Chapter 2

A sharp voice cut through the entire courtyard before his fist could hit me, “Chris! Stopppp!”

I let out the breath I was holding as the crowd parted for a girl marching forward. One look at her and you'd know she's all about purple, purple bag pack, purple boots, purple braids, matching purple Mascara, even her lips were lined with purple. 

Two other girls walked behind her. 

“Stop wasting your time,” she said, her eyes flicking over me, “Everyone’s recording. You can't be seen fighting a girl.”

Chris exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair. He picked up his jacket from the ground and backed away, “Let's go guys.” 

Four guys parted from the crowd and went after him, must be his friends. All four of them were extraordinarily hot and their eyes trailed over me and went after Chris. 

Right before Chris disappeared into the crowd, he glanced back at me. And for a split second, he smirked. 

“You must be new, I'm Vanessa, this is Maya and Leslie,” she flipped her purple hair proudly, “Are you okay?. Don't let Chris scare you.” 

I blinked rapidly, Maya threw me an apologetic smile while Leslie said nothing. 

 “No, I'm not scared of a high school bully.” I said. 

She smirked, “I like that spirit. You should totally be friends with us, not to brag but we're the coolest trio in this place.” 

I smiled back even though I could tell that her smile was fake and forced. I saw people help the guy Chris beat up on his feet, he's going to need a lot of stitches. 

“See you around then and you're welcome, I saved your ass so you owe me one. Let's go girls,” she marched away with Maya and Leslie. 

Everyone stared at me through all of my classes, I guess I'm popular now.

Soon it was time for lunch. I had just sat down with my tray when three people slid into the seat across from me. Vanessa, Maya and Leslie. 

They all plastered fake smiles across their faces, I don't know if they knew that I could tell. 

“I didn't ask for your name earlier.” Vanessa spoke first. 

“Rebel.” I forced a smile back.

“Cool name,” Vanessa said in her cheerful voice. 

Before anyone could say anything else, a loud voice filled the entire cafeteria, I had to cover my ears. 

“Maryville high, welcome the reigning champion, Chris Kane, a.k.a Lucifer,” a guy standing on a table announced. 

Everyone began to cheer and brawl in loud voices as Chris walked into the cafeteria accompanied by the four guys from earlier.

“That's my Chris!” Vanessa cheered the loudest

My breath was taken away this time. Now that Chris wasn't covered in blood he looked super hot. He was no doubt the hottest in the room, dominating height with tight abs straining over his shirt, the other four guys behind him didn't look bad either. Pure athletic jocks. 

Somehow Chris's green emerald eyes met mine. I forgot to breathe for a moment as our eyes locked. No!, I can't crush on a guy like that, he reminded me too much of Marcus. 

“Ahhhh!” I suddenly screamed as something liquid spilled over my head. 

I glanced at my shirt and saw…blood?. I'm covered in blood?. My breath became unstable, I couldn't breath. 

“I'm so sorry Rebel,” Vanessa’s apologies barely reached my ears, “I didn't mean to, I was on top of the table cheering for Chris when my drink fell out of my hand ”

Her loud voice caused people's attention to turn to us. I looked around, even Chris and his friends were staring at me now.

“New girl, stop pulling stunts to gain people's attention,” a girl from the other table yelled at me. 

“Shut up Taylor,” Maya shouted at her, “let's help her clean up.”

I stood up abruptly, my head was spinning, “No. I'll just go to the bathroom.”

I tried to convince myself it wasn't blood, just a drink but I was still struggling to breath. My fear of blood was getting the best of me. 

I ran out of the cafeteria, when I passed my Chris, he smirked and mouthed, “Don't mess with me next time blonde princess.” 

Was this planned?. 

When I reached the bathroom, I quickly took off my white shirt, leaving only my black lacy bra. I took three deep breaths to calm myself. 

“Oh shit!” I muttered to myself as I turned on the faucet and washed my hair in the basin and the rest of my top body, spilling water on the floor. 

I looked at myself in the mirror, my hair was dripping wet, so was the top of my full breast. 

“Ahhh?” I jumped in fright as I saw someone else in the mirror. 

I spun around sharply to see three guys leaning against the cubicle doors, smoke clouded their faces from the lightened cigarette between their fingers.

“Perverts!” I screamed, “What are you three doing here?” I frantically reached for my shirt but I remembered it was bloody so I covered my breast with my hands. I don't even have anything to change into, I'm such an idiot. 

“You're the one in the boys bathroom,” one of them with brown curls said. 

Boys bathroom?. Shit.  

“You gave us quite a show undressing like that,” the second said. 

“And you also gave us a hard-on. Hey you're the princess from this morning,” the third one said. 

“Yeah” the first guy to speak looked at me properly again, “It's you. Didn't know you’re a striper.” All three of them cackled.

“I’m not a princess. You think this is funny. Get out of here, fools,” I was immediately enraged. I took off one of my shoes and threw it at them. 

“You b*tch!” brown curls cursed as my shoe hit his nose. 

I took off my other shoe and flung it at him again but he dodged this time, “You want to fight us blonde princess?.” 

“You should be running away from us,” the shortest of the trio said. 

“I'm not scared of three wannabe bullies. You look like shit I flush down the toilet daily,” I mouthed, feeling bold. 

They gasped, staring at me with wide eyes. The door suddenly slammed open.