Wow.... time flies by real fast. It's been a week since we got in here and yet, I haven't gotten used to the 'no bullying policy' around here. Yeah, sure go ahead. Laugh at me. But after being bullied for the past 3 years, it actually feels sort of weird... when people actually smile and apologise after bumping into you. Oh yeah sure, the exception being Cameellia... of course.

I just love freaking her out with that pronunciation. So you see I've made great friends with Frank, Ray, Bob and... well, Mikey's my bro so... After that day, we hung out the next morning before our classes, then during lunch, after school and pretty much whenever possible. One thing was guaranteed though- we always had shit-loads of fun when we were together.

While hanging out before the class, sometimes Cameellia (ha!) would come up to us. Then yeah she'd greet THEM while sending me glares and sticking her tongue out at me. And guess what? My friends just laughed. They fucking laughed.

In the hallways, if we were to ever cross paths, she'd 'accidentally' step on my feet, and leave with a smirk plastered on her face. And oh my fucking fate! I had almost every class with her, except for Maths and Chemistry. Even though people didn't really treat me any different, still I preferred to sit in the back of the class, secluded.

But then again, SHE too used to sit in the back. And I was damn sure it was to annoy me. She'd kick my seat from the side and then when I glared at her, she pretended as if she weren't even aware of my presence in the first place. In the middle of a heated argument between us, that bitch would always pinch my nose.... thus ending the argument with me shoving her hand off my face and walking away angrily.

Then there were those arguments where I was the one outwitting her, I'd flick her head and just walk away, leaving her rubbing the spot while sending death glares at me with a splash of colourful words. See now I don't know how but I had became this new brave person. I never put up with her shit. Whenever I got my chance, I used to kick her seat too and pull the same trick on her.

Then in the middle of a lecture, I'd just lean towards her and whisper in her ears 'Cameeeeelia'. Even though she tried to put it off till the end of the lecture, I knew just how much she boiled inside. And yes, that did earn me a punch in my arm after the class.

One time, in Art, Mr. Wentz had asked us to use the element- water in our painting. I had painted a stormy sea with dark clouds towering above it. At the last moment, I had decide to add the moon too. I was looking around at other's work. There wasn't anything interesting so my eyes finally landed back on my own work, only to realise that my moon was sticking out a tongue at me now.

I immediately knew who did it. From my peripheral vision, I saw her doubling into laughter. But I chose to pretend as if I didn't see her. I smirked up at the painting, and I saw her confused look from my peripheral vision. I decided to let it stay that way, but as soon as I felt that she wasn't looking, I fixed it.

And Oh the look on her face when I submitted the painting to Mr. Wentz and he gave me a thumbs up! After leaving the class that day, I turned around only to find her walking behind me. I flicked her head, turning her attention towards me. She glared at me while rubbing her head then spat in my face, "you asshole!"

I couldn't help but laugh at her, making her facial expression turn a stark red with anger. So before the volcano could burst, I left. Well, it was official now. Everybody knew that we hated each other. But surprisingly, people just giggled and laughed it off. I had heard from Frank that she didn't have a boyfriend, so at least now I didn't have to worry about a jock shoving me into a locker because of her.

Ironic though... that no matter how intense our 'wars' got or how many pranks we pulled on each other, she never harassed me publicly. Okay, I was her victim. Heck! She was mine too. But I wouldn't call that bullying.

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I was shoved out of my thoughts when someone bumped into me. It didn't take me much time to recognise that familiar strawberry scent. She tried to walk past me, but I grasped her arm and forced her to face me. Her eyes narrowed at me, as if she was mentally stabbing me right now.

Then I hissed, "apologise." She rolled her eyes and snickered, "ha! You dumbass. How could you even expect me to?" I groaned with clenched teeth, "you bitch. Don't you sass me now." An expression quite similar to mine now appeared on her face, "you know what I don't have time to put up with your shit. So yeah FUCK YOU."

A cheesy smirk spread across my face and I don't know what possessed me to lean in to her ears and whisper, "But babe, I think you're forgetting that you're a virgin." Her eyes widened, as she shivered slightly. Then as an attempt to hide her embarrassment, she grabbed my collars and forced me to look right into her eyes, which looked like she was ready to murder me any moment.

