Halo Machal sighed as she observed the students of still view high, you had your typical all good golden boy Jace Mathers and his best friend the sexy bad boy that all girls wanted but were a bit afraid of was of course West Kallen.

Personally I didn't like either one of them but they were gorgeous especially West, he had messy natural black hair, stunning gold eyes, sharp cheek bones, swimmers build and he stood at a nice 6'5 and tattoos covered some of his arm and from the school's whores gossiping he had a "sexy" scar going down his tan torso, probably down his ribs, perfect teeth and a dimple,

Jace however had baby blue eyes, short-ish blonde hair a lanky build and no tattoos what so ever.

Me? I have natural weird pale blonde hair and lilac blue eyes a "petite" build, meaning I was about 5'2, I also have dimples in both my cheeks perfect teeth from a stupid retainer I had to wear for a year straight and pale skin and my cartilage was pierced but only once and that was about it…..the only thing I would say I could defiantly take you down in besides academics is my childish ways….

So let's move on to Carly Davis the schools queen orange….I mean queen fake boobs and bleached hair nothing you really want to hear about I wouldn't want to scar you for the rest of your human and inhuman life…

Her clone orange was Alana Kilter and she too had fake blonde hair, fake boobs and a weird skin color.

I tapped my fingers against the lunch table and rolled my eyes when West's conversation wafted over.

"Shut the fuck up," West said annoyance lacing his cold demeanor.

Kelley flocked her bleached hair and pouted," Don't be so mean,"

"Shut the fuck up bitch," He said standing up and stalking off, to the table farthest from everyone: my table.

I cranked up my IPod and went back to my mindless thinking, that was until he lit a cigarette and started puffing circles around my head.

So I did what a pyscho would do: I judo chopped it out of his hand.

He looked up at me glaring," The fuck,"

"Listen you damn chimney, I was here first so take your fucking ego and go smoke with the oranges," I said in a calm voice.

His eyebrow shot up and he leaned forward on his arms giving me a clear view of his tats.

"And what do you know about it shorty," He said smirking coldly.

"I don't want too, Second hand smokes kills you arrogant prick," I said waltzing off angrily.

He was an A.D.H: Aggravating dick head or a CB: Cocky bastard.

I rolled my eyes as girls with boob jobs and Ompalompa tan's strutted past gossiping and putting girls down as they made way to wherever they were going.

I gripped my song book as I walked; my song book was originally white but was now decorated with neon colors and black sharpie quotes and sketches. I pulled a dark pink sharpie out and drew a random swirl.

Ms. Kilgore was going on about how we trashed our minds with hip hop when a beat entered my mind.

I tapped my pencil against the notebook humming silently.

Karmas a bitch

Just try and forget

I'm so sick of this fake shit

Ms. Kilgore narrowed her eyes on me and I met her gaze evenly.

"Ms. Machal would you like to tell everyone what has you so interested,"

"Not really," I said cocking an eyebrow.

She shot me a dirty look and continued her vendetta against "hip" music.

Stop telling me I can't go far

Give me the key to this cage

I'm wizening up; I've grown so cold and sage

Life is laughing behind my back and I'm

Smirking right back

"That's it Ms. Machal detention," Ms. Killjoy snapped.

I shrugged and took the pink slip.

Goodbye painted smiles

Shifting eyes

Say hello to goodbyes

The bell rang and I picked up my stuff as headed to my AP history class.

I sat in the back, were our really cool but really old teacher couldn't see me.

Escape from this

Where is my Garden of Eden?

God forgive me I know I sin

Just grab my hand

Lead me away

Blind optimism

Your deceit forgiven

I felt someone's gaze boring into me and I glanced up, lilac blue eyes clashing with gold.

I closed my book and began drawing randomly on the back Mr. Even was explaining one of the many ideas of King Tut's death.

"Halo after many theories what did new technology prove?" He asked.

"In 2005 they diverged he died from a severe case of malaria," I said absently.

I could see him smile as he continued on, okay so I didn't say I was considered a "genius" but I didn't really like using my genius status to get away with stuff.

Just promise me that you won't leave again

I promise not to lie and as I stare up at this dark sky

I wonder why we met

Why it was almost ruined

And how much I needed you

Test scores were being passed out, I got a 105% and I cocked an eyebrow, I didn't even know you got extra points for corrections.

I shrugged slipping it into one of my many folders.

"The only two people to get above an 80% was Halo Machal and West Kallen, they both scored 105 percentiles,"

The class murmured and whispered and I briefly glanced up, so Mr. Bad boy was a future Einstein too, eh?

Classes flew by and before I knew it I was walking home, and then I noticed it was missing.

MY SONG BOOK WAS MIA!

I searched my book bag, and almost had a seizure, that had a new motor blue print I was building at my Mom's garage.

A sleek black Mustang GTO stopped next to me and I stared into West Kallen's smirking face, I instantaneously knew he had it or knew where it was.

"Give me my Song book back," I said digging my nails in my palms.

"No please," He said snarkily.

"My scholarship depends on a blue print on that book," I said slowly," Please give it back,"

Some akin to guilt flashed in his eyes before it disappeared.

"Be my girlfriend for 4 weeks," He said smirking.

I gaped at him for a second," You could be dating an Orange, why would you want me?"

He shrugged and cocked an eyebrow. "When will I get my book back?"

He smirked and the answered," At the end of the 4 weeks,"

I glared at him but nodded.

"Want a ride?" He said yawning.

It looked better than walking so I made myself at home in his car.

I yawned and slipped on my seat belt. He of course didn't have his on so I being the good person that I was raised to be buckled it for him.

He shot me a cryptic look and I gave him a bright smile as I leaned back.

"So why'd you get tattoos?" I asked randomly.

He shrugged and I my smile slowly turned into a Cheshire cat grin," Bit of a masochist?"

He shot me a dirty look as I pointed out where to pull in.

I waved bye and quickly ran into my house.

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An: I decided to rewrite it! Same beginning different story plot…well I'm going to High falls with my family so B-Y-E and R-E-V-I-E-W