Confrontation

Spencer and I both spin around although we know who we are going to see.

There's only one person in the entire school with that annoying, screeching voice.

Vanessa Harvey, the biggest whore in the school. Probably the continent.

Beside her are her minion, a blonde bitch named Chloe and my best friend from kindergarten, Camila.

Spencer rolls her eyes and cross her hands across her chest.

"What do you want bitch?", Spencer asks bluntly.

Vanessa looks surprised by Spencer's bluntness but she hides it. "Can't I say hello to my good friends? Or should I say, the biggest losers in school!", she laughs, throwing her head back.

Talk about losers!

"I'd rather be labeled a loser, than be called what everyone knows you as", Spencer spits. By now, an entire arena of people were surrounding us, with their phones out videoing us.

I send a glare their way but they don't either seem to notice, or care.

"And what's that?", Vanessa tilts her head to the side like a confused puppy.

"First off, you're a whore. And second, you're a dumb bitch!"

Before Spencer can continue her verbal assault, a teacher's head pops up in the crowd.

"Break it up people, break it up!", our English teacher Mr. Smith barks. "You all have 5 seconds to get out of here before I start giving out detentions like Justin Bieber concert tickets."

All phones stopped recording immediately and the crowd gets smaller and people walk off to their classes. Thought so.

"Come on Spence", I say as I tug on her shoulder. "We're late for class and besides, their not worth our time." I know Spencer won't walk away so easily from this fight, but I swear if I have to, I'm going to drag her by her eyelashes and get out of here. Miss William's punishments are worse than any confrontation with a little bitch.

She stops and thinks about it and then Spencer obediently allows me to tow her away from the almost murder scene.

"This isn't over Spencer!", Vanessa yells. She sounds livid as we walk away from her, ignoring her wrath completely.

"Oh, it is", Spencer mutters underneath her breath, but loud enough for Vanessa to hear.

Vanessa continues to yell in the hall way, and her minions shout out words that I don't think would be appropriate for repeat, but as Spencer and I walk away, her voice gets fainter and fainter.

Spencer and I don't wait until we're out of sight to burst out laughing. We laugh for a good 10 seconds until we recover from our deadly fit of laughter.

"Did you see her face? ", I ask Spencer.

"Yup", she replies wiping tears from her eyes, "I'm sure we made her extremely mad."

"Really mad", I add with a wink.

We both enter class, earning a glare from Miss Williams which we both ignore. Spencer takes a seat beside me as the teacher starts her long, boring lesson as I try not to fall asleep.

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After a bunch of boring old lessons, lunch in the cafeteria, then more boring lessons, I am finally free. I rotate my neck to relieve the pain that was produced by sitting up all day as I walk to the art room, listening to the satisfying crunch. I stand by the door, checking my watch every two seconds until Spencer appears. When we were kids, it was always Spencer's dream to be a painter/ artist. We would always paint together, mostly things of nature. We painted trees, rivers and ponds and a lot more. There was this one painting though, that she loved a lot. It was a painting of a black wolf. It's yellow orbs were like a pond you could venture into and never return. The wolf was beautiful. Spencer brought it home and hung it in her room. When we were teens and I asked what made her love that specific painting so much, she simply answered and said, " There are a lot of things going on in this world that a lot of people don't know about; things you can't imagine. Things that are different. Like me." I didn't understand what she was trying to say. I still don't.

"Earth to Emerald!", Spencer snaps. I laugh. "Sorry. I was lost in my thoughts."

"What were you thinking about? ", she asked eyeing me.

"I was thinking about us when we were in kidnagarten", I reply as we exit the school and start walking to the parking lot.

"Really?", she asked like an excited child. We both get in my car and I start to drive to Spencer's neighborhood. Spencer and I talk a few more minutes before she slaps me on the arm.

"Ouch! What the fuck is wrong with you?", I ask looking at my hand where a red spot is now visible.

"I just remembered something. Now shut up before you make me forget it", she said, snapping her fingers, which was a habit when she was thinking really hard about something. Which is rare.

"Is it important enough to possibly get both of us killed?", I tease.

Spencer rolls her eyes. "Have you heard about the party? Matt was telling me about it, this morning in homeroom. It is going to be lit!", Spencer exclaims.

Matt Jones was the brother of a sexy, I mean, regular hot senior at our school. He was the definition of a sexy greek God. Girls would through themselves at his feet. Eww..

Okay, okay. I'll admit it. I've drooled over him about one or two times. I think. But it's all in the head. Spencer is the only one who knows that I have a big fat crush on him, although I know that he will never, ever in a bitrillion years, choose me over all the pretty, slim blonde girls at school AND in the neighborhood.

"Nope. I haven't heard of it. Are you planning on going?", I ask curiously. We were parked outside Spencer's house, but I doubt she was concious of this.

"Am I planning on going? Am I planning on going? Everyone's gonna be there! Plus I know that YOU would rather die than miss a chance of seeing a glance of the Liam Jones", Spencer raises her eyebrows suggestively.

"Stop it! ", I yell hitting her on the shoulder causing her to give me a dirty look.

"Hey Liam!", Spencer says waving at Liam.

And yes. He just so happens to be Spencer's neighbor. God, if you're listening..

When I look over to him, I see him drop a gadget he had in his hand, but it miraculously didn't fall to the ground because he caught it. Damn, those muscular arms. I so want to lick his abs.

' Reel it in Emerald', I scold myself.

Liam waves back. "Hello ladies", he replies. And almost as quickly as he appeared, Liam disappeares.

Spencer, smacks me on my forehead. "Hello. What are you thinking about Isaac Newton?", she asks with an exaggerated laugh.

"Nothing. Just some random thoughts."

Spencer grabs her bag, and gives me a quick hug, and jumps out of the car. "Bye. Remember to pick me up for school tomorrow. My mom's gonna be working super early", she reminds me.

"Yea. Bye." I back out of her driveway and drive back home. On my way home, it starts raining really hard.

Because I didn't bring my umbrella today, I have to face the concequence of running in the rain to my front door.

I unlock the door with a spare key, take off my boots, and my soaking coat and walk to my room.

On my way upstairs, I can hear a voice. Actually more than one voices. In the living room is Damion sitting on the couch. And beside him is the guy.

Yes, him.

Just incase your brain doesn't work as fast as mine, sitting beside my brother in my living room is Liam Jones.

He's my Brother's Best friend.