A/N: I got some of y'all asking if "West" is Corrine's real last name since it never was publicly announced. It isn't and I have no idea what it really is. I just used West because Egan once said she wanted to change her last name to West. It just made sense to use it. Plus I have no idea what ethnicity Corrine is so I couldn't just Google the top last names for that country.

Corrine's POV

This day could not get any worse.

Just like any other day, because ever since Egan fucking Ferrarduccio joined my school, my life had been sheer living hell. Sure, we were the best of friends once upon a time but after she moved away to New York for middle school without so much as a goodbye, I couldn't care less about her.

Except she was everywhere lately. Invading my space, my classes, my time with my friends, and my thoughts.

I always think about ways to hurt her. I hate this girl so much I can't stop thinking about her, isn't that just peachy.

Damn Egan.

And she grew some balls, too. The East Coast had been good for her, so is Senior Year this year, I guess, and new gutsy Egan was constantly on my case, not afraid of me anymore like I knew she was when she left. That's why she couldn't even be bothered to tell me, even years after that has passed.

I was up for some challenge since it was getting dull around her anyways. And boy, was she a challenge.

From day one, she was terrified of facing me, I could see it in those green eyes of hers, but that didn't stop her from being the only one who could pass as my equal… like it has always been. We're polar opposites, but we pass as each other's equal. That's why we worked.

Sure, I say a lot of things about the girl, but let's face it: she's extremely talented. I mean, she should be. Only the most talented kids in LA gets accepted to this school. She's also kind, and she's funny, and all in all a decent competitor.

Not to mention she's hot as hell.

Ah shit. Here I go again.

You see for the past few months or so since she came back, between annoying me and making me mad, Egan also managed to get me pretty hot and bothered over her tight little body.

There, I admit it. Ya happy now, Dr. Rosenberg? No more denying my feelings or whatever it was you ranted about in our weekly sessions.

Yeah, I have a shrink. Not the point right now.

The bigger issue here is Egan and my sudden desire to pin her to the wall and fuck her until she sees stars.

Whoa there. I know I admit wanting her, but that might be taking it too far. It's not like I'll ever act on it.

She still annoys the living heck out of me, you know. With her perfect smile and perfect life and perfect… well, everything. I hate this type of girls. Trying to please everyone around them, living up to ridiculous standards and expectations. Little Miss Sunshine, a poster girl for self-righteousness. Ugh.

Except she's not that innocent. The girl has a mean vicious streak, and her wild side shows itself once in a while. I should know. Once she attacked one of our schoolmates back in 6th grade just because she spilled juice on her shoes. Even I am not that ruthless. I see her, the real her, hiding under this perfect façade. I see her in her arched eyebrows as she studies Marc after he embarrasses himself once again. I see her in her cold stare as some asshole tries to approach her at the school. I see her in her angry scowl as she glares at me.

She's got that glare reserved special for Corrine, and I kinda like that.

See, I'm demented. But so is she.

And as she went for the kill, hitting me in the most vulnerable place there is, reminding me once again that it was her who keeps getting all the best parts at the school plays instead of me since she came back to LA, I was proven right.

Egan Ferrarduccio was a sick, twisted bitch, and I liked it that way.

Apparently, so did Jamie, since I just caught him staring at her with his mouth hung open.

"See something you like, Hank?" I asked sweetly, raising a pierced eyebrow. He looked back at me, the same slightly shocked look on his face.

"What's it to you? Jamie can stare all he wants," Egan shot at me.

"I don't give a flying fuck if he has a hard-on for you," I spit at her, getting angry again. She just knew what buttons to push.

I wondered if she knew what buttons to push in bed, as well…

Stop this right now, Corrine.

Egan looked rather shocked at my crudeness, as did everyone else at the table.

"You're disgusting," she got out after a while, narrowing her eyes at me.

"I bet you like it that way." I blurted out before catching myself. Fuck. What the hell was wrong with me?

"W-what?!" Egan stuttered, jumping to her feet.

"You know what, whatever. I don't have to sit here and take it," I bristled, grabbing my bag and walking inside the school building. Once inside, I facepalmed myself hard.

You dense motherfucker.

