I could not believe what he had just said. Mr. Thompson had just paired me with Michelle Johnson for our science project. We were supposed to construct edible DNA and RNA models for our "Genetics Party" we would be having at the end of the week. Not only was the idea extremely lame, but working with Michelle would be complete torture.

Michelle and I did not click; we were like oil and water. Ever since we met at freshman orientation last year, we've bumped heads. I don't know exactly what it was about her that I didn't like, but she just bothered me. She was different, one of those unique people you meet once in your life. Michelle was definitely not one to follow the crowd. She was the only person I knew of, other than Gwen Stefani, that could pull off outrageous outfits and still look somewhat cute. Michelle gave new meaning to the world individualism.

Despite how weird I thought she was, Michelle had many friends. Besides being an original, Michelle was extremely generous; most people liked her --- with the exception of my friends and me. We were known for being snobby, but who ever made something of themselves being nice? Exactly my point. You are probably thinking that I hold a hint of jealousy in my voice. I'll admit it, there are times that I did get jealous of her, but those are few.

Well, back to the situation. I rolled my eyes at Mr. Thompson and looked at the floor. Michelle leant over from her seat next to me on the right and whispered, "Don't make such a big deal over it. It's not like I want to work with you either," she told me, smirking.

"Shut up bitch," I spat, not caring or wanting to hear her comments.

"Slut," she spat back, turning to look ahead.

"Why you little ---" I yelled, but was cut off by James, my best friend.

"Stop, she's not worth your time," he reassured me.

"You're right, I sighed, looking away from Michelle, who was now smiling complacently.

A few minutes later, the bell rang. I got up, prepared to leave class, to go home, when I felt someone's hand on my arm. I turned to see Michelle facing me.

"Look, since the project's due Friday, and today's Wednesday, and we want to get this over with as soon as possible, why don't you come over to my house and we can work on the project?" she asked.

I did not want to work with her, especially not at her house. "I have cheerleading practice today," I lied, forgetting she was the co-captain for that one second.

"Katie, you are such an airhead! There is no practice today! And there's no volleyball practice either, so your butt is coming to my house today whether you want to or not! Come around 4. See ya later!" she told me, stomping off before I could even reply.

I glanced at the clock, it was 3:15, that gave me 45 minutes to be at her house. I muttered profane words under my breath and walked over to James, who was waiting for me. He raised his eyebrows at me, mutely asking what happened. "I have to go work on the project with her at her house at four," I told him.

He looked at my sympathetically and gave me a kiss. "Why don't you blow her off and come spend the afternoon with me?" he asked suggestively.

I looked at him, to see a grin spread across his face. I grinned back and replied, "Trust me, I rather spend the afternoon with you any day than work on a science project with her. But, this is a grade, and the faster it's done, the faster it's over with. I'll stop by afterwards, I promise," I told him, giving him a seductive look before walking out of the room.

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I arrived at her house at 3:58 with two minutes to spare. I walked up to the house, I was surprised by how large it was. I rang the bell, and a few seconds later, Michelle answered the door. She was looking pretty 'normal', wearing an American Eagle shirt with some plain blue jeans. It was the most normal thing I'd ever seen her wear. Her long black hair was tied up in a bun. I then came to the conclusion that she was fake --- I mean who would wear one thing at school and be different at home? It just didn't make sense to me.

"So, you came," she said, welcoming me in.

"Yeah, don't get too happy. This is a grade," I told her harshly.

She rolled her eyes and led me up the stairs to her room. It was really large. She had a queen size bed, a desk, some drawers, closets, and a bathroom. On the walls, there were pictures of celebrities, and in one corner, a collage of people from school. I stared at the pictures mindlessly, looking at all of the faces. I was interrupted by Michelle's voice, "So, you like my pictures, huh?" she asked.

"Just looking," I replied quickly, turning to her. "Can we start or what?" I asked. "I do have other things to do, ya know?"

"Sure," she said, rolling her eyes. "Take a seat," she told me, pointing towards the desk.

