do?” Trent asked curious, looking over at me.

“Not work with you.” I muttered.

“Well, that will be difficult, seeing as we’re partners, in case you forgot.”

“Yea, I blame you for that.” I responded annoyed.

“Why?”

“Oh, gee, I wonder.” I responded rolling my eyes.

“Care to share?” he asked.

“I guess I should, you’re apparently lacking brain capacity to figure it out.” I muttered before I continued. “Of all the days you had to choose today to sit beside me, the day the teacher is giving out a pair project and he just so happens to say we have to work with whoever is sitting beside us. Therefore, I blame you for making us work together.”

“Hey, it was completely pure coincidence, relatively.”

“Yea, whatever.” I responded and put my headphones on, ignoring him for the rest of the class.

When the bell rang I jumped out of my seat, grabbing my stuff and heading for the door, without looking back.

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A/N: Alright, I have a feeling the chapters are going to be semi-short, so I'm just giving you all a heads up. Anyway, here's the next chapter.