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Huey's locker was getting quite mess despite his sad attempt of a locker clean-up last week. The mess didn't bother him until he couldn't locate any of his stuff anymore. He sighed quietly as his hand wandered into the pile of books and junk, and then finally he was able to fish out the textbook he needed. He bent down to put it into his backpack that was sitting on the floor, and then WHAM!

His locker door was harshly slammed closed, and he almost jumped. He stood up straight to find the person guilty of doing such a thing, and he came face to face with...Jazmine. She looked angry and vengeance was written all over her face, and he was utterly amused by it.

"Someone's in a bad mood," he said carelessly.

"I could sue you, you know," Jazmine said angrily, "You are some brainless teenager who obviously doesn't know the consequences of your actions. I don't which word describes you the best, perverted, immature, childish..."

"Wait, wait, just hold on a second," he said while suppressing a laugh, but anyone could tell that he was definitely amused, "Are you trying to say that you want to sue me for kissing you?"

"Of course I can, it is sexual assault, and besides, I could also sue you for having intercourse with a minor, since you admitted to having sex with some girl the other day," she wasn't backing down because this was a battle she would not want to lose. After all, he had won all the other ones.

He laughed, not able to suppress it any longer. "Well, if you say so, but I'm a minor, too, you know."

"I'm sure there's a law against intercourse between minors," Jazmine put on a crooked smile.

Her sudden burst of confident defiance was an unexpected surprise, but still, he would find a way to gain the upper hand again.

"I don't know about that," he said, while turning the knob on his combination lock, "but I'm pretty sure you can't sue me for sexual assault since you were willing."

"I was not willing. You practically forced it on me." Jazmine said defensively

"I'm pretty sure someone put her arm around my neck..." Opening his locker door, he continued his search for more textbooks.

"What a shame," she said angrily, "You have absolutely no morals."

"Nope, absolutely none," he put on a bright smile.

In outrage, she responded by slamming his locker shut again. Seeing this violent response, he only chuckled.

What was happening to her? She couldn't believe that she thought of looking for Huey and having a verbal fight with him. What was even more startling was the fact that she actually did it. Perhaps it's sleep-deprivation that made her act this way, but she secretly vowed to make sure she wouldn't make a fool out of herself again.

Still, she had to find a way to get back at Huey. His smug smirk continuously surfaced into her head. And the nerve of him to kiss her! It was her first kiss, and he had to ruin it. Yes, if karma wouldn't get back at Huey, then she HAD to punish him herself. Maybe she had a crush with him before, but now that she found out about the real Huey Freeman, all that was left was hatred. It's amazing how much one's personality mattered over his physical appearance.

"Oh Romeo..." Jazmine couldn't finish since she hadn't studied her script.

"I'm so sorry Ceasar."

"That's ok," Ceasar said.

She looked over to him, giving him a smile showing that she was grateful of his caring words.

"So how bout we go over this next week?" Ceasar asked.

"Okay"

The rain wasn't about to stop any time soon. It was practically turning into a storm, and it was exceptionally cold. The cable sweater that she wore was still not enough to keep her from shivering. Although freezing, she sighed before running toward the city bus station in the pouring rain. The rain drops were not the gentle rains of spring that pattered lightly; instead, they were like sharp needles that could pierce one's skin. Her hair was down, so that her head seemed so much heavy as the rain water soaked her hair. She prayed that the bus would come soon as she reached the bus station. Unfortunately, when she raised her head, she saw a bright green sign that indicated a one-hour delay of the bus's arrival time.

She felt so dejected, but could only turn around and run back into the building before she was completely soaked.

She never made it back to the building, however, since a black BMW skidded across the road and stopped right in front of her. She jumped, almost hit by the the driver's carelessness. Suddenly, the driver poked his head out of the car after he rolled down the window, causing Jazmine to drop her jaws in surprise.

"Hey, Jazzy," John Webster said with a smile, "You look like you could use a ride."

"No," she replied , "Actually, I'm fine. Just waiting for my parents to pick me up." She had to lie because if she didn't, she knew that she would have to spend a miserable period of time in the car with him.

"Come on in!" he called, and reached over to open the passenger's door.

She was still unwilling to get in. On the other hand, she was shivering due to the freezing rain. Perhaps, she should reconsider his proposal. Then suddenly, the familiar blue vehicle appeared behind John's BMW, and that made her change her decision. Without any hesitance, she climbed into the seat, next to John.

"Thank you," she said to John, out of habit, of course. Whenever someone helped her out, she felt the need to give him or her some form of appreciation.

John seemed content for he grinned madly and said, "You're welcome," while looking at Jazmine pervertedly.

She told him the directions to her house, and he followed them obsequiously. Once in a while, she glanced at the side view mirror out of her window, and tried to determine if Huey's car was still behind her. Interestingly, he followed John's car right on its tail.

She was starting wonder if Huey was stalking her on purpose; if he did, then she would be able to put a restraining order on him, and that should teach him not to mess around with girls anymore. Unknowingly, she grinned evilly at this thought.

"You are awfully quiet," John said, snapping her back to reality.

"Huh? Oh, I'm just tired," she said absent-mindedly.

John seemed satisfied with her explanation for he didn't say anything else. His silence made Jazmine change her original opinion of John Webster. Perhaps, he was not entirely bad. At least, he was giving her a ride.

Suddenly, the trees along the streets seemed to be thicker and taller. Then she realized that they weren't driving on a paved road, and that made her frown.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"You'll see," he answered with a childish voice.

She didn't buy it. He was probably up to something. Then she glanced at the side view mirror again; vaguely, she could still make out the image of a blue car behind them. Suddenly, she could feel an ominous cloud hanging over her head upon the realization that perhaps John Webster and Huey were plotting against her together! No, it couldn't be. They seemed to dislike each other a lot. They rarely talked to each other, and when they did, hurtful and bad words were used.

The car suddenly jerked to a stop in a field of abandoned construction, and now she was becoming nervous about what Webster was up to. She couldn't help but glance at the side view mirror again, but the blue car disappeared from her view, and for some reason, she felt more insecure this way.

"John," she pretended to be confident and almost motherly, "be nice and take me home."

She received no words out of his mouth, but a freakishly evil smile on his face as he suddenly climbed on top of her, and started to pull up her sweater. That was when she realized that she was doomed, and she screamed. She made several futile attempts to shove his groping hands away; he didn't stop. She yelled at him to stop, and tears started to well up in her eyes. She was desperate and screamed louder, hoping that someone close by might hear her screams. Unfortunately, there was no one in sight, only broken pieces of cement blocks scattered across the ground, and the rain violently hammering on everything in its path.

She didn't know how it happened, but miraculously, the passenger door opened, and John Webster was punched across the face and knocked back into his driver's seat. She wanted to get out of the car immediately, but her legs were weak and her whole body was completely limp. Desperately, she hoped that someone could take her away.

She felt her body being lifted up out of the car and into the rain. The cold rain penetrated her sweater and soaked her shirt underneath, but she couldn't care less. Then, she was forced to stand on her feet, but the weakness in her body was too strong to be ignored for she collapsed. Surprisingly, she didn't fall to the ground as she had expected. Instead, she was supported by a strong body.

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