Lethal Friends

Oh It's On

I trudged into school feeling nervous. Today was Wednesday, and so far Logan hadn't done anything to prove that this "war" was still on. I didn't let down my guard though, because I still had eyes- I still saw the devilish glares that he passed my way, narrowing the slits where his eyes should have been even further. I knew now that this was serious. But tomorrow was what had me most worried. I had no idea what to expect, but I wasn't a fool. I wasn't going to walk into that park unprepared, I was aware it could be a set up. I had everything planned out. Jordon was on speed dial now, he and Adam had made sure of that what with Logan's threat. We hadn't told Adam of course, but he still was way too overprotective. Also, Kayla had volunteered to ride her bike around the area so that she could check up on the bench that me and Logan were meeting at. Nothing funky was going to go down and my new friends were there to protect me, and were going to stop any nonsense before it even began.

I heard her voice before I saw her, "Loooonndddooonnn. Don't open your-" I pulled open my locker just as she began to speak, the lock finally clicking into place, but thought nothing of it. Until that is, a massive avalanche of beads cascaded down over top of me, pushing me over. I fell flat on my butt, the hundreds of devilish round things pooling all around and making me slip in trying to back up. In a feeble attempt I threw up my arms to protect my face from the floor I slammed down against, but I still heard a resounding thud, and felt the familiar sharp stab of pain from the impact. A loud laugh came up from behind me and I saw a pair of fine muscular legs covered in the boy's shorts come into view, my arms blocking the rest of the person from sight, but I knew who it was.

So, this was your plan all along then, hey? I thought, You little child of Satan, I'll show what a real pair of horns and tail look like, just you wait. You have no idea what I can do to you. I will not be someone who is bullied after all the hell I already went through back in Michigan. I WILL STAND UP.

In a rage my hands flew away from my face and found a hard spot where the beads didn't cover the floor, and pushed myself off the most embarrassing place in the hallway. Maybe that had been a bad idea, for now everyone had just started coming into school, the bell having just rung, and saw my skirt flying up as I tried to stand. They all looked at me trying to hide their cheap laughs and snickers behind their snobby hands which had to reach to cover their mouths as their noses stuck so far in the air. That only made me only more angry. I had promised myself I would not become the talk of this school.

"Well, well, well, looks like someone is only just learning what it means to be in a war. It's called a surprise attack, did you like it?" Logan walked closer menacingly, making me want to turn tail and run, but I stood my ground.

"Did I like it? What do you mean did I like it? You filled my freaking locker with a million tiny beads. Now they're going to be stuck in everything!" I replied a little too loudly, not believing his words. What on earth could possibly be going through his sad excuse of a brain right now?

"Wow, calm down there sweetheart. Do you really think I wouldn't find out where you had been keeping my phone? You don't know this town very well and so far have only been introduced to two places- here at school and at your house. So, it must have been hid in either one of those places. You and I both know that you can't put it in your house because I could easily slide right in and look for it. So, of course, typical girl thinks her locker is safe. Right? Why am I even asking? I know I'm right." He rolled his eyes as if he should be the one annoyed and upset right now. Oh how badly I wanted to close the last inch in between us and slap that stupid smug look off his face. It was even beginning to radiate triumph. But, I kept my cool, if he wanted war that was what he would get from me, it's not like I've never had practice at this type of thing. And war meant more then surprise attack, it meant ambushes and attacking the flank. Soon he wouldn't be so confident as he was now

So I had a few options of what I could do in return. For now though, what would annoy him the most? What if he got no reaction, if I acted like all his hard work was worthless- bingo. I spotted Jordon walking and looking aghast at the small round things that reached all the way to the end of the hall. Ahh perfect, I can use him as my escape. Uncrossing my arms and stepping around a rather close Logan, I took on a calm look and called out to Jordon, and Kayla who stood frozen on the spot, shocked by the event.

"Hey, guys ready for class?I know there's a little bit of a mess here, but nothing major. I was just about to go to the office to call the janitor, no biggie. Like Logan said himself, I should like it. It is a good laugh isn't it?" I wasn't shook. Logan looked annoyed and his hand tugged on the end of his glossy hair.

"You think this is nothing but a big laugh, London?" He asked. "You shouldn't test me, it already got you into this battle."

"You mean this tiny thing?" I asked breezily waving a relaxed hand over the mess. "I think it kinda brightens up the dreary looking hallways. And now I have the prettiest and most colourful locker out of all the girls. I win. So, I should say thank you, Logan Hunt," His teeth clenched together at my last sentence. The last name thing- I guess that wasn't something he liked. A smug smile was painted across my face. Oh I was going to use that.

"You do not win. I win." He said viciously.

I shrugged my shoulders in reply, "I'm sorry but don't kid yourself. Battle means you have to break down all my defenses and then conquer my core. So far, I'm not even shook. Not even a dent, scratch or bruise. You didn't accomplish a thing, but prove you can pick locks. That's some major useless skill right there," No he hadn't won. If anything he had taught me more about himself than he knew about me, and I could use that against him. I made a mental list: 1. He hated his last name. 2. He could pick locks. 3 He was used to always getting his way, and being in control. Oh how that was going to change.

Linking my arms with Kayla and Jordon I dragged us towards English class and sat down in the assigned seating. Watch your back boy, I thought spitefully.

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"So if we apply the a/sinA=b/sinB formula to what we already have then..." I blocked off my dark-skinned math teacher, Mrs. Jemina, her words droning on and on in my ear and making my thoughts turn uncomfortably fuzzy. Kayla was no better- the none-stop whispers about Logan hadn't died out yet. She even told the whole story to Ryan at lunch, every gory detail- like that my skirt had flown up. She also tried unsuccessfully to grill me on what I was going to do in retaliation. But now it was too much.

"What are going to do, Lon? You can't let him bully you, because that is what this will turn into if you don't fight back. It's not a war if only one side is pulling out their guns. That bastard needs to be taught a lesson anyways, has needed it for a long time, but no one has to guts to do anything about it. His dad is a problem though, he's the-"

"An ambush, okay. We have to do an ambush," I replied hastily. I glared at the white board at the front of the classroom, as if it could stop all of Kayla's question if I looked long enough.

"But what does that mean? We can't kidnap him that would be bad, and illegal, not to mention his dad." She began to fret, biting her nails.

"Why do you keep bringing up his dad, Kayla? What's the big deal?" Her eyes widened as I spoke.

"You mean you don't know?" I shook my head.

"His dad-"

"Miss Kayla Hillman would you like to solve the problem that I put up on the board, that you are so clearly discussing with London, so urgently?" Mrs. Jemina's hair bobbed as she spoke the heat making it frizz slightly. Kayla looked at me sadly as if I could do it instead for her, but I shook my head- I had been embarrassed too much already for one day. She slinked up to the board, clearly not knowing an inch of what was displayed at the front and trying to walk as slowly to her doom as she could.

Just as her hand, grasping the blue marker, was about to start writing down the wrong equation, the principle barged in and looked directly at me, his eyes seemingly burning holes through my skull.

"I need to see you, Miss London Brighten, in my office immediately," I gulped and nodded quietly, picking up my backpack and getting up out of my desk. No one moved as far as I could tell- their eyes on me, that is until I saw Kayla's lips moving and pointing frantically at the principle as she stood behind him.

That's Logan's dad. He's the principle. She said.

"Oh, sh*t." My hand instantly flew to my mouth, realizing I had said that out-loud. I was in major trouble. His son was the one waging war on me. How could I possibly retaliate if, his father was the frickin principle?! For the love of everything, I wasn't even making a good first impression by swearing either was I? What had I gotten myself into?