A/N: Blah, blah, blah. New story? Yeaup.

This is a new story made by me and GemOfOlympus. Yeaup, we're making this story TOGETHER.

Well, we hope you like it. (:

Sorry for the mistakes. I just really wanted to post this.

This is with TWO POV's. Both show their different mornings, k?

Disclaimer: We own nothing.

Blaire's POV

Beep-beep-beep-bee-BLOOP!

I sighed and went back to sleep as my alarm clock finally got muted by the water inside the glass where I dunked it in.

But realization hit me and my eyes snapped open. Oh my gosh... Mom's gonna kill me! That was my third alarm clock for this month!

I broke the first one when I threw it against the wall and it shattered into a million pieces. Then I broke the second one by smashing it on my table... Gods help me.

I sat up and took the clock out of the glass and tried desperately to dry it up. I wiped it with my hand and looked at the face of the clock to see that it was filled with water. I shook it and droplets of liquid flew everywhere.

It's hopeless... Mom's gonna kill me, not to mention dad who always jokes that I always destroy things that I touched... Well, it's not my fault things are so breakable. Right?

I need to get ready for school...

An irritated sighed escaped my lips. Great. Another wonderful day dealing with pesky, arrogant, self-centered, idiotic creatures called boys. Not to mention Nico Di Angelo, he's by far the most pathetic excuse for a boy. He shouldn't even be even categorized as human being, he's a monster. He's not human I tell you!

He doesn't care for anyone but himself, he cusses like there's no tomorrow, he hates his mom, he fights with his sister, he hates his dad, he does reckless things and he just has everything that I hate when it comes to guys. I mean, who is he to hate his family? He should be grateful that he even has one.

Although sometimes I wonder if I should hate his family too. I mean they are the reason why he goes to school at my school, and they're the reason I met that monster...

But sometimes, I feel sorry for his mom... After all she's done for him, all he does is crumple it and throw it over his shoulder.

Snap out of it. He's your enemy. You should not feel sorry for him or his family... Except for Bianca of course.

With another irritated sigh, I reached out and turned off the water and stepped out off the shower I was in. I wrapped myself in a blue towel and walked out of the bathroom. After drying my hair, I padded my way against my carpeted floor which was in the color of blue that matches the sky. Walking into my large walk-in closet, I chose my outfit for the day.

After a hundred or so shirts and jeans and other things, I settled with a plain white shirt that I tucked in my floral skirt which stopped about three inches above my knees. I also buckled a thick nude colored belt on where my skirt and my shirt met. I took out a pair of four inch white strapped wedges and put them on.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I felt something missing. I went back to my closet and took out one of my necklaces, the pendant was three over-lapping circles in silver with thousands of diamonds imbedded on it. I put it on and looked at the mirror again.

Perfect. I looked like I was wearing a dress, which was the whole point of putting on the belt.

With that I went downstairs and sat on the dinning table. "Good Morning, Sweetheart. You look lovely today. Is it for anyone special?" my mom asked and I got her message 'You're sixteen, I don't care what your dad thinks. You should get a boyfriend.'

I gave her a look and she just raised her hands on surrender. "Mom, you perfectly know that I'm on dad's side when it comes to dating."

"And that is why I love you," my dad said as he sat beside mom giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Honey, go wake up your brother. It's time to eat," mom said as she placed the waffles, eggs, and bacon on the table.

"Alright." I got up and went back upstairs to my brother's room. "Aussie? Austin? Come on. Time for breakfast," I told my seven year old brother.

"No..." he mumbled.

"Mom says your not having breakfast if you don't get up now."

"I want to sleep."

I sighed and a mischievous smirk played on my lips. "Alright then, guess I have to do this"

I poked his side and he giggled. I kept repeating it as he laughed and thrashed around trying to bat my hands away.

"Blaire! Please! Stop!" he cried.

"I will if you get up now."

"I will, I will. Just stop," he pleaded.

With a final poke, I kissed his forehead and went back downstairs.

I may despise boys, but there are a few exemptions to that.

"He's coming," I told my parents as I sat down and ate breakfast.

After dealing with my family, I went straight to school via my BMW. And parked in front of the school.

I got out of my car, took my bag and went inside. Glaring at all the boys that looked at me, who returned the look, I went to my locker and opened it.

I took out my Biology notebook and closed it again.

"Blaire!" someone yelled.

I turned to my right and saw Rachel Dare. "Hey, Rachel."

"What's with the pissy mood? You're becoming the demon aka HIM... And it is not good. AT ALL!" She said putting her hands on her hips

I glared at her. "I will never ever! Be like him! He's an atrocious, arrogant monster who wants everything for himself!"

"Sorry... It was a joke"

"I know. But it's still offensive comparing me to that excuse of a - "

"Well... Speaking of the devil. He's here."

"Wha - "

"Turn around."

And I did.

And saw him right infront of me.

Did I mention I have a demon as a locker buddy? Oh joy...

An amused smile flashed across my face as his eyes went up and down my body.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I asked him with annoyance evident in my voice.

His eyes went back to mine as he said...

