Alex Wakely walked through the door and all the humor left me in an instant. His short dirty blonde hair with black tips blew in the light wind from outside and his bangs swept over his chocolate brown eyes. He seems nice at first glance, but from the time I met him, I've known different.

Now I was annoyed.

Since when was he in this class, I thought to myself. Hell, since when did he go to this school?

Alex is my distant relative; I don't know what relation he has to me, only that we share the same blood, or something like that. Since the first day we met he's had it out for me. We were only 10 years-old when we met each other, making me question what he has been told to hate me as much as he did. The hatred only increased over the years, but I still don't know why! His parents never seemed to like me, but they also never seemed to despise me as much as he did.

Everytime I saw him or he saw me, I would see a glimmer of hatred in his eyes. Everytime I asked him about it, he shrugged me off and walked away or just pretended like I didn't exist. I've learned to get over it, but I couldn't help but feel bothered by it.

When I was a kid all I wanted was to have a family, one to love and to love me back. I don't have any family besides him, which really sucks if you ask me. My parents died when I was five years old, nobody quite know from what though. The death was a mystery but it was never pursued. I never knew why and I'm sure I might not ever find out. I lived in an orphanage till I was 13 and then got adopted and moved to the apartment I currently live in. However, within a years time they got killed. They went out to have the night to themselves and accidentally walked into the wrong part of the area at the worst time and were caught in between two gangs fighting and shooting for dominance over the area. The assholes never got in trouble, never arrested, not even one of them. Reason being: cops are too frickin scared of them to do crap! Last I checked cops are supposed to have guns and backup if needed, and oh yeah, didn't back out of arresting people. Thought that was there job? Arrest murderers, rapists, and such.

Huh, guess these cops were too wimpy to do crap.

The orphanage allowed me to stay in the apartment so long as I protected myself and all that good junk. To make sure I did as they said, I had, well have, somebody come once every month at random to come inspect the place. They pay for the rent since I am not old enough to get a proper job. On occasion I'll stop by at the orphanage and play with the kids and talk to some adults I remember taking care of me.

I felt a pang, realizing I miss them. I hadn't seen them in a while, what better day than today after school? It'd, hopefully, make this day less...what's the word...weird? Dreary? Messed up? I think they all work.

I was now happy, well until I remembered Alex was looking at me with his usual death glare. I rolled my blue and silver eyes at him and he growled, quite loudly, if I might add. Everybody in the room heard it then saw who it was directed at. Me, did they care? Nope. They found it pretty funny on the contrary. Kyle and I didn't, however. Kyle has always been annoyed by him since day one, when he saw the way Alex treated me. As if I were beneath him and I should worship his dairy air. Like hell I would ever, I thought. That's the one and only reason I know he hates me, I didn't obey his commands.

People continued to look between me and Alex, while I tried talking to Kyle. He noticed the stares and rolled his eyes at them then turned his attention to me.

"I thought he lived in Europe for his high school year?" he asked me in a whisper.

"That's what I heard, but apparently I was wrong," I said coldly. Alex was the one person I never wanted to see again, yet here he is...at my school and in my class.

Why me, I thought to myself.

He noticed my tone and put his hand on my shoulder in a comforting manner. "Relax, okay? Reina, chances are this is the only time you will see him and I doubt he'll bug you. And if he does I'll kick his scrawny ass, deal?" he said with a smirk.

I nodded. I couldn't help but laugh at that though. Alex wasn't what I would call scrawny, but he wasn't exactly that well-built either. Kyle isn't that muscular either, but compared to Ryder, he is. Last time we went swimming Kyle had a well-defined six pack, and I'll admit, it was pretty sexy. Would I tell Riley that? Hell no, it'd be slightly awkward in my opinion.

The teacher stood up from behind his desk and looked at Alex, who was still glaring at me. Give it a rest already for cryin out loud, I thought.

I heard some mumbles, it was the Mr. Hartford and Alex speaking. He cleared his throat, demanding the class's attention before he spoke.

"Everybody, this is Alex Wakely. Be kind to him and I' sure he'll return the favor." his voice sounding husky. I laughed at what he said in my head.

Sure he'll act nice but he'll spout crap about you when you're away, I thought. I looked back down at my desk, trying to distract myself. I took out a pencil and began scribbling on the desk, and erasing it quickly after, not wanting to hear Mr. Hartford lecture me again about "school property" and all that crap. I know I could talk to Kyle to distract myself, but now I'm just not in the mood to talk...it's not just towards him, I just don't wanna talk period.

I began zoning out until I hear where Mr. Hartford was sitting Alex.

You have GOT to be kidding me, right? Now I was beginning to wonder if the universe hated me...that or just the damned teachers. I looked over and glared at him, wishing he would move him to the opposite side of the room. But did I have such luck? Nope...he walked over and sat in his seat gracefully.

He looked over at me, surprisingly not glaring...for now. He smiled "warmly" at me, but when I looked into his eyes I could clearly see the hatred he had, and I figured he would probably discuss this little situation with Mr. Hartford later. And when I say discuss, I mean bribe. Did I forget to mention he's rich? I'm talking about having a mansion that took up about half or so of the street. I was there only once when I was forced to meet with him.

The mansion was nice and had a warm homey feel, that is however, until you stood next to the family. Then you could feel like you were in a fancy frickin jail awaiting death sentence...that's how they always made me feel, like they were going to kill me, and it wouldn't shock me either. You cant imagine how many guns, rifles, shotguns, pretty much any weapon that kills, they have! And they don't hide them either...they have it so once you walk in you see some of their guns. It sure as hell scared me when I saw them. It made me kinda glad they hated me, it meant I was never going back over there.

