Chapter 2

The bell rang and Kendyl felt a sudden rush of relief as she grabbed her purse and her binder and rushed out of the classroom. She was glad to be away from the intense green gaze. She waited until Jayde came outside. As soon as she spotted the girl, she quickly grabbed her arm and pulled her aside.
“You're so lucky!” Jayde grinned.
“Describe lucky,” Kendyl replied bitterly. “I don't find any luck in-” she laughed as Damien walked by, a smug smile plastered on his face. She clenched her fists and scowled.
“Earth to Kendyl!” Jayde snapped and Kendyl turned to her friend.
“I don't know what it is with you and him. I don't know what he did to you,” Jayde said.
“He bugs me. That's all,” Kendyl stated. She looked down the hallway and spotted Damien at his locked, taking out his history textbook.
Great, another class with the arrogant asshole.
She realized she was being unfair. He didn't actually do anything to be considered as an ass, but there was something about him that told her that he was.

She suddenly felt someone bump into her roughly, sending her binder crashing to the floor, her papers spilling out. She bent down to pick up her papers and stuffed them in her binder without a care. Kendyl looked up to see the culprit who had knocked her binder on the floor.
A stunningly gorgeous brunette walked over to Damien and grabbed his arm. She reached up and kissed him on the cheek, giggly like an idiot. Kendyl felt herself grit her teeth.
“She's pretty,” Jayde noted.
Realizing that she had been staring, she looked over at her best friend and blushed with annoyance. She absolutely hated getting caught.
Taking her frustration the as a sign of discourage, Jayde grabbed her arm and tugged her in the direction of their locker. “Come on, let's get to history class.”
Kendyl nodded and went to their locker. She spun the dial of the lock three times and unlocked it with success. Pulling out two textbooks, she handed on to Jayde and placed her own on her, now messy, binder.

How can one person be so irritating? She thought bitterly as she entered her classroom and sat down next to Jayde as the teacher entered. He placed his books on his desk. “Alright, class-” He was interrupted as Damien and the girl entered the classroom. They both handed Mr. Kron a note and were sent to the back of the room to sit.
Kendyl cursed silently. Just great.

The rest of class was a blur until the last ten minutes. They were learning about the history of Canada and Mr. Kron was explaining a project that would be due in a week.
“There will be partners,” Mr Kron stated as Jayde and Kendyl looked at each other hopefully. There was a chuckle from the history teacher as he continued. “Now before you get too excited I will be the one assigning partners.”

Names were called, but Kendyl didn't pay any attention to them, only listening for Jayde and her own name.
“Riley and Jayde.”
Jayde turned to looked at Kendyl with a frown. She didn't even know there was a Riley in her history class.
“Riley, wave to Jayde,” Mr. Kron said with a smile.
In the front, no one turned to wave so both Jayde and Kendyl turned around.
Kendyl frowned when she saw the gorgeous girl beside Damien wave. Both of the girls turned back around and glanced at each other. Jayde had a horrified look on her face and Kendyl couldn't help but laugh. She stopped shortly when Mr. Kron called out her name.
“Kendyl and Damien.” 

 

“What?” Kendyl choked out; her eyes wide. She turned around and was given a smug grin from Damien and an ice-cold glare from Riley.

She turned back around and shot a glare at her friend as Jayde snorted. Jayde then pressed her lips together until they were white; trying her best not to laugh.
Oh, this will be so much fun, she thought sarcastically.

The bell rang, signaling lunch, and Kendyl leaped happily out of her chair, hoping that this was the last class with Damien. She didn't even want to be his partner and the glare from Riley couldn't have made the statement more true.
Jayde stood up and grabbed her things. “Let's go to lunch,” she said as Kendyl nodded.
“I want to go to my locker first.” She lifted the history textbook, that would eventually become a nuisance holding it, for emphasis.

Jayde agreed and the two walked to their locker. Jayde quickly unlocked it and shoved everything inside apart from her purse. Kendyl copied her actions. “Where do you want to go to eat?”
Jayde thought for a moment. Taping her forefinger to her chin in mock thought. “Let's go to the cafeteria today.”
Kendyl shrugged, “Why not?” She unzipped her purse and pulled out her wallet to check how much money she had; twenty dollars. That would certainly be enough for the food in the cafeteria.
Jayde tugged on her arm and she dropped her wallet back in to her purse. The two headed for the cafeteria.

When they reached the cafeteria. Dismay hit Kendyl like a brick as she spotted Damien sitting with Riley and another girl; a beautiful with with long, flowing blond hair and green eyes.
She turned to leave, but Jayde rolled her eyes and pulled her back into the cafeteria. “C'mon Ken, ignore them.”
Kendyl let out a reluctant sigh as she let Jayde pull her to their regular table. Unfortunately, it was located in front of Damien and the two girls.
She pulled out her money from her wallet only to have it quickly snatched by Jayde. The copper haired girl looked over her shoulder. “What do you want, Ken?”
“Surprise me,” she shrugged. 

Kendyl looked around the cafeteria, bored, and was surprise to see the blonde girl and Riley leave. She then looked over to Damien. He looked up from his untouched food and raised an eyebrow as he caught her eye.
She scowled as she looked away.

“Did I do something to piss you off?”
Kendyl jumped as he moved to Jayde's empty seat. He swung it around to face her, and sat down.
She pressed her lips together, forcing herself not to make a rude remark.
Taking her silence as a yes, he frowned. “What did I do?” He seemed genuinely hurt that she didn't like him.
“It's not what you did. It's how you are. You're a pompous ass.”
She was startled to hear him burst out into a fit of laughter. She had expected him to be offended.
“I assume you get that a lot?” She asked.
“No, I don't usually get that reaction from anyone. I've heard attractive once or twice, but never an ass.”
“Hm, that doesn't seem true. I would guess you would hear conceited.”
He shot her an amused crooked smile. His eyes trailed down from her eyes until they met with her cheek. “Your bruise is going away.”
She had forgotten all about the quick morning and her cheek hitting the car window. Bringing a hand to her cheek, she brushed it lightly. “I guess it is.”
“Does it hurt?” His question was lace with genuine curiosity.
“Of course it does,” she retorted. “Bruises often hurt.”
Something flashed behind his emerald eyes, but it quickly disappeared before she could catch what it was.
She opened her mouth to say something, but was stopped when he spoke. “So, partner, what do you want to do for the project?”
“I don't know, but I think I'll come up with something,” she said.
As if he realized something he reached out to her with an open hand. “Do you have a pen and a piece of paper?”
Kendyl nodded and pulled out a pen and paper from her purse. Curiosity getting the better of her, she handed it to him. Damien quickly scribbled something down, and handed it back to her.
She looked down at the neat handwriting.

3725 Haltrod Dr.

“That's my address,” he said. “Come to my house tonight and we can start on it.”
He smiled once more before getting up and leaving. She watched him go, interest making her skin tingle.
However much she found the strange boy fascinating, something about him made something in her scream for her to be careful.