She hissed venomously, "you fucking asshole! I will chop off your balls with fucking NEEDLES." Then she released me from her grasp and stormed right past me. At first, a shiver ran down my spine at that thought but then I smirked up with a satisfied expression.... realising that I'd pissed her off.

You're a real asshole, you know that?

Oh yeah? I think you were the one that wanted me to say that.

You think too much now don't you?

Admit it brain, it pissed her off real bad. I couldn't feel more accomplished.

What if it hurt her?

You think SHE would be hurt?! Haha! She deserved that. After all, that bitch threatened to chop off my... you know, with fucking NEEDLES!!!!

I know you're gonna regret that though.

No, I won't.

Yes, you will.

No, I won't.

Yes, you will.

Shut up already.

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*the first class*
I walked into the classroom and made my way to my seat in the back. As I walked past her she sent me a death glare, to which I just rolled my eyes. Then as soon as I took my seat, Mrs. Simone entered the class. Everybody unwillingly stood up to greet her.

Ugh.... seriously now?

She began her drone, "Good morning students. I'm really sorry because Mrs. Meyers will be out of the town for a week. But there's a good news. I'll be taking your first classes for this week." Everyone let out a groan, including Cameellia (the teacher's pet).

Fuck. Now really? Fucking English? I was just getting accustomed to biology... because somehow I had started to find it interesting... but English. No. Just no. It's almost impossible to not doze off during Mrs. Simone's lectures.

She opened her mouth again, "I guess I have almost finished explaining you all about poetry and sonnets. So now I want you to write something yourself. It can even be a song. You can take your time, but remember if I find you not doing your work, there will be consequences." The students nodded at the teacher. I took out a rough piece of paper and a pencil and started thinking.

I wandered for a moment before hearing someone read out their work quietly to themselves. I knew who it was, so I leaned down in her direction to hear her more clearly, curiosity getting the best out of me.

"Roses aren't always red. Violets aren't even blue. This class is sucking the life out of me. It's my poem I'm about to screw. I am fucking hungry I might just go on a rampage, Chop off everyone's balls And get out of this hostage. I know everyone ain't got balls But that's none of my problem. I'll just shut up now Cause Idk what rhymes with problem" I don't even know what to say.

Only god knew how hard I was fighting my urge to just break down into fits of laughter. Not much to my surprise, she noticed me... trying my best to keep a straight face. Then her eyes widened and she whisper shouted at me, "Oh no you didn't, Getard!" I wiggled my eyebrows at her, "Didn't what Cameellia?"

Her eyes narrowed to small slits, "you heard me, didn't you?" I smirked up at her, "well, maybe..." She poked her hand out and without any warning, her tiny fingers were now pinching my nose. She hissed at me, "you pixie." I groaned and shoved her hand away, but then I reached my hands out too and before she could even realise, I squeezed her cheeks.

Her expression though!!!! Haha! Yay! Tit for tat.

Admit it though, you liked touching her buttery soft skin.

No, I didn't. You sick fucktard.

You just called yourself that.

You know what.... I'm not gonna let you ruin this moment of victory for me. *does the mental victory dance *

Then suddenly, we were both taken aback by the teacher clearing her voice. We turned to face forward, only to find Mrs. Simone raising a brow at us, "Is there a problem Caméllia and Gerard? Because if there is, then I'm sure you two will be able to sort it out in detention."

Oh fuck. Caméllia gasped, almost horrified, "Bu-" she was cut off, "Room number 13. After school." The class became silent after that. No one dared to utter even a single word. I saw her friends giving her sympathetic looks, but she flushed with a deep red.

I don't know if it was embarrassment or just pure anger. But either way, I had scored! Now Miss Perfect would have to be in detention.... for her first. Fucking. Time. Oh my god, I'm sooo evil! Bwahahaha xD

I dared to look at her, only to be flicked off. It was written all over her face that she was ready to strangle me right then. I gulped hard and turned my attention back. One problem though.... I had to suffocate in the same room with her.

Notes

Ha! That was fun to write. Anyways, please guys let me know how you feel about this. Love you all.
Cam