And here comes part two...as told by my lovely OC. I think you'll finally see my reasoning for the rating here.

- VEG. :)

God, there's just a huge list things I hate right now. Just to name a few...

I hate my parents. Actually, hate can't even describe the feeling I have toward them. I may sound like your average, angsty teenager, but I have my reasons. They're divorced, and while the closest thing I had to a father went off with his big business and made millions, my younger brothers, one of them being severely Autistic, and I lived in a three bedroom ranch with our mother, who would disappear for days at a time and come back with more weed in her system than Bob Marley did in his whole lifetime. These past few years, my brothers have only really had me as a parental figure, and the only break I ever get is weekends, when their father takes them, the occasional day when my grandmother can babysit, or when my mom decides she wants to be our mother, like she's attempting this week.

I hate school. Of course, LA County High School for the Arts was slightly less awful than attending a regular public school, but I still hated it. My art teachers don't embrace creativity, the music director lived in his own little world, and the director for our shows might as well be invisible, considering we basically never see her. So now I have to create a dull midterm project for my color & 2D design class, perform a song I've practiced only once for our school's "Save the Music" concert, and lead student-run rehearsals for our production of Sweeney Todd.

On top of that, I hate my academic part of school. The whole, "You're gonna see this every day for the rest of your life!" speech was a bunch of bullshit. I know for a fact that I'll never really need to know about acid-base titration calculation or the trigonometric functions of angles. Not to mention, I didn't understand any of it, anyway. I'm currently trying to finish my trig homework in the coffee shop...and am getting absolutely nowhere. I tried calling my friend for help, but he was probably too busy being the tool he is and trying to get with some poor, helpless girl.

I really hate guys- especially douche bag-ish ones who thought they could get any girl whenever they wanted. I hate listening to girls complain about boys, and just the word "relationship" in general makes me cringe. And I don't think there was anything I hated more than when guys made pathetic attempts to hit on me.

That's the situation I was probably about to get myself in to. I wasn't even going to bother looking at the guy. "Uh, hey," I hear a soft, almost cracking voice say. That wasn't exactly the approach I was expecting, but whatever.

"I'm not in the mood for a cheesy pickup line, so I'm gonna ask you nicely to fuck off." I bluntly state without bothering to peel my eyes away from my phone. God dammit! Where the hell was Pat when I needed him?

"Oh, god- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, uh..." Okay, maybe he wasn't a jerk, but he was still making an idiot out of himself.

"Okay, can we make this quick?" I ask clearly annoyed. "I have work to do." I finally take the time to look up at him- he was actually kind of cute. He was pale with dark hair, brown eyes, and a sweet, innocent looking face. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his jeans as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet- he actually looked kind of nervous. "Uh, sorry...I mean..." He let's out a deep sigh. "I just overheard you talking about how you needed some help, and...I'm pretty good at math, so I thought I could maybe…help you?"

"Help me?" I ask, trying not to laugh. "You can't be serious. I'm un-teachable."

"I bet I could change that," he says, flashing me a perfectly white smile. I refrain from rolling my eyes.

"Cocky, are we?" I ask with a smirk, scooting over to make room for him. "Alright, try me."

"Well, to start off," he sits down, then holds out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Logan."

Oh my god- what a tool.

"Brooklyn," I say, awkwardly shaking his hand.

And I guess this is where our story begins…