Disclaimer: I own only the plot.
Hey guys, welcome to my new story! Hopefully it'll expel the writer's block I've got with some of my other stories, which is why I'm starting it now - and I'm determined to finish it before it's year anniversary (which will be a first, but hopefully not impossible).
Drew and May and my favourite pairing, and I guess they're slightly OOC in this story if you're comparing them to the anime because they start off hating each other, which they never did in the anime, but by the end of the story they should be more like themselves ;)
Enjoy.
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Chapter One
~ Hate at First Sight ~
"May, time for school!"
I sighed, screwing up the piece of paper in front of me and chucking it at the bin. It missed. By half a centimetre. I glared at it. Now it was just being uncooperative.
"May!"
"Coming," I called back to my mum, Caroline, and got up from my desk. I grabbed my school bag and rushed down the stairs, giving mum a peck on the cheek and was half way to my car when I realised I had forgotten something: my brother, Max. I rushed back into the house and found him waiting for me with his arms crossed and an impatient look on his face.
"Seriously May, this is the fourth time this month you've forgotten me," Max complained.
"Heh... Heh... Sorry," I apologised sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck. Max heaved an exaggerated sigh and pushed his glasses further up his nose.
"Come on May, let's just go already," he said impatiently.
"Right," I nodded, glancing at my watch. "Eek!" I squealed. It was twenty-five minutes past eight - that meant only five minutes to get to school instead of the usual ten it took because of traffic. I dashed out of the house with Max right behind me, grabbed the drivers car door, flung it open, and dived into the driver's seat while Max calmly got into the passenger seat. I then stabbed my key into the ignition and twisted it hard to start the car as I flung the brake up before I'd even got my seatbelt on. The car shot backwards and I quickly stamped on the pedal to make it go forwards before we hit the house (it would have been the third time this month and dad would not have been happy). I clicked my seatbelt into the holster as we roared down the drive and then we were out into the road.
I sighed in relief, letting myself relax as I drove down the road until I had to screech to a halt for a Skitty crossing the road, jerking both Max and I forwards before our belts came into action and jerked us back.
"Argh! Stupid Skitty, I swear it always crosses the road just as I'm coming along!" I yelled, half to Max and half to the Skitty. Max sighed and leaned his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes.
"Just tell me when we're at school so I know I'm still alive when we get there," he muttered, but I was too busy stepping in the fast pedal to pay him much attention.
After much jerking round corners, jolting to a stop for traffic lights or people crossing roads, and complaining from my brother I finally pulled into the school's car park fifteen minutes later. It had taken us much longer than I thought it would to get to school and I was panicking as I haphazardly stopped the car over three parking spaces and jumped out before the engine had completely died. Grabbing my bag I slammed the car door shut, yelled a hurried "See ya later!" at Max, and dashed madly into school.
"You forgot to-" Max started to call after me but I didn't hear him as I was already sprinting down the corridors, half-way to class. The door banged open as it hit the wall when I barged into my first class, Pokémon Ethics, just over ten minutes late. Unaware of the whole class falling silent I ran to my chair at the back of the classroom and flung myself into my seat, throwing my bag onto my desk so hurriedly that all my books sprawled out and fell onto the floor. It was only after I'd picked them all up and was finally ready to face the front of class that I became aware of everyone staring at me. I shrunk self-consciously back into my seat. I didn't like this kind of attention, it freaked me out. Even worse was when I directed my eyes to the front of the classroom and saw our teacher, professor Rowan, who came in specifically to take us for this class, glaring at me. And he wasn't alone. Standing next to him, with a smirk on his extremely good-looking face, was the new student everyone had been told would arrive today.
"Oops," I murmured. As professor Rowan advanced on me, with the new student directly behind him, I knew I was in big trouble.
"Would you care to explain why you are late, why you arrived in such an unorthodox fashion and why the only thing you have to say for yourself is 'oops', Miss Maple?" he asked me in that deadly calm voice of his which meant he was beyond angry.
"Umm..." I hesitated. The professor narrowed his wizened eyes at me, his white hair making him look eccentric as he loomed over me threateningly. My throat went dry as I tried to explain myself.
"I was doing the homework this morning but I lost track of time and then there was a lot of traffic and-" I began talking really quickly, but then the professor cut me off.
"And do you have your homework Miss Maple?" he asked me in a dangerously light tone. I blinked, feeling my skin crawl under his glare.
"Um, well, not exactly..." I half-whispered. Professor Rowan nodded sharply.
"I thought not. Detention," he said, turning away. I should have just accepted my punishment - professor Rowan was a fairly lenient teacher compared to some - but I stupidly argued with him.
"But that's not fair, I can't do detention tonight," I told him. Big mistake. Professor Rowan turned back to face me.
"And why not?"
"Because..." I hesitated. I couldn't tell him the real reason. Professor Rowan waited for a couple of seconds before nodding sagely.
"I thought so. Detention, for two weeks, starting today. No excuses."
"What? Why?" I asked in shock.
"Because, Miss Maple, you need to learn to turn your homework in on time, not to be late every morning, and the proper way to conduct yourself," he said firmly, walking back to the front of the classroom.
"The proper way to conduct myself?" I echoed.
"Yes. In fact, I think our new student can help with that. You will be in charge of showing Mr Hayden around and making sure he gets to all his classes on time, and I also expect you to help him catch up all the work he's missed this term and give him any other help he needs for the next two weeks at least, understand?"
I stared at the professor, and then looked at the boy standing next to him. He couldn't be serious, the boy had such a satisfied smirk at my displeasure on his face that I could just tell that if I had to spend the next two weeks with him I would end up so frustrated all my hair would fall out. "But-" I began.
"I can always make it three weeks," the professor spoke over my protest, and I quickly shut up. The professor turned to the new boy. "Mr Hayden, if you'd like to take a seat next to Miss Maple...?" Even though he phrased it as a question, it was really an order. I don't get why adults do that, when we clearly have no choice in the matter.
"Certainly professor," the new boy replied. He had the kind of voice which would make most girls go weak at the knees but I just. He was obviously a teacher's pet, just what I wanted to deal with. Not. I had enough on my plate without him breathing down my neck over the next fortnight.
As he took the previously empty seat next to me I heard several sighs and looked up to find almost everyone girl in the class staring at him. He followed my gaze around the class and smirked, flicking his green hair. That was the first time I noticed his hair was emerald green like his eyes, and then I joined the girls who were staring at him but for a different reason. Who in Hoenn has green hair?! Then he finally turned to me and gave me a cool, appraising look. I found myself itching to wipe off the smug look on his face. You know that feeling you get when you first meet someone and you just know you're destined to be mortal enemies? That's the feeling I was getting right then. He hadn't even spoken to me yet but I knew we were always going to hate each other. He only confirmed it when he opened his mouth.
"The name's Drew," he said smoothly. The smoothness of his tone irritated me, but not as much as what he said next. "But you can call me Hayden. You're obviously an amateur, not worth my time," he told me snootily and turned back to face the front of the class as professor Rowan began the lesson, leaving me gaping at him in shock. This, this means war. And you're not going to win, I thought hotly, paying no attention to the lesson. One single thought was running through my mind as I cast a sly glance at the new pupil.
Drew Hayden, you and I are destined to hate each other.
It was hate at first sight.
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Author's Note: So how was it? Short, I know, but it was only the first chapter. I'm already working on the second chapter so hopefully that should be up soon!
Thanks for reading,
~ Jay
