Chapter 2

• Confrontation
• It was finally , and I wasn’t ashamed to say I have been avoiding the new guy like the plague. It was not an act of cowardice, mind you; I just needed time to prepare myself for the confrontation which would be coming soon. I was retreating to strike harder, just like a runner who takes a few steps back to jump better.
• Besides, let’s face it; girls were surrounding him all the time like vultures or bodyguards, I couldn’t decide – though I thought it was rather the former. And for once, I was not disgusted by their behavior, I felt actually grateful.
• I entered the cafeteria and instantly felt uncomfortable with all the unusual staring I earned. I bought my food hastily before heading towards the table I had become now used to.
• There, I found a blond-haired guy with green smoldering eyes who was approximately my age. He outstretched his hands when he saw me, and I put my tray on the table before hugging him tightly.
• “We have lunch together?” I exclaimed happily.
• “Yes, isn’t that cool?” He replied cheerily.
• “It’s more than cool! It’s freaking awesome, Seth!” I cried out, contented against his chest.
• He chuckled softly and was going to say something before we heard a deep weird noise that sounded somehow like a growl.
• We moved apart before staring at the glaring raven boy.
• Argh, Jonathan! I should have guessed. 
• Can’t a girl have a break or something? I didn’t even do a thing to have him on my back –metaphorically speaking, of course! I inwardly sighed.
• “A friend of yours?” Seth asked me in a soft tone, his voice dripping with affected politeness.
• “Uh-uh,” I instantly denied while sitting on the chair opposite him. “Just ignore him,” I added calmly, giving him a “don’t-ask” look.
• Seth just shrugged before sitting at the table with me, whereas he stood still, clenching and unclenching his fists for some time before saying in a hoarse voice, “We had history together!”
• Huh? My mind went blank for a second before I realized he was talking about the class. He sure has a way with words, I internally mused.
• “That doesn’t make you my friend,” I told him flatly, chewing idly on my slice of pizza, not even sparing him one glance.
• It almost surprised me how easy it seemed to speak with him that way. Though I wasn’t one to be rude generally, I just couldn’t help it with him, it seemed.
• “I spoke with you,” he said, irritation taking over his features.
• “No, you spoke to me, and I ignored you!” I answered him, using my sweetest voice while throwing him a pointed look.
• He huffed angrily before leaning to me growling the words, “You hugged him!”
• “I know him,” I answered him straight away, outraged at the unjustified accusation.
• “Dude, back off!” Seth’s voice was soft, but the warning was quite clear behind his words.
• Jonathan glared at him briefly before spitting out a venom-coated “I haven’t addressed you.” He then turned back to me.
• That last sentence did it. I slammed my hand on the table, got up, looked him dead in the eyes, then asked him icily, stressing out each word, “What is your problem?”
• He didn’t get the chance to answer me because a shriek came out from behind him, “Oh Johnny, here you are!”
• I looked at the blonde girl rubbing her hand seductively on his arm. She was wearing an outfit that screamed slut; a pencil skirt and a strapless top two sizes too small with lots and lots of make-up. Just so happens that she’s the captain of the cheerleaders. Yeah, I was studying in land stereotypes… please note the joy.
• “What do you want?” Came his calm drawl as he looked at her quizzically.
• “You promised you would sit with me!” She whined, pursing her lips.
• “Yeah? Well, I forgot.”
• Was it just me or did he just sound annoyed?
• Oh no! She’s so not going to like that.
• “How could you forget me?” She paused before adding with disdain, “and go after this!” She finished, pointing at me and eying me as if I was scum.
• I simply rolled my eyes at her, not bothering to answer. She was just too silly sometimes.
• “Did you just activate your bitch-mode?” Seth taunted her, smirking.
• “Oh, screw you!” She spat out, her eyes spitting fire.
• He chuckled then told her calmly, “No, thanks. Been there, done that,” he paused before adding in a voice dripping with sarcasm, “on my first day here.”
• She huffed dismissively –though her cheeks caught a slight pink shade– then stormed off dragging away – and I was glad – a confused-looking Jonathan.
• “I still cannot believe you did her,” I told him, still laughing after her retreat.
• “Even I don’t!” he choked on his words, barely managing to get them out correctly in between his chuckles.
• “But that guy is so weird,” he said calmly after getting under control his fit of laughter.
• “Yeah, tell me about it.”
• He was weird, irritating and troublesome. I didn’t need to get the sexy new student’s attention.
• Wait. I did not just say he’s sexy – I mean, I might have but I didn’t mean it like that.
• It’s just that he is sexy all right, I’m sure everybody thinks so… and let’s admit it, I would be a fool to say otherwise, or blind to think differently; but like hell am I going to tell him that!