Author's Note:

Hey guys, sorry for the extremely late upload. I've been busy and also had a huge writers block. I think I have some ideas now and I'm ready to continue haha. Enjoy~


Vee's POV:

Ring! The bell goes off, ending the second period class of the day. I rush to the art room, my next class for the day. Also the first period I have with Nora. Oh god, I can't wait to tell her about Rixon and his best friend Patch...what an odd name. Rixon and I had talked throughout the entire class, getting to learn more about each other, and he is quite the hunk. Ugh, I can't stop thinking about them for a second. I seriously need to get this information out before I explode.

I make my way into the art room, finding Nora already sitting down at a table leaning over into a book. I return to a slow gait and take a seat next to her, trying to act all cool and nonchalant even though I'm going crazy on the inside.

"Do I have some news for you!" I yell excitedly. She puts up a finger in my face as if to say, one second. She quickly shuts her book and looks at me with a confused expression. "Okay, what now?" She asked with a monotone and bored expression.

"Well, I just met one of the new guys, Rixon." I begin, keeping a large, smug grin on my face. "So?" Nora says slowly, with a still blank emotion on her face. "So? Are you kidding me! He is like, the hottest guy ever!" I yell and Nora roughly nudges me. "Not so loud..." She mutters.

"Okay, seriously, whats your problem?" I groan, frowning at her. Nora looks back to her book and sighs. She opens her mouth to speak before she pauses again, looking at the doorway of the class. "That's my problem." She mutters with a dull expression.

I turn my head to the doorway to see whats going on and an instant scowl covers my face. Marcie Millar. The biggest slut bag of the entire high school. Probably entire town. In my opinion, the entire world. She looks over way and grins and waves. This is no happy, 'I'm glad to see you', wave and grin. Its an evil, 'I am going to destroy you' type. Nora and I just stare blankly at her before looking to each other, not wanting to even look at her anymore.

"What did she do?" I ask in a whisper, searching Nora's face but she is unreadable. Nora shakes her head, "Its nothing." She mutters, pushing the question away. I bite my lip but don't say anything else. If she doesn't want to talk about it, I won't pester her about it. I usually would, but this is Marcie we are talking about. She's the rudest, meanest person to walk the planet. Especially to us two. Always commenting on Nora's deceased father, its horrid.

I open my mouth, wanting to continue my rant on about what happened in PE but I'm interrupted as Marcie and her posy strut over. "Well, look who it is. The nerd and the pig." She says and her friends laugh. "What the hell do you want, Marcie?" I grunt, glaring at her.

She rests her hands against the table, glaring down at us. "Oh, I just wanted to know if you guys have met the two new students here." She says slowly, eyeing both of us. "Why do you care?" Nora asks, staring her down. Marcie just shrugs, "Just curious, is all." Her voice smooth. Nora and I glance at each other then back to Marcie, staying quiet. A minute passes and Marcie rolls her eyes. "Fine, don't talk. Later, bitches." She turns and flicks her wrist, moving to the table farthest from ours.

Nora groans and sits back in her seat, hands covering her face. "Just perfect." Her voice muffled because of her hands. I sigh and nod. Now knowing the Marcie is interested in the two new guys, we have absolutely no chance. Even if we tried, Marcie would step right in and spoil it. She'd do anything to stop us from getting in her way. I guess we shouldn't take it too personal, she does it to everyone. Mostly us, but still. Well, looks like I've come to one conclusion.

This is war.


Patch's POV:

God, could this class get any more boring? I mean, if that girl was in here, I guess it would be okay, but I have nobody. Rixon is off to some class and here I am, stuck in history. I could be out at Bo's Arcade, playing some pool, but no. I'm in school learning about crap I probably won't ever use in my future.

I pull my phone out, hiding it underneath my desk and start to text Rixon.

Get me out of here.

Just a few more hours, man. You can do it.

To be honest, I'm not sure I can.

Well, I can keep you busy at least. I got a lot to talk about.

What?

You know that girl you were eyeing earlier? Well, I got to meet her best friend. Quite the girl, very chatty.

What happened?

We talked a lot, not much happened. She didn't bring up her friend, Nora, very much though. She kept asking me about you, probably for her friend.

Nora. So that's her name. Very pretty name, it fits her perfectly.

Thanks for telling me.

Shit, man the teac

That was the last thing he sent to me. The teacher probably took his phone away, catching him with it on. That warned me to put mine away. I rested my elbow against the desk, cheek in my fist. A large sigh escaping my lips. Just a few more minutes.


Rixon's POV:

My texting was interrupted when the teacher snatched it out of my hands before I could finish my sentence. I saw her looking, so I tried to tell Patch, but she grabbed it. My finger hitting the send button. Oh well, at least he knows what happened instead of me never replying. Honestly, I don't think he'd care if I didn't reply.

A few minutes later, I asked the teacher if I could use the restroom. Of course I don't have to go. I just feel like I have some exploring to do. I want to check this school out. She lets me leave and I make my way to the bathroom. It's always good to know where one is, just in case. I stay there for a few seconds before I begin to wander the halls. So far I'm lucky, no teachers have spotted me. It's not like there are many though. This school is pretty tiny.

As I pass a few classrooms, my eyes aimlessly looking through windows, when something, or someone catches my eye. There's Vee, in what looks to be art class. She's sitting with three other people. I don't recognize any of them but one of them has to be Nora. I stay standing, looking through the window, trying to figure it out.

It wasn't that hard actually. It was the one sitting next to her. She was also the only one she talked to. They must not be very social ladies. I smirk at that. I slowly look around the room then see one person in the classroom has spotted me, pointing me out. The teacher looks over and starts to walk over. That's my cue to leave. I quickly sprint-walk away, taking a corner and continuing on. There's not too much time before class is over, so I head back to my classroom.