"Hello again, Reina," he tried to make his voice sound sweet but I could detect some venom in his voice.

I just stared at him, giving him a "are-you-freaking-kidding-me" face. I turned my head back to my desk, but not before I saw him glare daggers at me. Surprisingly, I ended up laughing a little. I couldn't help it, he really thought I'd buy into his bull crap like everybody else. But unlike everybody else, I had a brain and I actually knew him a little, the real him. And unlike them I knew what kind of person he really was, a bastard who was worse than girl when it came to talking about people behind their backs.

Mr. Hartford cleared his throat. I looked behind to look at his desk, but noticing he wasn't there. Damn he's silent, I thought to myself. He was now in front of the classroom writing something on the board. You could hear the annoying squeak of the marker but couldn't see what was being written because he was in the way, as always.

What he likes to do, is write stuff on the board, then when he's done, he just stands there in front of it. Its no wonder why so many people get low grades in this class, he never frickin lets us see what we're supposed to do. He'll give us a summary of what he wants, we all do it but get told that's not what he wrote or its just all-in-all wrong. Then we finally get the chance to see the board, at the end of class after we turn in the assignments, and we see that what he told us and what was written on the board were exact opposites.

But nobody bothers to ask him to move because their all to damned afraid. Well in my eyes, which is worse, getting glares from the teacher or actually having a chance of passing and getting the hell outta here. I'd say failing high school is worse than getting glares, hell I got them everyday.

I raised my hand when he was done and standing in front of the board. He saw my hand and mumbled, something I didn't bother decipher, under his breath.

"What is it, Reina?"

Oh, and this teacher doesn't call us by our last names, he prefers first names. Then again, when you have a lot of Greek kids, I don't blame him. The first names are easier to pronounce than their last names. However, he doesn't respect many people, much less me. He loves everybody else, even when they break things, yet with me he absolutely loathes me...never understood why, also never really cared why.

"Could you move out of the way? I'd like to actually do the assignment right this time," I said in a bored tone.

I saw annoyance in his eyes and his body went stiff. Great, I just pissed him off...way to go, I thought to myself. But to my surprise he did move, glaring at me on his way to his desk. I smiled to myself, finally I might actually do some good. I looked up at the board to quickly copy down the assignment before he changed his mind. While doing so I saw some people smirk at me, some giggle, some mouth "thank you" and some just smiled. It felt good, but strange at the same time. I mean, they NEVER were nice to me, but then again they seemed to all feel the same way about this class and was glad somebody stood up to the jerk. Though he was nicer to others, it didn't mean he was nice. Just nicer than he was to me...

I took out my English textbook and began my assignment. I was scribbling all I needed down, and when I was finally done I looked up at the clocked and smiled. Only 15 minutes left of class, but I was surprised the assignment took so long.

I wrote my name, period and date at the top right corner and stood up and walked to Mr. Hartford's desk. I grinned at him while he glared at me and I put my paper down, happy with myself. I went to take my seat and noticed now that almost everybody in the class was standing up to turn in their papers. I began to wonder if some cheated, not surprising if any of them did though.

When the majority went to sit back down, I noticed a few girls standing at his desk, but staring at me. They looked like they were debating something, what it was I had no idea about, but knowing them it wasn't anything important.

When I looked away I put my head down on the desk. I decided I might as well give my eyes a break til the bell rang, so I closed my eyes and instantly my eyes felt better. However, I began to feel sleepy so I had to open my eyes. And to my surprise the girls that had been standing at the teachers desk were now standing in front of mine.

I lifted my head and gave them a suspicious look. They noticed and began to look more nervous than they had before.

It was silent for a few minutes so I decided to break the silence, cause honestly it was buggin the hell outta me.

"Can I help y'all?"

The one with golden blonde hair began to fidget with her hands before she spoke.

"Well, uhm...thanks for asking, uh, well you know who, to move out of the way," I was surprised she sounded truly sincere, so I smiled at her.

Next, the girl with toe blonde hair with blue streaks and black tips spoke.

"And we were just wondering if you'd wanna be friends with us?" she asked nervously.

I gave them both a confused look. They were cheerleaders, even the toe blonde, she was "Goth" but she wasn't depressing. She seemed to actually be in between a prep and "emo" or whatever you'd wanna call her. She was one of the girls that just wanted to fit in, reason for joining the guaranteed spot, cheerleading. However they both always ignored me and went along with everybody else.

"Look, I know we have been, well bitches to you and your friend," she said, gesturing to Riley, who just smiled slightly, "but we wanted to apologize and see if we could be friends. The rumors about you don't seem true, and unlike us, you had backbone against the teachers. So..." she said, not knowing what else to say.

Well as the saying goes "everybody deserves a second chance," though I believed it wasn't always true, but in this case I'd make the exception. I have nothing to lose, I mean hell, I'm the lowest of the low of the school, so I really didn't have much to lose.

I took a deep breath and looked into their eyes. "Sure, why not?"

And with that they smiled instantly and I noticed their bodies relaxed. I had never noticed that their bodies were tense, which made me wanna laugh.

Two cheerleaders wanna be friends with me...well that's a first, and probably the last, I thought to myself. Well, if anything, this should prove interesting.