Tyson Block. Everything about him screams hottest-guy-in-the-whole-school. His caramel eyes, coffee hair, and smirky lips are irresistable to most girls in the school. Plus? His sweet exterior fools all the teachers, so he gets away with everything. His muscles are the perfect size. Even Goldilocks wouldn't be picky with him.

Too bad he's a total, conceited, stuck up asshole.

Of course, I'm the only one who knows this. The only one. Because for some reason, he's always picking on me. Only me. And that's so abnormal, because I'm not the only LBR out there, you know. He's nice to everyone. Except me. Claire Lyons. Luckiest girl in the world.

And if you didn't pick up on the sarcasm...

Okay, he's hot, that I have to admit. But I don't want him. Not that I could have him anyway.

Tyson is taken by the Alicia Rivera. I heard that it's pretty obvious that they should be together, since they're two of the most flawlessly gorgeous people in our grade. And now, Alicia wasn't just the most gorgeous too, she was the most envied, because she scored Tyson. But that could probably be because of her connections, being BFFy with his sister and all. But I've never seen her before.. only heard stuff about her.

I sit inside the Range Rover, admiring the tiny refrigerator and the sleekness of everything. Rich girls had it all, and I'm getting a glimpse of what they have. I see Massie and Tyson Block coming out of their house, with a model's look. They were striking twins. Parents must think Kendra was lucky for giving birth to a pair of beautiful kids.

Massie throws open the door as Tyson says, "Remember, lil sis, you and all your little friends, except Alicia, squeeze in the back. The front is reserved for me and my friends." Then he sees me indifferently sitting and smirks, "That goes for you too, Lyons. You happen to be sitting in my spot. I always get the window seat."

"If you hadn't noticed, there's a window right there, too," I reply, pointing to the other side.

"But that's my spot, it was always my spot," Tyson explains, nodding at my seat, as if he was the king and I was to follow his every orders.

"Normally, I'd move, but last night you didn't exactly give me the warmest welcome," I snap, crossing my arms, challengingly. Massie is scary, but Tyson is just annoying. I can handle annoying. I've been living with Todd since forever, so annoying, I can work with.

"Oh, you mean when I offered to carry your bags and dutifully did the job without complaint?" Tyson snaps back.

"Wrong!" I exclaim, "When you were in the middle of the stairs, you dropped my bags down the stairs purpose, amd everything fell out, and I had to clean it all!"

"It was an accident," Tyson laughs.

"Yeah, riiiight," I roll my eyes.

"Doesn't matter how many bags I drop down the stairs, it won't change the fact that that seat, is mine," Tyson insists.

"I don't see your name on it anywhere," I childishly say, sticking out a tongue.

"You wanna bet?" Tyson argues, "Check it out." I turn around and, just like he said, there were the worlds PROPERTY OF TYSON BLOCK stitched in gold thread on the seat. I'm so shocked how spoiled these brats can get.

"Okay, then, I'm going to borrow it," I cross my arms, stubbornly.

"No one takes Tyson's seat from him," Tyson is just as stubborn, "If you're sitting on my seat, guess I'd have to sit on you."

"What? No!" I cry, as Tyson sits on my lap and leans back.

"Ah, comfy," Tyson said, grinding his butt on me.

"Get your fat butt off me!" I shriek, pushing him as he presses his back against me to squish me so I'm muffled, "Isaac! Isaac, please help?" But Isaac shrugs helplessly as he tries not to burst out laughing. "Okay, okay, I'll get off your precious, special seat, okay?" I wait for him to stand up. He doesn't. "C'mon, I'm suffocating in your disgusting overdose of cologne! Get!! Off!" I shove him, but he won't budge. And even though I did notice it was because of his muscles, I did not think about it. I didn't. Really.

"Nah, I decided you're my seat now, I like you better," Tyson smirks, and scooting further on my lap.

"But I'm not your property," I argue, irritated, "Check me out. No gold stitching on me that says I'm yours. See?"

"Actually, anything on my property is my property and you're on my property, so, therefore, you are my property," Tyson looks so triumphant and I'm willing to do anything to wipe that smirk off his stupid, cute face.

We stop by Alicia Rivera's house. I'm able to see Tyson's girlfriend now. She's unbelievable gorgeous, even more than Massie, which is hard to pull off. I can see why Tyson and she are going out together. But whatever! That's not the problem. Alicia doesn't seem to notice that her boyfriend is sitting on someone, which I was counting on, so she'd scream for him to get off. And then they start making out. "Heyy, sweetie," Alicia says, as she comes up for air in their French kiss.

Right. In. Front. Of. Me. I close my eyes in disgust. But then Alicia screams, so I have to open my eyes. "Ehmagawd! Is that a broomstick you're sitting on?!" Alicia exclaims, her eyes scorching me with her unmistakable hatred. "Get awff my boyfriend!"

...Did she just say what I think she said? Did she tell me to get off her boyfriend? Does she not see that it's him on top of me?? Doesn't see that I'm not enjoying this at all?! OK, let me be Captain Obvious here. "I'll try, but to do that, I'd have to be on him first," I point out.

"Then get away from him," Alicia commands. I sigh, hopelessly.

"That's what I wanted to do for the whole entire time," I yell at Tyson, shoving him. This time, he isn't resisting.

"Get off my territory," Tyson orders, looking down me.

