"Mr. Reeves, what the hell is this?"

I don't even have to turn around to know exactly who it is. If there is one person who dislikes Aaron Reeves more than me then that would be Mr. Chavez, the algebra teacher.

As far I can remember Aaron would always get in trouble with Mr. Chavez way back since freshman year. And even know, when Aaron isn't even his student, you can still hear Mr. Chavez giving him detention in the hallway.

"Goddammit Omar," Aaron says angrily under his breath.

We lock eyes for a split second before he looks back at Mr. Chavez, who is making his way over to us.

Suddenly Aaron smacks the bundle of roses and grabs tight to my hand.

"Let's go," he says.

"What? No!" I say and pull back from his hold although not hard enough for my hand to slip away from his.

He glares at me for a brief second. Grips my hand tighter, hides his dick with his other hand and pulls me as we start running towards a bright red car.

"Hurry up," a guy in the passenger seat yells as he opens the door in the back.

Aaron and I run and he pulls me inside with him.

"Woo-hoo!" the guy in the passenger seat yells. He lvhs a big hearty laugh as the girl who is in the driver's seat passes Aaron a pair of clothes.

"Where's Omar?" Aaron questions as he throws on a shirt. "He was supposed to make sure no faculty was gonna see."

"There he is," the girl responds as she hits the accelerator and almost runs over a kid who I'm guessing is Omar because he gets in the car.

"That was so much fucking fun," says Omar.

"Hell yeah it was," responds the guy in the front and they hi-five. The girl driving maneuvers her way out of the parking lot and to God knows where.

"Um," I say, "Where are we going?"

"Oh shit, you brought her?" says Omar.

Aaron glares at him as he stands--kind of because how the hell can you stand in a car--and puts on sweatpants. I don't fail to notice he's still not wearing boxers but don't mention because it is not important to me at the moment. Once he's dressed he puts on his seatbelt and motions for Omar to do so as well in which he just brushes him off.

"Of course I brought her dickhead," Aaron finally responds. "You were supposed to make sure no teachers were gonna be outside but of course out of everyone fucking Mr. Chavez was out there and I had to run for it."

"Listen I was taking care of it but then I saw Mrs. Murphy and damn if it weren't because she was ten years older than me then I swear she'd so dig me."

"You're disgusting," says the girl who's driving.

"Anyways by the time I saw Mr. Chavez walking out of the building it was far too late. But that still doesn't explain why you brought her. You could've just made a run for it on your own." Omar adds.

"You do realize I'm right here, right?" I say and narrow my eyes at him but he only shrugs.

"I told you, she's the reason everyone hates me know. So if she didn't give a fuck about recording me then she definitely wouldn't have given a fuck if I would've given a fuck if I got in trouble with Mr. Chavez again. Hell she would've been there helping him take me down."

"I would have not," I remark to which Aaron turns and looks at me.

"Sure," is all he says.

I roll my eyes. "You wouldn't have gotten in trouble if you would've had your clothes on. Did you forget that you didn't have boxers or what?"

Omar lets out a big hearty laugh. "What the fuck, who forgets that kind of thing. Nah girl, this was all planned."

"Planned?" I question staring at Aaron but he only shrugs.

"Anyway I forgot to introduce myself, what's up I'm Omar," says Omar as he pulls out his hand. I take a second to respond but pull out my hand to shake his but just as our hands are about to touch he floats it away in a weird motion as he says, "Jellyfish!" And laughs his ass off.

The guy in the front laughs too as he turns his body to look at me. "I can't believe you fell for that. I'm SoHo, by the way."

"SoHo?"

"Yeah like the neighborhood in Manhattan."

I give him a blank stare.

"Ugh, of course you wouldn't know. Anyways that's beside the point. Also, um, that's Bianca driving. Bianca say hi."

"Hey," is all she says, her main focus on the road.

"You're all seniors?" I question.

They all chuckle a laugh before SoHo gives me look and points at Omar.

