Bottle Of Coke

Chapter one It all started with a bottle of coke The cafeteria buzzed with laughter and chat as I made my way towards the table in the farthest corner, dubbed "Loser ville". My best friend, Pauline Rush, waved over to and pointed towards her brother, Jay Rush. I raised my eyebrows and shook my head firmly. Jay was kind of my crush but I would never have the guts to talk to him, even though he was friendly enough to me. I went over and sat down at the table and soon my other best friend's I'd I must say, gay best friend's Ethan White slapped his blue lunch tray on the table and sat down suddenly, making the whole table rattle. ''What's up with lover boy,'' Pauline teased, knowing about Ethan's crush on James, a straight guy in our class. Pauline was a serious looking girl, with a light brown complexion that I envied and pin straight corns colored hair. ''Don't talk about him,'' he grumbled. ''I found out that he was straight today,'' he chastised, venomously glaring at Ellie, who apparently liked James and he liked her back. Pauline and I knew about this but we preferred that he find about this on his own. ''Aw, I'm sure there are plenty of other great guys out there,'' Pauline comforted, rubbing his arm. Suddenly, I felt a shadow behind me. ''Hey, guys,'' a familiar voice said--a voice which I loved. It was Jay Rush. He put a big hand on my shoulder and I swiveled my head, turning around my body to face him. ''Bri, Mrs. Johnson told me to give you these revision papers.'' ''T-thanks,'' I stuttered, nervously taking the bundle of papers from him. Just his smile would make me melt. Jay Rush was ridiculously hot--with the blonde hair, blue eyes thing going on. He smiled and went back to his table. ''Yeah, she's right,'' I added in, back on the conversation about Ethan and James. I was kind of bad at comforting people so I would just murmur in approval. ''Hey guys, I'm just gonna get my food.'' Both of them murmured a ''yes'' and I set off to get it. Life at Amity High was silent and peaceful. My life only revolved around Pauline, Ethan and well--Jay. After getting my lunch tray, on which was a cheeseburger, some fries, and a diet coke, I began to trudge back to my table. My mind was preoccupied with a lot of things--I had to pick up my little sister, Valerie and then complete the essay Mr. Greene has assigned and the homework math sums. I sighed at the thought of the amounting workload. Distractedly, I opened the coke bottle and took a swig. Engrossed with my thoughts, I didn't even realize where I was heading. The coke bottle was still open, clutched in my hand. And that was when I ran into a rock solid wall. ''Oops,'' I cried, as I stumbled backward but didn't lose my balance and fall on my butt. Because in no less than fifteen seconds, it would be up on YouTube. You didn't know the idiots in my school who always had their phones and cameras ready. The whole room became deathly silent. I was puzzled for a second. And then it hit me that there wasn't a random brick wall in the room. And second, the coke bottle wasn't in my hand. I gulped visibly and slowly looked upwards, only to face the horrifying Brad Stone. The boy who had a reputation for breaking rules, and also, rejecting every single girl. He had killer looks though--jet black hair and piercing blue eyes, completed with a chiseled jaw and high cheekbones. And there was a MASSIVE (So huge that I had to capitalize that) stain on his leather jacket. Which had been made by none other than my coke. ''I-I'm sorry,'' I stammered, looking anywhere but him. ''I'll clean it up.'' I hoped it would come off or surely I would be dead by tomorrow. ''Listen, I don't know who the hell you are, but you're not gonna get away with this, understand?'' the guy literally growled, glaring at me with his icy blue eyes. My eyes slightly widened with fear but I had apologized--who did this jerk think he was? I had even offered to clean it up! ''What, cat got your tongue?'' Mustering up all my courage, my voice barely above a whisper (I hope I was audible enough), ''But I apologized! And I even offered to clean your jacket! You've got no right to talk to me like that!'' I furiously said. He narrowed his eyes, staring at me itently-- making goosebumps appear on my skin. I was surprised I hadn't turned into ice then and there. ''Whatever,'' he rolled his eyes, thrusting the jacket upon me. Stunned, I caught it. What a jerk, and what a way to talk with women! "Excuse me? But I think you should be more respectful towards others," I reprimanded, not caring that I sounded like a grandma. "Does it look like I care, little nerd?" Brad scoffed, and turned around to talk with his mates again. I tapped his shoulder. I know I was being a fool. I was walking into my own deathtrap, but I didn't care. No one could get away, talking to me like that! "Here is your jacket," I said with a bit of confidence. "I won't clean it until you politely say so," my voice wavered a bit but I stood my ground. I could feel the entire cafeteria's eyes glued on us. It was like watching a slow drama movie unfold. I stood staring at him, maintaining eye contact with him--which was I bravest thing that I had ever done. From the corner of my eye, I could see Pauline frantically mouthing something and Jay Rush looked--impressed! A smile fought it's way on my lips and I immediately regretted it. Brad looked outraged. He grabbed my shoulder, inching in closer. "Listen, nerd. Clean this jacket, or I'll make sure your life is hell," he hissed. Up so close, he looked like an angel--his face was literal perfection. He shouldn't scowl so much. "I don't care," I mumbled, losing confidence by the second. "Clean it and give it to me later," he simply said, tossing me the jacket and I caught it, bewildered. He was about to walk away, when he suddenly turned and said, his voice so low that only the both of us could hear, "Listen, little nerd. You think you can be all buff? This isn't over." My stomach churned at the words. What had gotten myself into? . . . .