"Of course," I stand, "What Tyson wants, Tyson gets, right?"

"Right, I'm glad we all understand that now," Tyson growls, and I step on his feet on purpose when I go over to my seat.

"Are we done being babies now?" Massie is displeased, rolling her eyes, "If I'm late for school and this gets me a detention, I'm not going to be happy, and no one's happy when I'm happy. So. If you want to be happy, then make me happy: shut up and can Isaac drive already?"

"Don't tell me you're threatening me, sis," scoffs Tyson, challengingly.

Massie stiffens and says, "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to the Broomstick." Alicia cackles, and I redden.

"This broomstick has a name, you know," I snap.

"We know, we just don't care to remember," Alicia says.

During the car pool, I meet Kristen, Dylan, Cam, Derrington, and Josh. The girls are hostile, but the guys are pretty nice. Although I've noticed that the Blocks are alpha. Cam, Derrington and Josh are followers to Tyson, and Kristen, Dylan, and Alicia does whatever Massie says. Massie is flirting with Cam, and Kristen and Dylan are all giggly over Derrington. Alicia is being all lovey dovey over Tyson. I'm the invisible girl, watching everything.

"So, what's your name?"

I turn, to see a bright smile on a tan face with dark hair and dark eyes. His lips are a natural pink. Josh, that was his name, right? "C-C-Claire," I manage. God, be more cooler, Claire!

"Kuhkuhkuhlaire?" Tyson mocks, "Niiice."

"Now I know why you have big ears," I shoot, angrily, "Because you like to listen to other people's conversations with them!" Did he have to embarrass me in front of hot guys too?? "No one was talking to you, anyway."

"I don't have big ears!" Tyson reddens, and I snicker as he fingers his ear. "Tell me, are my ears big?" he asks everyone. Then everyone, including Alicia, exchange knowing glances and they all start to snicker with me. He's trying to preserve his pride now. "Who cares if I have big ears, Lyons?"

"Yeah, yeah, who cares?" I say sarcastically, "You're wayyyy too hot that it's going to take more than a pair of humongous ears to ruin your hotness, right?"

"You know what, Lyons?" Tyson says, "You think you're hot enough to put me down?" His arrogance is so overwhelming. He says, "Alright, who here says I'm hotter than Lyons?" All the girls raised their hands. "Alright, who says Lyons is hotter than me?" All the guys raised their hands. "Ha! Four votes for me and three for you. Do the math, I win."

I crack up, "You won by default, smart one. Why would a girl say I'm hotter than a guy?"

"Yeah, that'd be wrong on so many levels," Cam says.

"Hey, how about this?" I ask, and lean towards the front seat. I ask, "Isaac, who do you think is hotter: me or Tyson?"

Isaac laughs, obviously thinking this was funny, "You."

"Ha! So it's a tie!" I rub it in Tyson's face.

"Dude, that's cheating!" Tyson says. He pleads, "C'mon, Isaac, my parents pay you!"

"I didn't vote you just 'cause Ty's a guy, I voted you because you're pretty," Josh compliments, with a glowing smile. I blush.

"If it was a contest between you and Tyson, there'd be no competition, I would choose you," I reply, shyly.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously."

I stuff my stuff in my locker (hey, that's a pun! ...right?) and smell a perfume-y stench creeping around my nose. It's the one and only Alicia Rivera. And something tells me she's not here to welcome me to the school.

"Listen, and by listen, I mean listen good," Alicia looks ferocious, and that's why I listen. "I don't think of you as a threat, but just as an enforcement, keep your distance between you and my boyfriend, alright? We're going to have certain issues if you don't. Don't think I thought of that thing as playing around in the car in the morning."

"Wait, Josh is your boyfriend?" I ask.

"No, I mean Tyson!" Alicia seems frustrated, "He was sitting on you today! He never sits on me!"

"Ha, you meant Tyson??" I chuckle, "Let me get this straight: You want me to stay away from Tyson?" Alicia nods, confused. "Oh, that should be so hard! Oh, please, oh, please, don't tear us apart! The love between us... it's... too strong." I'm laughing at how ridiculous this all is and it makes Alicia even more bewildered. "Look, it's going to be painful, but I'll stay away from him for you, okay?"

"Stay away from Josh."

"What?!" I exclaim. Tyson had to be kidding, right?

"But why?" I ask, unable to understand.

"I don't want you flirting with my friends!" Tyson orders.

"Why not?!"

"Just don't!"

"I can do whatever I want to!"

"Unless I say so!"

"What's so high and mighty about you that I need to listen to what you say?"

"Hello? I'm the Tyson Block."

"Yeah, and I'm the Claire Lyons. I don't listen to the Tyson Block."

"You don't put a 'the' before a name, idiot!"

"You're the one who did it first!"

"Yeah, I'm special. That's why I get to that."

"I don't care how special you are!"

"What the hell! Back off from my friends, okay? They're my friends."

"Oh, so they're your property? Just like that car seat, right? Just like me?"

"You're just beginning to understand the way things are around here."

"What? That the whole world, no, excuse, the whole fucking universe revolves around the fat head of Tyson Block? Easy enough to guess. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't be around your friends, oh, excuse me, I mean property."

Tysaire/Clyson or Closh/J'laire? I know you guys think Closh is cooler, but just wait and see, okay??