"What the hell kind of wig is this!? I ordered a wig and they gave me a tiny aśš doll wig!" I was fuming. I just spent all the money I made three summers ago, by cleaning piss off toilets. And this is what I get in return!

The only reason I had to do such a shîtty job was because our next door neighbor Mr. Morgan, the crazy cat man, was furious when I broke into his house and shaved off Lily's cat fur. I was a thirteen year old kid trying to have some fun. These old men need to chill.

I shook my head in anger and threw Barbie's stupid wig across the room. Then a girly scream erupted. Angry, I turned around wondering what I did now, when I saw Chris, his shoulders level with his head, his body wavering back and forth on his toes, his mouth wide open, and the tiny wig sitting on the top of his head.

I laugh, "Ya might wanna shut your mouth before I saw off your leg and shove it down your throat. Oh and by the way, what's wrong with your vocal cords. You're 24 year old grown aśś man, and you sound like a five year old girl.

"Calm you saggy tits woman. Why so violent?" I was appalled.

"For your information, I do not have saggy tits. And anyways you shouldn't be talking with your flopping man boobs." My eyes waver, but I refuse to look at his built and structured chest. The tension, as I realize there is, passes, and he clears his throat.

"No offense Lira, but your head is bigger than the titanic, this tiny wig is not going to you." I rolled my eyes to show a sign of annoyance, but inside I flushed at the thought of him saying I had a big head. I don't know what triggered me to care, because I never would have before, but I did. I didn't like it.

The silence is awkward, and I take it as a cue for one of my episodes. I walk over to him slowly, my hips penetrating from side to side. I puff out my chest, and pout my lips. The intense lip pouting hurts because of how crusty they are, but I go through with it. I really need some chapstick.

He looks at me like I'm the ugliest man he's ever seen.

When I reach him, I will myself to run my palms against his chest, and surprisingly I can hear it beat faster and faster. I run them down all the way to the waist band of his sweats. He gulps. His eyes scan the long of my face, and I slightly flush too. I've never in my life been this intimate with someone, joking or not.

"Chris baby?" I slightly cringe at how low my voice comes out. Dàmn, I'm just too much of a good actress. "Go dance on your balls!" I yell and lightly punch him in his balls. Don't worry, I'm not mean enough to actually make it so he can't have babies.

"The hell was that for?!" He groans, rolling on the floor.

"I don't have a big head!" I huff, then dramatically walk out, biting my lip to stop me from laughing.

I sigh in my head, I guess I'll just have to go out and buy one myself. But that will have to wait until after school. Quickly I get dressed in some back jeans, a black thin strap loose top, leather jacket, and put my hair up into a pony tail. The fact that I actually put thought into my outfit was pretty shocking but I didn't dwell on it for long. I grabbed an apple, and head past the door. Not before yelling, "See you later Chris."

"Hey! You nerd, come back here!" He jumps down the stairs in a panic, but then stops. And blinks.

The face he made made me fluster in my head. Why did I feel like this? Was it because of that moment in the room we had? His mouth is parted, and as soon as a sound was ever produced from his mouth,  y insides churned.

"This looks worse than that pink unicorn t-shirt you made me buy for you last week." I thought he was going to complement me. I feel stupid inside, but at least he doesn't know. Since when have a become such a wuss.

"Shut up!" I leave out the door. Does it really look that bad? I peer down at my outfit, but then again, I tell myself that I don't care, and go to my car.

I don't care about what he thinks. Or about what anyone thinks, I remind my self, the thoughts in my mind suddenly wandering to Alex. If he doesn't show up to school today, I guess I'll know why, but for some reason I find myself hoping he's there.

And that's only so I can torment him.

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The day goes by fast, and like the usual I go through my classes, sit at lunch alone, and be a lazy bîtch at P.E. There's only one class left, and that's where all hell brakes loose. Mr. Witch's math class.

I go in and sit in the front row along with all the other nerds. Maybe I can perform some black magic and suck in their intelligence. Looking around at them, I make sure I didn't say that out loud. No one needs to know how much of a weirdo I actually am. I've already embarrassed my self enough.

The bell rings, but the witch has yet to make an appearance. Although Kyra then decides to walk in, and quietly sets her stuff down taking a seat behind me. I'm a little too aware of her presence, seeing as How last time, she made a fool out of me. I guess I can consider her a friend though.