What the hell was that? It was like I couldn't control myself around her.

Well, I actually really can't. It was always either flee or fuck, kill or kiss kinda thing between us, and guess what we chose every time.

Besides, Egan despised me. After I've made sure to make her life a living hell here for leaving me back then. Even if we already had "the talk" about it. I really despised her too, with a side of wanting to screw her brains out.

It was times like this I wished she never came back to this school, so I won't be so confused and fucked up all the time.

The bell took me out of my depressing thoughts, but when I realized what class was waiting for me, I groaned in misery.

Collins. Theater. He seemed a little too much into pairing me and Egan up to be appropriate for a grown male teacher. I get that he wants us to bury the hatchet but come on.

Egan's POV

Just fucking great.

I don't know what crawled up Corrine's butt and died but it probably was something nasty. It's been a year and a half since I've been back and every day since, I tried to explain to her what happened. But the girl can really hold a grudge, I understand her and all, but I still have my limits.

What was that comment about me liking it that way, anyway?

It was none of her business anyway.

But I wouldn't mind if it were…

No, Egan! Compose yourself!

Great. Now I was back to talking with myself. Arguing more like it.

You see, I had a major debate going on for the past months since I've been back. And of course it revolved around Corrine West. Like I promised myself not to do when I came back. I was just going to survive senior year, graduate and never speak to her ever again. She made that choice when she decided to make my life a living hell after several attempts of me apologizing and trying to make her understand my side of the story.

Anyway, where was I? Oh, yeah!

I may… or may not… have the hots for her.

There. I said it.

But she still infuriated me to no end.

I'm just so mad at her all the time. She's so crude, and mean, and vicious, and menacing.

And beautiful.

Oh Goddammit, Egan.

It didn't matter anyway. Yes, I might like to explore my newfound sexuality with her in the janitor's closet. Yes, I admit she's pretty and hot and funny in a sarcastic, mean way. But she hates me with a burning passion, and I have no choice but to hate her in return.

Except I can't. I never really hated anyone. It's such a strong word and emotion, and I don't take it lightly.

Let's just say she makes me so freaking angry and leave it at that.

I want to wipe that annoyingly sexy smirk off of her face, and it doesn't matter to me if I do it with a fist or my lips.

It's more likely that I would opt for the latter.

Ugh, Egan, could you be more of a pervert?

But in my defense, it's not completely my fault. Have you ever met Corrine? She's sex on legs. With her whole dominatrix image, and those full lips, and the way she licked her fingers at lunch… Oh, that pink tongue… The things I would let that tongue do to my body…

Oh my God, I totally had erotic thoughts about Corrine in a school hallway.

I gritted my teeth.

It was definitely her fault. Stupid sexy Corrine and her stupid sexy tongue.

The bell startled me, and I jumped, gathering my thoughts. What class did I have next?

Oh, shoot. Mr. Collins.

I hoped he didn't have any other ridiculously gay assignments for me and Corrine. He seems to be into that a lot lately since he found out about why we "hate" each other and about our past friendship. Past.

"Egan, Corrine, how nice of you to finally grace us with your presence."

The nemeses glared at each other, having run into one another at the class entrance, both of them late.

"Just what exactly took you so long to get to my class?" Mr. Collins pressed on, his eyebrow slightly raised as he stared at them.

"Does it matter? Are you going to let us in, or not?" Corrine demanded, giving Egan one last disgusted glance. "Standing next to this is not on my list of favorite past times."

"Touché, Corrine." Egan commented back, moving out of the way and walking up to her usual spot up front. "Maybe you should come back when you grow up, high school seems to be a bit too adult for you right now."

It took everything Corrine had not to jump at Egan and start pulling out her hair.

Among other things.

"Corrine," Mr. Collins called out warningly as she prepared to make a comeback. "Please take a seat and allow me to continue with my lesson."

"Whatever." The dangerous beauty huffed, plopping down on her seat at the back of the class, eyeing Egan menacingly. The half-Latina turned to give her a self-satisfied smirk causing her to scowl even deeper.

"Egan, do not provoke Corrine," the bald man chastised her like a child, and Corrine laughed at the brunette loudly.

