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Now, without further ado, the chapter you all have been waiting for :)
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TYLER BRADFORD'S POV:
"What's got your panties in a twist?" Nate snorts out a mirthful laugh at the sight of me pacing around the front of the schoolyard with a bitter scowl on my sexy face.
That's right Tyler, you're sexy. You're sexier than the sexiest man on Earth. Nova doesn't know as good thing when she sees it. For fucks sake, of course she would go back to Hayden and plead for his love.
Can I fucking puke yet?
"You need to just shut the fuck up," I lowered my voice, growling at the Oak tree, imagining it is Hayden's face and wanting to hit it so hard my knuckles would bleed.
Nate laughed, aggravating me even more. I nearly took a swing at the tree, but the hand that clasped onto my left shoulder stopped me from it.
Last night, I had seen Hayden walking up to Nova's front yard. Then, when he left and I was watching him from my lounge room, he sent me a smug smirk and flipped the bird. Then, he proceeded to look like a dickhead and hump the air, technically insinuating that he and Nova had done the dirty.]
I. Hate. Him.
"Woah, calm your shit," the familiar mocking voice of Hayden's revibrated from beside me. I took a deep breath, turning around to face the guy who I would rather skin alive than be seen with or talk to. "Someone's pissed," he sing-songs.
Hayden is naturally mocking. Before he moved to Australia, he used to be Nate and Nova's best friend. Even then, I always knew that he was fishy. He'd gotten heaps more buff since then, and towered over me with his huge ass shoulders which were an obvious sign of work at the gym. Not that I don't go to the gym, but I just don't work out so much I look like a huge chunk of steak with a tiny head.
"Why don't you fuck right off before I shove this up your ass," I grab the water bottle from Nate's hand, waving it in Hayden's face.
Nate cries out, trying to grab his water bottle from my grasp. "No. Not my water bottle. I paid so much money for this water bottle, don't even dare to shove it up his butt or else you're buying me another one."
I rolled my eyes, amused that he couldn't tell that I was being sarcastic. I would never willingly shove a water bottle up another guys butt. That's just . . . nasty.
"You're so jealous," he snickers, crossing his arms over his chest. His huge biceps look even more monstrous, a warning sign that I do not want to get in a fight with him. He would smash me so hard I'd see Kingdom come. I'm a running back; I'm supposed to be nimble and quick, while he's more along the lines of that annoying guy who always smashes into you. Slow, but built like a brick shithouse and makes you feel like you've just ran into a boulder.
"Shame, Nova and I had such a good night last night. I can't believe you even thought you had a chance with her," he laughs mockingly. "She only pretended to hate me, because she didn't want to hurt your little baby feelings."
Nate grabs the water bottle out of my hands, "Are you sure you don't want this up your ass? Because you're tempting me at the moment. Or would you prefer a pitchfork? Maybe I should make a Hayden's ass milkshake? How about that . . ."
Nate and his horror movies, I cringed. Sometimes he goes a little bit overboard with his threats, but he means no harm.
"I would flatten you both before you could even grab the pitchfork."
"Excuse me," a very-pissed-off Nova comes into my view. I scowl immediately, avoiding eye contact with her. I never thought a girl could deceive me any more than she just did. "I need to talk to you Hayden."
"Sorry, ladies," Hayden flicks his wrist at the both of us, "But I need to attend to my lady. Come on, babe."
I didn't get to hear what Nova said, because I was too busy contemplating how many different ways you could get away with murder on a stupid meathead.
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NOVA LOCKHEART'S POV:
"Is your ass ever jealous of the amount of shit that comes out of your mouth?"
Beyond pissed would be the way to describe how I feel at the moment.
Enraged. Incandescent. At boiling point.
"Babe," Hayden reaches out to grab my arm, but I kick him in the shin before he could get any closer. "Stop, babe. People are getting the wrong idea."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU," I scream, pushing his hands away from me. "GET OFF ME, WHY WON'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE."
I know I'd attracted a huge crowd, but there was no other way to get my point across than to scream bloody murder at this stupid meathead's face. I can't believe I even dated him. Actually, I can't believe I thought that being friends with him would be a good idea in the first place. He's a two faced hijo de puta (motherfᶸcker) who has nothing better than to make my life a living hell.
Last night had been bad enough, especially finding out who betrayed me, but this was just the icing on the cake.
"What is going on here?" A teacher's voice booms loudly, breaking up the large crowd. It's Mrs Schanck, except she is not happy this time. "Nova, Hayden, to my Office NOW."
Oh god. OH GOD. I've already got heaps of detentions as it is, can this get any more worse?
Mrs Schanck's office looks the exact same it was yesterday. With its worn wooden desk that is covered in coffee stains and filing cabinets with paper littered haphazardly around them—not my favourite combination of smells. Plus, the slight aroma of smoke wafting off Hayden made me want to puke.