"So, Alex huh?" She whispers into my ear. I whip my head around at an alarming rate. I can't have people thinking of us like that, misinterpretations like this never end good in the books. I don't need the school bîtch stalking me like a creep because I have a thing for her nonexistent man.

"There is no, 'So Alex, huh?' There's nothing going on."

"Do you actually expect me to believe any of that, because let me tell you, I really don't." She says examining her nails. Typically I would've ended the conversation here, but there's something about her that compelled me to say it.

"Go dance on your balls, Kyra." Her mouth rips open like she's ready to swallow the sun.

"Holy lord! My baby's all grown up! Where did that shy little girl go huh?!" She shouts, and the whole room looks at her. She'd blown her chances of being looked at as "normal" when she threw me a tampon, but now, she had completely misinterpreted herself. Or maybe not, maybe this is how she actually just was.

"Quiet down! That was supposed to be insulting you know." I quieted down, when from the corner of my vision I watched Alex walk in. Wait, how is Alex here so early, never would I have thought that he would come here without missing at least five minutes of class. At least.

That wasn't even the most surprising part, the most surprising part was that he didn't acknowledge me. I knew we were enemies but I thought we had something going. What was going on? Even if he didn't wink at me, I expected him to send me a glare or something.

Then the Witch came in, and class started, either way, my thoughts weren't halted.

Forget it Lira, you guys are enemies.

Ten minute into class I heard my name being called. However things were swirling in my head. My emotions were a wreck, and the fact that I wasn't used to it, didn't help me in the situation. I didn't know what to do. We were enemies, his house was basically a war zone, but that night he was drunk I heard my name, then I met his brother,mane now I have to sneak in as a maid? Not to mention what I discovered yesterday about how I was starting to feel towards Chris.

"Lira!" Everything was hurting, and so I did it.

"What!?" I couldn't handle it anymore, his nasally voice was killing my brain cells. It might just be me, but I could hear the gasps from the students. No one spoke like that to the Witch. Ever.

"Detention." His calm voice broke through, it was quiet scary.

"But-"

"2 hours, five page essay." He smiled sickly. That son of an aßś. I couldn't help it anymore, I had to do it.

"Go dance on your balls." His eyes widened, so much to the point I thought they would fly out of his sockets.

"Detention the whole week! Three five page essays due by the end of it. Oh and get if of my classroom. NOW!!" I help up my hands in surrender, it made me seem strong, but on the inside I was quaking. I was shooken up. Any other teacher could have done this, but he was the only one that could pull it off.

On my way out the door, I caught the eyes of Alex and his.....smile? I had to say, it was quite adorable, but hell if I'd ever admit that to him.

I got out the door, and slid my back down against the lockers slowly. My eyes wandered towards the huge windows, and after staring at them for a while, and the unruly stormy weather, I came to a conclusion that something was wrong. Everything felt off, wrong.

Just then, I heard the door click. Alex came out, with a smirk on his face. "Never knew you were such a bad girl Towers." He neared me, then snaked a hand around my waist. I swallowed. Hard.

"So funny, Black." And it was, the irony of it was killing me. He knew better than anyone else who I really was.

Before I had time to filter my mouth, the words sneaked out, "Where you avoiding me this morning?"

He smirked, "Why do you care?" Then he bit his lip and looked up at me with hooded eyes, all the while pulling me closer. I could feel my body pressed against him, his hard abs against my stomach.

That ass, he was suggestion something.

I glared at him, "Go dance on your balls Alex, it's not like that." I've been saying that a lot lately, but out of all the reactions, this one was the most surprising.

He stared grinning and thrusting against me, and I'd have to lie to say I didn't enjoy it, because it was the best feeling ever. Ew no, get that out of your mind Lira, right now please.

He started adding in his deep moans, and one almost escaped from me, but I bit it back. I couldn't have him thinking I was enjoying it, even if i was. "What are you doing?"

"Dancing, what do you think?" Then to prove his point, he put his other hand on my waist too, and started moving me along with him. I came to a realization that he was doing this because of what is said. I shook my head.

"I said, go dance on your balls, not dance with them! Moron."

"You're impossible, Lira. Here I was thinking you'd enjoy that, but your concerns are focused dearly on my balls, and my balls only." I almost laughed, almost.

But I couldn't because, the glass window across from us shattered. Into a million pieces. Men dressed in black with heavy loaded guns started to jump in one by one.

"You asked why I was avoiding you? It was because of guilt." He said in a rush.

Oh shît.