She took a seat down in the front row where Jeff had asked her to sit at. She sighed, as the cheerleaders started to rally up the crowd, showing off their moves. "Whoooo, come on Warriors!" the head cheerleader screamed, smiling from head to toe. Eve rolled her eyes.

"How is this suppose to be fascinating?" she asked, pushing her long, dark hair that blew into her face. The game started, and the crowd rose to their feet. "It's just a game people." Obviously, the girl behind her heard her say that.

"If you don't want to watch the game, then go home," she said. She turned around to face a girl, probably a junior in high school.

"Screw you, asshole," she muttered to her. Her mouth dropped in disbelief. She couldn't believe someone would say that to her.

"Do you know who I am?" she asked, putting her hands on her hip, serious look on her face.

"Does it look like I want to know who you are?" she replied back with a question of her own. The girl that was in front of her laughed.

"I am the most popular girl at this school," she said. "My name is Andrea, ass. I was princess in my freshman year, princess again during my sophomore year, and this year, I am going to get queen. I will be the most popular girl at this school. I just couldn't join the cheerleading squad since I got into too many fights." Andrea smirked.

"Keep talking, and I'm going to kick your royal ass," Eve stated. "And ooooh, I'm so scared. You're gonna kick my ass."

The Warriors made a touchdown, Andrea cheering on. Andrea didn't like the looks of Eve. Her piercing hazel eyes can actually burn a hole through someone's forehead. When her school made a touchdown, Andrea cheered. After that, Andrea didn't say anything.

Eve sat down, knowing the girl behind her was scared of her. She can see it in her eyes. She loved it when people were scared of her. She was in control.

"You just wasted an hour of my time, Jeff," she said. "That game sucked, too. The football players suck...everyone sucks." She got in her seat on the passenger side, closing the door behind her. "By the way," she told Jeff, "why are you driving underage?" She raised an eyebrow at him.

"It's not like I'm gonna get caught," he said, starting the car up. "Not unless someone tattles on me."

"I hate your ugly ass," she simply said, "but I don't tattle."

"Why are you so hard-headed?" he asked her, pulling out of the parking lot of the school.

"Why are you such an ass?" she retorted with one of her own questions.

"I am not an ass once you get to know me," he said, his eyes focused on the road. She turned to look at him, snorting. "What? Seriously, you don't know me!"

"And I'm not hard-headed once you get to know me," she said.

"I do want to know you," he said, "but you keep on pushing me away."

"You had a chance," she said. "You could have known me in the fifth grade and up. You could have gotten my trust there. But you didn't. Instead, you made fun of me up till my freshman year in high school. Now, you're turning around and saying that you want to know me? Screw you, Jeff."

"I'm sorry for that," he said. "I am...really. But say, I need a date for a party on..."

"No," she cut him off. "Not going."

"Here's my chance to get to know you and already, you're pushing away." He stopped in front of her house.

"Fine, whatever," she said, not wanting to act like a hypocrite. "If anything happens to me though, you and your friends are dead. DEAD. D-E-A-D, Dead! Because honestly, I really don't care what happens to me." With that, she opened her side door and stepped out, leaving a confused Jeff. What did she mean? he asked himself.

"No, Jeff, I'm not suppose to worry about her," he said. "Just her trust. Just her trust."

"No, Jeff, hell no," Eve said. "Hell no. No. No. No." Jeff smiled at her.

"Why not?" he asked. "It'll look sexy and hotttt on you gurl." He studied the outfit that he bought from the store, just for her. The top was a tank top, showing cleavage. The bottom was a short, short skirt.

"Exactly my point of not wanting to wear it, Nerdy Nero," she said. He looked at her, laughing.

"Nerdy Nero?" he asked laughing, while Eve's face was still plastered with a serious look. "Why don't you smile? You'll look beautiful when you smile."

"Exactly my point of not wanting to smile either," she replied. She sighed, looking at the outfit. "No way in hell are you going to see me in that slutty outfit."

"Please, it's just one night," Jeff said. Eve rolled her eyes. "And me and my friends will be dead if anything happens to you. Pwease? Pwease?" He pleaded with his eyes. Eve sighed. She couldn't believe that she was actually obeying him.

"Fine whatever," she said, crossing her arms across her chest. "The outfit is too...bright though." The top was light blue, while the skirt was white. There were white heel shoes to match it.

Jeff laughed at her. "It's perfect for you. And um..."

"Not another favor, please," she said, rolling her eyes. "I can't believe I'm actually listening to you."

"That's cuz you love me," he said, smiling.

"I hate your guts, Nero," she said. He mocked her, so she stuck her tongue out at him, only to make Jeff laugh.

"Um," he said. "I just need another thing."

"What?" she asked, putting her hands on her hip, grabbing the outfit Jeff had bought her.

"Makeover," Jeff said.

"HELL NO," Eve said, almost screaming it. At least her grandparents weren't home to hear that.

"Andrea, I know you hate Eve, but please?" Jeff asked. They were walking through the halls of the school. Jeff asked Andrea if she can do the makeover for Eve. Of course, Andrea said no.

"No, and by the way did I tell you? She totally dissed me at that football game," Andrea informed. She stopped at her locker, putting her combination in. "She said that she'd kick my royal ass."

Jeff laughed at her, stopping when Andrea shot him a look. "Look, Jeff, no way in hell. She just plain scares the wits out of me."

"I'll give you a thousand grand," Jeff said. Andrea took the books that she needed out of her locker. She sighed. "Come on, please? It took me over an hour to convince her to get a makeover done. And her ugly friend, Mindy, helped me convince her. Don't screw it for me please? And you know you want the money. You know it."

"Okay, when do you want me to do the makeover?" Andrea asked, shutting her locker.