"What's so funny?" The brunette asked, narrowing her eyes at the girl seated at the back of the class.

"Enough!" Mr. Collins exclaimed. "You're not allowed to speak in my class until the bell rings. I had it with you two," he looked between the two girls who continued to glare at each other. "For the last two months, your attitude has been getting out of hand. Control yourselves, or else." He gave them one last stern look for good measure. Egan blushed slightly and muttered she was sorry, while Corrine simply rolled her eyes and stared at the wall.

"Okay, now," the teacher came back to the stage, looking around the classroom. "Today, I will be teaching you a lesson about subtext. Corrine, Egan, on the stage!"

Corrine groaned out loud. Of course, he would do that. Did he ship them or something?

Egan also let out a small noise of protest, her face taking on a pleading expression.

"But, sir, I…"

"Nah-uh! You will speak only when I tell you to, and that would be not you speaking but your character. Now, on the stage!"

Both girls complied, looking uneasy as they stood there, throwing daggers at each other with their eyes.

"Now give me a setting!"

"Janitor's closet." A calm voice stated, and everyone, including Egan and Corrine, eyed the owner with curiosity. Jamie only shrugged in response.

"What? You two do spend an unreasonable amount of time there," he pointed out, much to Mr. Collins delight and the girls' dismay.

"Excellent! Janitor's closet it is! Now the situation!"

"Two lovers," Marc called out, eyeing both girls wolfishly.

"In your dreams, Daniels! And No, I don't want to know that it's already happening there." Corrine stated coldly, throwing a sharp look at Egan which she returned.

"Actually, it is a rather good idea, but let's go another way, shall we? We will use on of the famous and most popular TV trope for the exercise. Egan," he nodded at the girl, "You will be a typical light feminine, which you already are," he ignored the slightly insulted look on the girl's face, "Corrine will be the big bad. As this is a lesson in subtext, we will go with hate and love. Yes perfect! Egan and Corrine, you have to display hate, but show us all that in reality all your characters feel for each other is great love."

Egan looked at the teacher, mortified. Why was he doing it? Did they have to do it? Well, if she didn't want to fail the semester, she had to try, but did she have to act out a love scene with Corrine of all people?

"Are you serious?" Corrine asked, incredulous.

Mr. Collins paused his ginger ale slurping.

"Yes I am, m'am, now please, to the scene!"

"Um… any special requests?" Egan got out weakly. The bald teacher gave me close to nothing to work with.

"I don't know, throw in some supernatural drama. Teenagers seem to like that nowadays." He waved at her.

The raven-haired girl rolled her eyes before facing Egan. For a moment, her eyes were just like always, filled with disgust and disinterest. Then she blinked, and they were angry and hurt at the same time.

Corrine was good, Egan thought. Corrine was really good.

"So let me guess," Corrine began circling Egan, already in character. "Your boytoy sent you to kill me."

Huh that was an interesting take on the situation. Alright, two could play that game.

"Do you honestly believe I would do that in a crowded high school? Besides, he's not my boytoy and you know it," she remarked, also moving across Corrine, carefully watching her.

"Didn't stop you from fucking him," Corrine shrugged, and the whole class let out an awed gasp at her using a curse word in class. Mr. Collins didn't seem to mind, so they went on.

"It's none of your business who I choose to sleep with," Egan gritted through her teeth. Focus, Egan. IT's a scene. It's not real. You're supposed to be in love with Corrine's character, not display your hate for Corrine herself.

"Oh but you wish it was, don't you?" Egan's face twisted in shock at that as it was the exact thought she had a couple minutes ago. How did Corrine do that? "Seems I caught you, princess." Of course Corrine noticed her slip. Well at least she thought it was just because of the scene.

"So I guess you expect me to act all flustered because you're implying I want you, huh?" Egan replied calmly, covering her shock. Now it was Corrine's time to act surprised.

"Well, look who got a new shiny pair of balls."

"Maybe I'm becoming more like you. Isn't that what you wanted? For me to be just like you? Ever since I turned, all you wanted was for me to start feeding on people."

"You don't know what I truly want."

"That's where you're wrong. You want me."

Something flashed in Corrine's eyes then, but Egan didn't manage to catch it before it was gone.