Nico's POV

~morning~

I woke up to cold water being thrown on my bed.

And on me.

Well, this was an awesome way to wake up in the morning.

Thanks a lot, mom.

"You're welcome, darling," my dear mother said, with fake kindness. She plastered a smile on her pale face, and from the way she had bangs under her eyes, she didn't get any sleep last night.

Her black hair was pulled into a messy ponytail, and while her eyes looked at me normally, I could see the bitterness and resent in them.

Why the fuck did my mom hate me so much?

I didn't fucking know.

Out of fucking nowhere, she stared fucking hating on me, and since I wasn't a dumbass or a pussy, I didn't cry about it or bitch at her, why the fuck she was acting this way.

I simply moved the fuck on and didn't question the shit she gave me.

"Get ready. You have school," she reminded me.

I rolled my eyes at her. "If you get out of my room, MAYBE I would be changing. Can't have my own mother prevuing on me, now can we?"

"Alright, smartass. Don't give me attitude in the morning."

"When you stop giving ME attitude, MAYBE I'd consider it," I retorted.

She scoffed at my words before leaving my room.

Thank the fucking gods.

See what I meant when I said she hated me?

Did you know any parents who treated their fucking kids like that?

No.

My mom liked to treat me like shit, and I wasn't gonna be a faggot and let her think she had the upper hand.

If she's a bitch to me, I was an asshole to her.

It was a mutual disagreement or whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I smirked.

Damn. I was a hot ass guy.

I knew it, and the rest of the school fucking knew it. If they didn't, they were the dumbest bastards I knew.

With my black bangs that curved left, you could hardly see my dark brown eyes. I wore my signature leather jacket over my plain white t-shirt and black skinny jeans hung my legs.

Yeah. I was a sexy motherfucker.

And I was pretty damn proud of that fact.

Think I'm cocky?

Well, you don't know shit.

The head bitch was a spoiled brat, if you didn't know. Hell, she could be cockier than me.

Who the fuck wears a gazillion diamonds?

For school?

And they're fucking real, mind you. They're not those fake ass shit that normal girls wear.

But did she wear those things?

No. She likes wearing all that fancy shit because she liked to show off.

I wasn't buying that crap and neither were the guys.

I walked out the front door without so much as a "bye" to my mother.

Because the gods fucking hated me so much, they decided I should've be pushed by my awesome sister, Bianca.

"What the fuck is your damn problem, Bianca?" I sneered.

"You walk like my grandma," she retorted.

"It takes one to know one," I retaliated.

"Shut the fuck up, Nico."

"Bring a tampon to school! It looks like it's your time of the month!" I yelled to her as she drove away.

She rolled down her windows and flipped me off while I smirked.

When her car was out of my sight, I climbed into mine and drove.

I would like to mention, for all those sensitive fuckers, that my sister and I weren't always like this.

Once upon a time, when I was seventh grade, and she was in eighth, we were close.

Ever since we were young, we always had each other's backs. We protected each other; we cared for each other. We tried to comfort each other whenever mom would hurt us with words, and we were close.

I depended on her, and she depended on me.

We made a promise when we were, like, I don't know, six or seven.

We were young and all that shit, but I still remembered it.

We were playing the park. Sally Jackson took us because our mom didn't want to, and I was happy that she didn't come.

Anyways, Bianca and I were playing with our cousin, Percy. The three of us were playing with a frisbee, and when it went into the trees, Percy said he'd get it and his mom came with him.

Bianca whispered in my ear, "When we grow up, let's always be friends." She gave me a cheeky grin after that.

I gave her a confused look. "But we'll always be friends."

"I know, I know," she had told me. "But let's pinky swear so it can be official."

"Okay," I agreed enthusiastically. She held up her pinky, and we intertwined ours together.

Weren't we cute little fuckers back them?

We were.

Anyways, thanks to Ms. Bitch, my sister hated me now. I was a freshman; Bianca was a sophomore. My sister started hanging out with Ms. Bitch, and the next thing you fucking know, my sister turned against me.

The promise that we made?

Completely destroyed.

Thanks to her.

So see, I wasn't the only one at fault here. I hated her with a reason. Why did she hate me? I didn't fucking know nor did I care.

We were fucking enemies.

And we would always be.

As I strolled to my lockers, the hall became quiet. That's right motherfuckers, it was cliched as hell, but life was just a big cliche.

Ms. Bitch had her back faced to me, and the way her friend was staring at me a little nervously, I knew Ms. Bitch was talking about me.

Her friend mentioned the devil, and Ms. Bitch finally turned around. It was too late for that since I heard mostly everything she said.

Motherfucker.

I let my eyes wander from her face and smirked.

She was a bitch, yeah, but she wasn't ugly. I could she wore her "priceless" diamond necklace; see what I meant when she liked to show off?

"What the hell are you looking at?" Annoyance clearly evidenced in voice.

I met her steely gaze.

"Before you start saying shit about me, make sure you know what you're fucking talking about, bitch," I smirked, keeping my amused expression on when inside, I already killed her three times.

Welcome to high school.

My personal hell.

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