Hazers Gonna Haze
A story by Lilly Tagloft
This is a preview of what awesomeness is to come:
"I'm not afraid of you," I stated, puffing out my chest a bit. I had to do my best to keep cool. I had to maintain control around the one person who could drive me crazy. Up the wall crazy; so crazy that it took all my energy not to let him leave his mark.
"Is that so?" His words came out smooth and full of confidence, something that never seemed to be lacking from the golden boy. "Tell me, how has high school been to you so far?"
I squinted my eyes at him. I had only been in high school for a few weeks and he wanted me to tell him what I thought?
"It sucks," I replied truthfully, bearing eye contact without too much trouble.
His sea foam orbs acquired an indisputable glint as I answered his condescending question. The tight smile on his face loosened to that of playfulness and every bit of his body language reeked of egotistical bastard. This guy-man had obviously been in his fair share of obnoxious situations and I can't be certain he hasn't already dealt with a freshman with an ego as big as his.
"Well, you better get used to it because this year is going to be absolute hell." The perfect smile only grew as he carried on talking. He probably got his kicks off tormenting others... That or he loved listening to himself talk. It was clear from the first time I saw him that he thought a lot about himself. It was proven when he even had the gull to come outright and threaten me like that.
"What makes you so sure about that?" I asked defiantly. I do not take kindly to handsome strangers telling me what to do.
"Come October second the hazings will begin and you, my dear freshman, are going to be my number one target. Numbero uno." He added emphasis by making mini-explosion noises while firing off finger guns. Absolutely juvenile.
"Come November you'll wish you never messed with me. I can guarantee it," I gave it right back to him, for a second letting go of my inhibition to hide out in the school shack around back.
"We'll see about that..." the guy in front of me said with a scoff. His luring smile put stress on the fact that this would definitely not be our last time bumping into each other.
"Raven," I said noncommittally to fill up the space in conversation, if you could call it that.
The golden boy smiled, each tooth seemed to radiate its own bout of perfection. His mouth opened, bearing a cool tongue that rolled off "Trevor" like he practiced for hours at home. No one says a name that appealing naturally. It has to be the only plausible reason why my heart did a weird dance inside my ribcage. He designed it to.
Without a thought or indication of any kind, this guy – Trevor – turned on his heel. He ascended the hallway, easily moving through the light traffic. Before he rounded the corner, his voice carried all the way back to me saying, "It isn't anything personal; hazers gonna haze!"