"Does that kid really look like he's actually hit puberty?"

I take a look at Omar and shrug.

"I'm a sophomore," says Omar, "They're all seniors and you're a junior aren't you?"

I nod. "Where are we going? I gotta go."

"Go where?" question Omar.

"Home? Anywhere but here." I respond.

"Well that was mean. You're right Aaron she is a bitch."

I scoff and glare at both of them. "Am not!"

"Don't worry junior, your presence here wasn't planned so it's not like we want you with us either," Bianca speaks up.

From the side I can hear Omar giggling to which I glare at him.

I stay quiet for the rest of the ride until we arrive at someone's house.

"I need to get something real quick and then I'll take your home junior," says Bianca before getting down along with the rest of the guys. I on the other hand stay in the car.

I watch as they walk up the porch before Omar stops Aaron and points at the car. I can see him sigh as he lazily turns around and walks back. He knows on the window hard before opening the door.

"Get out," he says.

"I think I'd rather wait in here."

"Bianca isn't leaving until another half an hour or so. So if you want to have a heatstroke in here then be my guest but don't blame me when you're on the verge of dying." With that said Aaron turns back and walks inside.

I sit back and think of all the pros in cons for a few seconds before letting out an annoyed sigh and unbuckling my seatbelt. I get out of the car and close the door before walking inside the house.

There is a bunch of pictures of Omar in here, which obviously means he lives here. His house is nice, not too big nor too small. As soon as you enter the living lays to the left, couches, a coffee table and a flat screen TV. To my right is another bigger table where lays placemats and a bowl of cereal from what seems to be this morning's breakfast--I hope it was this mornings.

The guys sit on the couches lazily as Bianca goes through the kitchen which is adjacent from the dining table. She comes back with a bag of Doritos in her hand and props herself in between Aaron and SoHo. Omar turns on the TV

"Are you even here to get something?" I question.

They all stop looking at the TV and turn to look at me. Bianca chews on the last Dorito she threw in her mouth slowly.

"No," is all she says before they all turn back to watch the TV.

"Then why am I here?"

"There's the door," Bianca responds pointing toward the door without glancing away from the television.

I let out a scoff and cross my arms. Once I see they have no interest in taking me home-not sure why I thought they would in the first place-I walk out of the house. At first I contemplate in taking their car, but once I realize I don't have the keys or how to hotwire a car I walk past it. I open up my phone and see the missed calls I have from Sage and Nat. I click on Nat's contact and call her but it goes to voicemail immediately.

With a sigh I look back at my phone and realize I don't have signal which only makes me angrier than I was back in the house. Honestly what is wrong with all of them?

"Lex wait."

My eyebrows scrunch up and I glare at Aaron Reeves. He's inside Bianca's car, driving slowly beside the sidewalk.

"What do you want?"

"Come on, get in. I'll take you home."

"No thanks, I'd rather walk."

"Come on Lex."

"Oh quit acting like you don't know my name. It's Lux. Not Let. Lux."

"Geez calm down, and get in the car."

"Don't tell me to calm down. I don't even know why you brought me."

"Okay tone it down a bit," he says and stops the car. He gets down and walks to me. "First of all, sure I pulled you away with me. But you could've slipped away any minute. You were literally sitting next to the door. You could have opened it and left the car. But instead you decided to sit your ass down and stay with me. Secondly it's not like we werent gonna take you home. Like Bianca said, your presence is as wanted from us and it is to you for us."

"Why are you such an ass? Obviously you don't like me and I don't like you so why the hell did you make that whole charade of asking me to homecoming huh? Cause let me tell you I only said yes for my own benefit and honestly it has nothing to do with you."

"Funny," he says, "Cause I only asked you for my own benefit as well. You ruined my reputation and I plan on getting it back. Only I'm taking a different route on things now. You see Lux, you proved to everyone that bad boys aren't romantic. Well it's time to wake up because I'm about to prove you wrong."