"Nova, tell me what happened," Mrs Schanck sighed, resting her head in the palm of her left hand which stood on her desk. "Word for word."
I gulped, fidgeting around in the faux leather seats which stuck to the back of my legs. "Hayden was pretending to be my boyfriend, and I got angry."
"Is that all," her eyebrows rose in surprise, "Teenagers, I swear. You can leave, I have too many things to do than to deal with compared to this."
It was like a repeat of yesterday, except this time, I was beyond furious, not just playfully angry.
"Leave me alone," I warned. "I don't want you to even look at me."
Hayden sighs, leaning up against a locker. "I wasn't supposed to tell you this, but I probably should."
I frown. What does he mean? I know he knows more than me—obviously, he was the one who cheated and made me hate him more than I hate gum that gets stuck to the bottom of your shoe.
"Allie and I made a pact a few years ago, that we would, I guess, ruin your life."
In the picture was Allie. Allie Anders. The girl that I thought was my friend. She betrayed me.
"I was cheating on you with her, then she said that she hated you because who she liked, liked you. She suggested that we would hook up at that party, and had someone take a picture of it and send it to Emily, our best friend."
I tried to interrupt, but he shook his head at me to say don't even go there.
"Emily said that she took it, because she felt like she was a horrible friend for not seeing it and being able to prove it. That and the fact that Allie bribed her to keep her mouth shut. She knew it was her straight away; Emily was smarter than we thought, so Allie told her that if she told you that it was her, Allie would tell everyone Emily's secret.
"The reason why Allie didn't want you to know was because she wanted to make you end up being friends with her. Allie is deceptive, mean and the master at making people think that she's innocent. She planned this all out. She would be friends with you. Tyler would see me coming out of your house. He would then hate you for trying to get back with me then rebound back to Allie."
"What about the boy that Allie liked from Drama?" I spoke frantically, not believing a word that I just heard come out of Hayden's mouth. For all I know, he could be lying.
"Allie doesn't even do drama."
"Unfortunately for you, Allie has already snagged Tyler back," he shrugs nonchalantly, "Allie doesn't just be nice for no reason. She wanted information. She wanted to know that you liked Tyler, and then she would steal him off you without you even having a chance."
I was speechless.
Allie Anders is a manipulative, deceiving, monkey face, turtle brain, no-good, toilet paper . . . bitch. I can't believe I let my guard down and trusted her. Heck, I thought that Allie was dumb in that kind of manipulative sense, but it turns out that she is one of the best at her games. Heck, she had me tricked for so many years.
"Wait." I pause, "What did you say about why Allie hated me, again?"
He rolls his eyes in annoyance, "Allie wanted a guy, but that guy wanted you. I'm not naming names—you should be smart enough by now to know who it is."
Then, before I could ask another question, Hayden was gone. He'd walked off in the other direction, leaving me confused, unsure and completely oblivious to what has been happening these past few years
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"I can't believe it," Emily gapes at me. We are in Spanish class, and Emily and I are completely ignoring the teacher's threats to throw us out if we talk any more.
"Yeah, well now Tyler thinks that Hayden and I did something. I would rather chew my toenails than do something with Hayden," I shivered at the thought of it.
"You know, you used to say that about Tyler, and look at you now. CAN YOU FEEL THE LOVE TONIGHT!" Emily scream sings, averting everyone's attention to her and making them look at her weirdly.
"MISS JAEGER, DETENTION STRAIGHT AFTER SCHOOL," the teacher screams at a sheepish Emily. "I do not tolerate you interrupting the class incessantly. Frankly, I am not impressed with your results from the last Pop Quiz. You wrote mi trasero es picazón, my butt is itchy, for the question asking how to say 'I love food'."
I stifle a giggle, while Emily blushes feverishly. Emily has a habit of writing insults or funny things instead of the actual answer. It's mainly because she studies the insults while she's studying the homework, and always gets them mixed up.
"They—they kind of sound alike?" Emily offers with a half shrug.
"Students, does me encanta la comida sound like mi trasero es picazón?" Miss Gonzalez sighs frustratingly, wiping a bead of sweat off her forehead.
Miss Gonzalez is a middle aged Spanish lady with thick, black hair and menacing brown eyes. Her skin tone is a signature Spanish olive colour, which contrasts to the red lipstick she wears each day. Along with her daring makeup choices, she wears pretty out-there clothes. Today she has a bright orange and red top with red jeans and black shoes.
In all honesty, she looks like the McDonalds sign.
"I don't know, it sounds pretty similar," I shrug nonchalantly, a small smirk on my lips.
"Would you like a detention also, Miss Lockheart?"
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Needless to say, detention this afternoon was boring. Tyler refused to say anything to me, no matter how many times I nagged and dribbled on to him about everything in the world. I even professed my undying love for him—he did snicker a little at that, but then I think he realised that he was supposed to hate me so he turned cold.
