1 Chapter 1

"Sir, you can't be serious!" I couldn't believe it! He wouldn't dare do that to me!

I didn't care that I was standing in the middle of a classroom, screamings my lungs out. This was a total disaster! My life was about to be ruined!

"Do I look like I'm joking, Miss Bloomfield?"

Mister Flint stared at me. His glasses seemed weird from this angle, his nose was slightly too big - but today I did not find it amusing at all. I was about to make a scene and a fool of myself, but what other option had I left?

"Do you want me to answer that question?" I wasn't sure. I had known him for so long and he was by far my favourite teacher…but sometimes, I had no clue what went on in this mind of his. He was so strange and utterly confusing.

"Of course not! The only thing I want you to do is to write that interview! Why is that so hard to understand?" Now he was just plain mean. He knew exactly why!

"But…But you can't make me write about that – that thing!" I was disgusted by it on so many levels.

"You mean Logan Hawn?" Mister Flint seemed to be amused and had to hide a smile. "Oh yes I can, Maisie. And I will. This is one of the last articles you will ever write for the school's paper and you are the most talented writer we have – so why do you make it so difficult?"

I sighed and touched my dark hair. My blue tips were more interesting than my teacher or this situation in general.

"I just don't know if I'm the best person to write about…him. I like to write about serious stuff."

"So sport is no serious topic?" He made me seem stupid and I did not like it one bit. It made me feel awkward. "Tell that Michael Jordan or Federer. I think they would disagree."

"No, it's just that I don't care about sport. Can`t someone else write about it? Someone like Elise?" Elise was in my grade and not really a talented journalist, but I was desperate and needed a way out.

"Either you make the interview with Logan or our most intelligent student."

Oh no! He just gave me no choice! How much I despised him for this! He totally did that on purpose and we both knew it.

The most intelligent student with the best grades at Rossmore High was no one else than Megan Chamberlain, also known as the new flame of my ex-boyfriend. The ex-boyfriend I despised even more then Spanish class.

And let me tell you – I couldn't stand Spanish. Mainly because I was really bad at it.

Oh and, did I mention? The Ex was none other than Logan Hawn.

"But Sir! Please! Don't make me!" I was begging. Let's be honest, I would've done anything to get out of that one. "This can`t get any worse!"

"Oh, you need some more imagination! I mean…you could get hit by a bus." He just made fun of me for his own amusement. I could see it in his eyes, he liked to torture me.

Megan Chamberlain was my wicked witch of the east. She`d been dating Logan, my ex, for the last two or three weeks, but even when we were still together she made it clear to me that she liked him more than just a friend.

Needless to say, since then, she was a thorn in my eye.

"Or Li Min," said my best friend Beren next to me, calling me by my middle name. She always had me back. " You could get hit by a bus after Spanish class."

Ok, she had my back most of the time.

"Beren, you're not helping!" Why was the whole world against me?!

I was a nice person...at least I liked to think so. Ok, I was a little bit sarcastic and told bad jokes, but further than that, I was a decent human being.

All I wanted to do at the moment was to hide in a corner, eat a Snickers and cry my eyes out. This was so frustrating.

I loved writing for the school's newspaper and now Mister Flint was about to ruin the only thing I was passionate about when it came to High School. The only thing I was good at.

"Enough!" Mister Flint lost his patience. "Miss Bloomfield, you have four weeks to write the article. Do your research, ask him questions and start writing. I expect only the best from you. If the interview turns out to be good, it will get printed in the local paper as well."

The local paper?! Oh my god, that was one of my biggest dreams! If my article would be printed in a real newspaper…I would be a real journalist. I could use it as one of my referees!

I couldn't believe it! One of the greatest steps for my career had something to do with my ex! Lucky me (note the sarcasm)!

Mister Flint left the classroom without another word and I was left stunned.

"Why is he doing this to me?!" I wanted the ground to swallow me up. "What have I done to deserve this?!"

"I mean…You once ate my Snickers." Even Beren made fun of me and she was supposed to be my best friend. She didn't even try to hide her smile.

"You should thank me, Snickers aren't good for your teeth." I had the sudden urge to destroy something. Or someone.

"A baseball bat isn't good four yours either and you still provoke me." That made me laugh. "So come on now, it`s lunch time, Kyle is waiting for us."

But before I had to chance to follow her out of the classroom, something, or better someone, stood in my way.

It was Jeremy Garcia, another enemy of mine.

Now that I think about it, I had quite a few, Logan and Megan charted the list, right before Jeremy.

He also wrote for the schools newspaper and annoyed me whenever he had the chance. I don't know why he did it, he just seemed to like it. Since he joined the club one and a half years ago, I never had a decent conversation with him.

"What is it?" I asked and tried to get around him, but he blocked me again with a stupid grin on his face.

"Someone woke up with the wrong foot, huh?"

