Iggy POV

I was laughing with my buds. Dylan Gunther-Hagen, Fang Walker, and my little bro, Gazzy Ride, continued to talk about all the girls on school grounds. The three were loved crazed at the moment and I really could care less, until the one girl, mocha skinned and very talk-a-tive walked by. They all watched her as she walked to her locked only five down from mine and put her books away. She took her glasses off, setting them carefully inside and checking herself in her locker mirror. Then she put them back on, grabbed her bag, and headed to lunch. Her eyes met mine for only a slight second as she passed, the brown seeming to glare into my soul.

Fang suddenly wolf-whistled at her, making her turn around and stare for a few minutes. She rolled her eyes and then continued on her way, not paying attention to the four guys leaning against the lockers.

"Dude. What the hell was that?" Dylan asked, punching Fang lightly in the shoulder.

"What?" He replied, putting his hands up in a confused gesture. I shook my head at them and then looked down the hall at Monique's, retreating form. Her skirt swished as she walked, the school uniform seeming to fit her long legs perfectly. Gazzy realized I was checking her out and smacked me upside the head.

"Ow. Dude, what was that for?" I all but screamed at him, fighting the urge to punch him in the gut.

"Why were you checking Monique out?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. By now both Fang and Dylan had stopped fighting and were staring at me with their arms crossed.

"Shut up. You guys are such children, you probably don't even know what you're talking about." I snapped, slamming my locker door shut. Fang smirked, Gazzy chuckled, and Dylan uncrossed his arms, poking me in the chest.

"Fine. If we are such children, then I dare you to get to know her for the rest of the year. That means becoming friends, learning everything about her, and spending every aching minute in her presence. And the week before school gets out, if you don't have feelings for her, we leave you alone. But" -he paused for dramatic effect- "if you do have feelings for her, then you have to do whatever we tell you to, no matter how disgusting or totally life changing it is." By the end of his speech, he crossed his arms again and looked me in the eye, waiting for my answer. I thought about it, weighing the pros and cons in my mind. I finally decided.

"Alright, fine. It's a dare."

We shook. We went to lunch. We carried on with our lives. And we went home. Tomorrow, though, it was going to be diffrent. Tomorrow was the day I was going to become friends with Monique Valentine.

~Next Day at Lunch

Iggy POV

I walked up to her, my head held high and my lunch tray in my hands. She was reading a book, slowly nibbling at an apple. I pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. Her eyes froze on the page she was on and her head slowly raised to look at me. After a while, I looked up at her and smiled.

"Hi." I said, then carried on with eating my pizza.

"What are you doing?" She asked, setting her book on the table and her unfinished apple on her tray. I shrugged.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, raising my head to look at her.

"What are you doing sitting here with me?" She said, leaning back in her chair and folding her arms over her chest. I shrugged again.

"I don't know. Is it against the law to sit next to a pretty girl such as yourself?" I replied, smirking as she stared at me, thinking.

"Uh huh. I bet that's exactally what's going on." She muttered. I stared at her, searching her face. Her large brown eyes seemed to shrink underneath her glasses. Her mocha face was flawless, looking as soft as baby skin. Her lips were a slight peach, showing bright against her dark skin. Her cheek bones were high, her hair framing her face perfectly. My eyes wandered to her uniform. Her chest fit against her white blouse perfectly, her dark navy blue tie wrapped nicely around her neck. I looked back into her eyes to see her staring at me watching her.

I blushed and looked down at my pizza again. How embarrasing is it when a girl catches you staring at her chest? Pretty embarrasing if I do say so myself, especially when I'm trying to win her over for a dare. Stupid Dylan.

"Alright, I can't take it. What the hell do you want?" Nudge suddenly said, slamming her hands onto the table and standing to full height. I stood up too, towering a good foot above her. She glared up at me, eyes filled with hate.

"What? Is it a crime to sit next to you?" I practically shouted, glaring back at her. She rolled her eyes and then turned back to me.

"Listen here, Ignite Ride, I know you. I know your little games. The ones where you pretend to like a girl, get what you want, and then dump them like trash. You are an asshole and every single girl in this boarding school knows it. If you want to sit next to me so bad there has to be a catch. And if there isn't a catch, I think I'm in heaven, because you never sit next to a girl without wanting something or other!" Her voice had risen towards the end of her speech and everyone had started to stare.

All of their faces stood out at me, locking eyes every now and then. I finally turned back to Monique to see her only inches from my face. Her breath brushed against my face as she exhaled, smelling like peppermint.

"Leave. Me. The. Hell. Alone. And if you don't, I will get you in your nightmares." She whispered, venom lacing each word and making me shiver. Then she grabbed her bag, leaving her tray, and ran off.

That didn't go as well as I had hoped.

I hope you guys enjoyed.

This idea had came to me last night when I was having a sleep over with my friend. R&R?

Thanks.

~Snowflake