Then, I dropped the bomb on him.
"Are you and Allie together?" I blurted out of nowhere. I was working on the grass at the time, while he was painting the clouds with such precision I was filled with envy.
"What?" He pauses, "No!"
"Well, according to Hayden, Allie is taking you back after she made you hate me," I rolled my eyes at the words that Hayden had told me.
"What are you talking about?" He sits up, suddenly interested in what I was saying. Wow, he could've listened to me dropping hints before, but he's too cowardly to even listen to what I say. "What do you mean Allie make me hate you? I don't hate you. And I'll never get back with Allie."
"Turns out, Allie is a manipulative bitch and Hayden worships the ground she walks on," I spit out bitterly. "Hayden kissed Allie, they got someone to take a picture of it and send it to Emily, who felt bad and told me that it was her. Then, Allie made me befriend her so that she could seem all innocent and not see the scheming she was doing."
"Wow."
Tyler looked lost for words. He looked me in the eyes, guilt flashing through his green eyes. "I'm sorry," he bites his lip.
Oh god, he can bite his lip much more. It looks hot.
"Can you please not bite your lip," I try to sound confident but it comes out shaky.
"Why, is it your weakness?" He smirks, trying to bite his lip again, but he tries too hard and ends up swallowing his whole bottom lip.
I burst into laughter at the face he was pulling. He looks like a cross between a rabbit and a roley poley dog with the amount of chins he has going on. "Your face right now would make an onion cry," I wheezed out between snorts of laughter. "I just. Your face!"
"Shut up," he flushes bright red, picking up the paintbrush to start painting anyway.
"See, much cuter," I grinned toothily at him.
"I'm not cute," he defends himself.
"Yes you are," I poke my tongue out.
"Cute is for girls. You're cute, I'm sexy." He pouts, cutely, but I still agree that he is drop dead sexy.
"Nah," I shake my head, flicking green paint from my brush at him. It lands on his lip, resembling a booger hanging out of his nose. This makes me laugh even harder, to which booger boy just rolls his eyes at.
"So, Cake Batter," he drawls sexily, "You think I'm hot?"
I don't look up from the painting, "Nope."
"Ha! Look me in the eyes and tell me that I'm not hot, I dare you," Tyler challenges. The green booger paint is still there, and I have to force myself not to burst into laughter—tears and all.
"Booger Boy," I say my new nickname for him, "You're not hot."
"I know," he sighs, "I'm too hot to be hot. I'm sexy."
"You're also egotistical," I point out, "And so narcissistic."
"Que me amas de todos modos (you love me anyway)."
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You know how in every book, there's at least once where the boy climbs up his love interests house and jumps into her window, proclaiming his love for her and taking his shirt off and seducing her with his perfect abs and v line and beautiful pecks.
Well, I thought that heck, why not defy that rule.
I, Nova Lockheart, am climbing up Tyler's house to get through his window. No, he isn't my love interest (maybe, maybe not) and no I'm not going to proclaim my love for him by stripping and showing off my non-existent abs, but yes, I am going through his window for shits and giggles.
Call me insane, but I just really wanted to see his reaction.
I thought I'd go for the whole 'ninja' style, but tonight is way too hot to be fully clothed, so I just have my pyjamas on. Like he hasn't seen me in them every morning, anyway.
Currently, I'm hanging off Tyler's tree like a monkey, trying to attempt to jump into his window. By the sounds of water hitting tiled floor, Tyler is having a shower.
Perfect, I thought.
This gives me the opportunity to scare and prank the shit out of him.
I ran around the room in a frenzy, grabbing all of his boxers out of the top draw of his bureau and shoving them into the backpack I brought and was wearing on my back while I was in monkey mode.
Then, I poured some old perfume into one of his man perfume—cologne—bottles, making sure to shake it up so that it would smell extra fruity.
Lastly, I filled his bag full of tampons—because, you know, he loves tampons after all.
I did all of this right before he got out of the shower. Take not, Tyler takes long showers. Like, not even I have showers for longer than fifteen minutes. Okay, I lie completely. I take showers long enough so that my skin starts to grow gills.
I quickly jumped on his bed, adjusting my Family Guy boxers and tugging down my Shelby Mustang GT500 printed shirt, making sure to lie in a provocative position with my arm over my head and my leg up in the air.
Then, the door to Tyler's bathroom opens up; hot steam comes out as soon as he opens it.
Geez, how hot does he have his water?
Just as he noticed me, I put the creepiest smile fit enough for the ugliest smile in the universe on my face and spoke up.
"Hello Baby."
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CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT TO APPRECIATE THE VAMPS? LIKE SERIOUSLY THEY ARE THE BOMB.
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I'm not sure if this is what you were expecting, but nevertheless - this is all apart of the story plan. soooooo yeah.
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