He must have heard what Mister Flint told me, so why exactly was he asking about it?! What did I do?!

I looked into his eyes while he towered above me, he was almost two heads taller than me, I was intimidated, but I wouldn't let it show. I had to much pride for that.

"No, I just don't like to see your face." I rolled my eyes and glimpsed at Beren, who was patiently waiting for me behind Jeremy. She was used to it.

"Do you get hungry because I remind you of chocolate?" Huh? What was that supposed to mean?

Yeah, he had dark skin. His family came from South Africa, but why did he need to bring it up? Why talk to me at all?

"If anything, you make me want to vomit. So please just get out of my way."

"If you wish," he stood to the side, "see you later, feisty."

"See you never, dickhead." And with that I walked over to my best friend.

Beren started to drag me out of the classroom and down the hall. There were no other people around anymore, everyone was already at the cafeteria, having the time of their lives while I was here, miserable as hell.

Logan – why did I have to write about him?! Why not nuclear weapons? Or axe murderers? Everything was better than the topic Logan and his career.

Kyle, my other best friend, was sitting at our usual table and was eating a sandwich as we reached the cafeteria. When he spotted us he waved in our direction and put a smile on his face. He was in a good mood.

"Hey boy – what's up?" Beren was a ray of sunshine while I was still trying not to kill somebody.

As we sat down I took a good look at our surroundings, at the students that were laughing and speaking eagerly about the last weekend.

My eyes kept wandering back to one table – the table where Megan and Logan had occupied two seats. They were talking to each other and touching each others hands. Disgusting - because it kind of hurt me. Just a little.

They seemed so into each other, as if there weren't hundreds of other teens surrounding them and watching their every move.

After Logan and I had called it quits a year ago, he became this manwhore who was seen with another girl every other week – this week was Megans turn, obviously.

All the girls thought that they could make him happy again. That they could bring out his smile and listen to his stupid jokes. And to the outside world it seemed like these girls succeeded and I suddenly became the biggest loser in High School.

I became the girl who couldn't hold Logan and did not deserve his attention. Everyone made mean comments about it behind my back.

They thought I was the girl who broke the golden boys heart. And maybe I was...

"Earth to Maisie!" Kyles voice brought me back from my thoughts. "Don't you want to eat something?"

I looked at my two best friends and then down at my blue trousers. "No, not now. I lost my appetite." Today was not a good day.

"But you need food! We have gym class after lunch!" Beren seemed serious. "I don't want to bring you to the infirmary when you have a break down."

"Food is like intelligence. Not everyone gets it."

Yes, I had black humour, but that was me. I often spoke to quickly and regretted it afterwards. That was why I liked writing – I could go back and fix something. I could correct my own words.

You couldn't do that in life, even if you desperately wanted to, like I did.

"Why are you so grumpy?" Kyle asked and looked at me curiously. His brown hair was styled perfectly and I wondered how long he had stood in front of his bathroom mirror for it the look like that.

"I am not grumpy," I defended myself and opened my back to take out a Snickers. I was still not hungry, but when I was angry I needed food to calm myself. "I am furious."

"She has to write an article about Logan," answered Beren for me and I was thankful. She always knew when to step in.

"Oh that explains it! So you just don't want to talk to Mister Loverboy?"

I rolled my eyes. I knew exactly why he was talking like that. "He is not my Loverboy, not anymore. I hate him – we hate him. Is that clear?"

"Clear as my vision," agreed Beren, while she put her brown hair up in a ponytail and started eating the rest of Kyles sandwich without him noticing.

"But you wear glasses!" Kyle didn't get it, but I did. Without her glasses Beren was as blind as a mole.

I took a bite from my Snickers and looked back at Logan and Megan, who acted like they were ready to bite each other's faces off. It made me sick to my stomach.

"Exactly!" Beren didn't want the topic to end.

"When Maisie does her research, she has to talk to Logan. And then they will marry and life happily ever after."

"No we won't!" Not even my friends were on my side. I was completely alone. "There is no scenario in which I will ever talk to him again. After we broke up he became this – this total douchebag!"

I looked at me blue hair tips and pitied myself even more. I just wanted to go home and sleep.

"I'm sure Megan and him won't last for long."

Kyle looked over at my ex-boyfriend. He was a little bit too obvious about it for my liking. If Logan would notice him I would never hear the end of it.

"What does he even see in her?" Beren wanted to know and I gave her a look.

"She has gorgeous blonde hair – and let's be honest, a smoking hot body." Kyle wasn't helping at all.

I stared laughing, or at least I tried. "No, the only day she will have a smoking hot body will be the day of her cremation."

"That was a good one!" Beren gave me a high five.

A few seconds later the school bell rang and everyone started to get up. I did the same, grabbed my bag and stood next to Kyle and Beren, ready to go to the gym.

The only class I shared with Logan. So of course, I hated it almost as much as Spanish or Math.