"That's so typical of you, princess. You think everyone wants you, don't yuou? Humans, vamps, wolves, even that fucking witch – you think they are bending over backwards to please you, and you're right, but," Corrine got closer to the brunette, staring her down, her eyes flickering from her eyes to her kips and back. "I'm not them."

"No, you're not." Egan said, slowly licking her lips and watching Corrine's eyes grow darker. "I'm not asking you to be."

"Stop doing that," Corrine stage-whispered, her eyes dropping to Egan's lips completely. "Stop assuming I'll do anything if it's you who asks me."

"I'm not assuming anything, and I'm not asking anything right now," Egan whispered back in the same stage-whisper. "All I'm saying is for you to be real, because you're the only one who's been honest with me all along. And I'm sick of people lying to me just because they think I can't handle the truth."

"Well, you obviously can't. Seeing as you're kinda dead now." Corrine smirked.

"You were the one who turned me."

"By accident."

"Nothing you do is by accident."

While they were making small talk, they got closer to each other, their lips millimeters apart.

"Wasn't it you who said I was the most impulsive vampire you ever met?" Corrine asked, smirking.

"Even your impulsiveness is calculated," Egan watched her, and then she added the look of realization to her expression, "You planned everything," she said, lowly. "You wanted me to turn, you wanted me to crash that car, and you just happened to be near… Oh God." She finished, trembling.

"I suggest you take it back right now." Corrine growled at her.

"Why? You already killed me, what more can you do?"

"I never killed you, because I never wanted you to become this!' Corrine burst angrily, making Egan take a step back.

"I never wanted that for you," the raven-haired girl stated, calmer. "You were supposed to live the life you wanted, you were supposed to become a mother and then a grandmother and then you were supposed to die happily on your own terms!" She raised her voice again as she marched towards Egan, grasping her arms and yanking her to her chest. "You were never supposed to die, Egan," her eyes searched the green ones, and Egan gulped with the sudden emotion that wasn't her character's. "I wanted you to live and experience life and get everything you ever wanted. So that's what I want." Corrine's voice dropped to the whisper again. "I want to go back and save you, because that's what I do every night in my dreams."

The whole class gasped in surprise, completely engrossed in the scene, but Egan didn't even pay attention to that. All she could focus on was Corrine's soft gaze.

She didn't know where to go with the scene, because it kinda reached its peak. So she went with what her character would have done.

She leaned up slightly and claimed Corrine's mouth with her own. Kissing her softly, yet firmly and feeling Corrine give in almost instantly.

They were brought out of their little world buy their audience clapping. They broke apart, hastily putting some distance between themselves.

"Amazing job, girls!' Mr. Collins exclaimed. "And good thinking with adding Belligerent Sexual Tension twist, that played out nicely.

"Adding what?" Corrine snapped in her usual manner, back to herself now.

"Belligerent Sexual Tension exists between two polar opposites," a calm voice called out again, and everyone turned to look at Jamie. "There is a sweet girl and a secretly kind jerk who act like they can't stand each other because they are afraid of admitting they have a mutual attraction, so instead of working it out in the bedroom, they take it out on each other in constant fights and bickering."

The class fell silent, adding two and two and then staring at Egan and Corrine, shocked.

Such an obvious parallel wasn't that hard to make. But not for Egan.

"Alright, so we added that to the scene, why is everyone staring at us like that?"

"Okay, first of all – are you really that dumb? And you," she turned to the tan boy who smirked knowingly. "If you think I want Egan, you're sick."

"Wait, what?!" Egan finally caught up and blushed ferociously. "I don't – she's not – we're not - I…"

"Ugh, fuck this." Corrine stormed off the stage, snatching her things as she fled from the classroom. Egan was left standing there, with the class gawking at her.

"I can't believe I didn't realize that sooner. They are so obvious," a girl from the back suddenly remarked, and the rest murmured their agreement.

"Okay, that does it!" The half-Latina grabbed her bag and rushed through the door, but not before giving a nasty glare to Jamie. "Thanks a lot." She threw at him before running to the door.

"You'll be thanking me even more later." The boy said, smiling completely unfazed by Egan's attitude.