CHAPTER TWO

"What the fuck!"

I curse, clutching my hands on the leather jacket of the crook who had bumped into me. He even has the nerve to attempt to leave me here on the ground and walk away like he just did nothing.

"Are you mad—"

My sentence cuts off when the guy snaps around. My breath catches when my eyes rest on the face of the miscreant.

Luke Evans! Fucking Luke Evans!

I should not be surprised at his voracious ill-manneredness.

"Get your hands off me, Smith."

I ignore him and clutch tighter to his jacket, using his rather soild stance as a means of getting up from the ground. Pain rips through my left knee, and I almost fall down again, but thanks to my hold on this bastard's jacket, I regain my footing.

"Are you blind Evans?!"

"What did you just say?" He barks.

"I asked if you are blind, Evans!"

He jerks my hands off his jacket and straightens the rough folds on his jacket caused by my hands.

"I think you are the one who is blind, Smith."

He smirks. Anger bubbles in the pit of my stomach. My palms itch to smack off that dirty grin off his stupid face, but the sane part of my brain knows that the only way I can continue to wand off this stupid bad boy like I have always done in the past is through my words, and not through my fists.

"You know Evans, sometimes you behave like a fucking erratic child. No manners. No empathy. Grow up."

I hiss and brush past him with my shoulder, feeling the pain again in my left knee. I wince when a hand drags me back.

"You seem to have some nerve, Smith."

Luke's voice whispers in my right ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. His cologne whiffs through my senses, and I find myself sucking in a breath as tiny ripples swirl in my stomach. I clench and unclench my fists.

"I do Evans. And I will not hesitate to shove it to your face when you behave like an arrogant brat."

I yank my arm away from his grip and limp forward to the entrance of the school building. I sigh in relief when I don't feel any grip on my arm trying to tug me back.

Seems like I won this time.

The only stain in my perfect academic life is Luke Evans. Tall with messy black hair and ocean blue eyes and sharp cheekbones with an aquilinity of a nose and pink lips that seem to glisten with a touch of Victoria Secret Pink lip gloss, Luke Evans is a walking handsome disaster. His chiseled abs and broad shoulders are just as thick as his lethal reputation as the most notorious badboy of Riverdale High.

Last summer, Luke broke the arm of a guy in our class named Brent, during an excursion trip organized by the school for our class. According to eyewitnesses, Brent accused Luke for sleeping with his girlfriend Camilla, a cheerleader bitch also in our class. Some said that it wasn't true, while others said that Camilla was the one who was trying to force herself on Luke and not the other way round. Either way, Brent was upset and started the fight with Luke, but he wasn't so lucky to finish the fight in a healthy state. The excursion trip was cancelled midway and Brent was rushed to the hospital for treatment.

Thinking about it now, I wonder how I have been able to survive my bickerings with Luke. He pisses the hell out of me, but he is also the only boy that clouds my senses and colours my dreams pink every night.

I walk down the hallway towards my locker. Finally reaching it, I bring out the locker key from my bag and slide the copper metal into the locker's keyhole. I turn the key and fling the locker open.

Luke Evans or Evans Luke or whatever the hell his name is, I will not allow him to ruin my day.

I grab my fine art textbook and a couple of notes from my bag before putting the bag into my locker. I close the locker and rest my back on it, watching tons of students as they walk past me in the hallway, laughing and ranting about stuffs that concern them.

I shut my eyes. The numbing pain in my left knee is increasing, but I think I can manage with the pain through out Mr Douglas's class. I will visit the school's clinic once the class is over.

"Alicia."

I flutter my eyes open and see Reece standing before me, her cornrow auburn hair cascading down her shoulders in thick braids. Reece is the only friend I have in this entire school. She has this tough girl appearance that she always gives off with her fishnet tights and 'DO NOT GIVE A FUCK' branded t-shirts. Her eyelids are always lined with thick black mascara, a ritual she always does to complete her kickass haunting persona.

To other students, especially the guys, she seems kinda scary, but to me, she is the yin to my yang, my knight in shining armor.

Except that this morning, she seemed to have gone on a retreat.

"Why do you look like you want to faint?"

"Well, Evans bumped into me this morning, and now my left knee is paying the damn consequences."

I bend and press down my thumb on my left knee, massaging the area a little bit.

"What?!"

Her shrill voice is loud enough for the other students to turn their attention to us.

Loud enough for Luke's eyes to glance at our direction as he struts pass us like some supermodel on a runway show.

The nerve!

"Don't worry Reece. I will visit the clinic after Mr Douglas's class."

"I swear I am going—"

The bell indicating the first period rings, cutting off Reece's swearing. As the other students hurry to their respective classes, Reece steadies me with her hand wrapped around my waist as we head to our class.