Prologue

I was being glared at. I knew who the offender was. I would be an idiot not to know. Samuel North. My enemy since kindergarten. The one person who could piss me off to the point of actually wanting to murder someone, preferably him. I couldn't even come up with a reason as to why he would be glaring at me, but, then again, with him you didn't need a reason. Especially, against me.

I just had to have this class with computer teacher just had to put me right next to him.

It sucked.

I glanced to my right, where he was sitting. He was glaring at me, intensely.

"What?"I said.

He continued to glare at me.

"North, what are you doing?"

"Nothing at all, Carmichael."he finally spoke. We always call each other by our surnames. I don't believe I've ever heard him speak my first name nor I speak his.

"You make me feel ashamed with your honesty."

"You should feel ashamed."

"Seriously, North, why were you glaring at me?"

"The same reason I always glare at you, because I hate you."

"Uh huh. Whatever."

With that, I went back to typing. He was so annoying and childish. He always told me he hates me. When was he going to come up with new material? Seriously, that crap was getting old.