I took a seat and we were soon contemplating what to make the DNA and RNA out of. We decided to split it up, I would make the DNA and she would make the RNA. Michelle quickly decided to make her RNA out of gummy worms, and marshmallows. I, being the undeciding person I am, couldn't think of what to make mine out of.

"Do you need help?" Michelle asked me, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"No," I replied, not wanting her help.

"It seems like it," she said. This time her voice seemed sincere.

"Well, I don't. Leave me alone, just make your own fucking RNA," I said hotly.

"Fine," she replied, a bit hurt. She got up and headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"To get supplies, obviously. Maybe you should come, you need something to choose from," she told me. I got up and followed her back downstairs to the kitchen. She opened a cabinet, which was filled with candy products.

"Wow," I heard myself mumbling, amazed at the amount of candy in front of me.

Michelle laughed. "It's just candy, take your pick."

"Umm…" I began, wondering which ones to use. I was about to say Sour Punch and gumdrops when I was distracted by a guy that had walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Mimi. Who's your friend?" he asked.

"Daniel, this is Katie. Katie, this is my brother, Daniel," she told me.

I stared in amazement. He was so hot; I could've fainted. It felt like I did, I couldn't see anything but him. I must've looked like a complete idiot standing there, admiring his brown eyes, which complemented his light brown skin well. He smiled and said, "Nice to meet you," before walking out.

"My brother doesn't go for the ones who drool, he likes personality and someone who speaks," she told me, laughing.

I felt my cheeks reddening. I grabbed my supplies and walked out of the kitchen towards her room.

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Thirty minutes later, we were both done. There was now a huge edible DNA and an RNA, ready to be eaten.

"Great, it's over," I said, happy to be done.

"Yeah," she mumbled. "So, do you want to keep them here and I'll bring them in on Friday?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," I replied, getting up.

"Okay," she replied, gathering the DNA and RNA together.

As she gathered the stuff, I looked back to the wall of pictures. I noticed that in a couple of them, Michelle was with this guy. He was really good looking, with blonde hair and green eyes – the complete opposite of Michelle. "Who's this?" I asked her, pointing at him.

"That is Matt, my boyfriend. Isn't he adorable?" she asked.

"Your boyfriend?" I asked. She could so not have a boyfriend this hot.

"Yeah, why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Ummm, just wondering," I told her.

"Umm, okay," she replied, annoyed.

I looked at the picture oddly. Michelle had a boyfriend. It's not like she couldn't have one, Michelle was really pretty. I just couldn't picture her with one, and did not want to. Michelle must have noticed me staring at it, because she interrupted my gazing with:

"Look, you can disrespect me at school and get away with it, because I don't really care. But don't think you can come over to my house and disrespect my boyfriend. I know what you're thinking. You didn't come here to talk about me or any of my relations. If that's what you're going to do, then I suggest you leave now." She said, grabbing the picture away form me with one hand, and pointing at the door with the other.

"Look, I didn't mean anything by it," I tried to assure her. I really didn't.

"Sure, just like you don't mean everything you say to me. Why do you hate me so much? I've never done anything to you!" she yelled.

"Yeah, you have!" I yelled back. "You're always a big bitch!"

"Only because you are!" she yelled back, tears sprang in her eyes.

"Well, I don't want to argue over this, so I'm leaving," I screamed.

"Let me guess: James?" she asked.

I shot her a look.

"Everyone knows you do things with him. You're such a slut," she teased me.

"What I do and don't do with James is none of your business," I replied, walking past her out the door. She followed me down the steps.

"So you're admitting you do stuff with him?" she retorted.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled, almost at the door.

"I haven't done anything but ask you a question. Will you answer?" she teased me again.

"Like I said, it's none of your business. I'll never tell you anything because I don't like you. I've never liked you, ever! Your some big arrogant bitch who thinks the world revolves around her!" I screamed.

She looked at me as if I hadn't said a word. She just walked to the door and held it open for me. As I walked past her, I heard her mutter "Whore," under her breath. I walked towards my car, her laughter rang in my ear.