Chapter 8: I may not be an expert in girls' fashion, but even that outfit is not working out

I hate Mondays, because Mondays mean a whole week of school and a whole week of school means stacks of homework and it is tiring as hell. Except when it's fun, but with my life, school weeks are barely fun.

"Hailey, some cute guy is waiting for you outside," my mom shouts from downstairs and I roll my eyes at how my mother describes the unknown person.

I finish putting on my outfit-- sweatpants and a tank top and my converse-- and head downstairs. I'm not in the mood to dress up. I reach the kitchen and grab an apple from the fruit basket and bid my mom a goodbye. I leave the house and see the 'cute guy' my mom said is waiting for me. Tristan. Just the person I want to see on a Monday morning.

Awesome. Note the sarcasm.

"Get in," he says sternly when I reach the car.

"Glad to see that you're back to being mean," my voice drips with sarcasm, and I don't miss his eye roll. We get into the car without uttering another word to each other and Tristan pulls out of the drive way. "Can you put on the radio?" I ask him. The silence in the car makes me feel uncomfortable and I need music to make feel better, especially when you're in a car with a emotionless robot.

Tristan doesn't answer and I refrain from asking him again and reach for the radio but Tristan's cold hand pushes mine away and says, "Don't, I like the silence."

"I think I figured that out Edward," I look out the window and watch the houses we pass by.

"Fan of Twilight I see," it's as if I can feel the smirk playing with his lips.

We arrive at school a few minutes later and I still have about twenty minutes before school begins. Me and Tristan get out of his mustang and walk towards the entrance. People give us quizzical facial expressions and girls look at me as if they want to despatch me.

You're walking with the school's bad boy. What did you think?

"Aren't I ruining you're social status?" I whisper to Tristan.

"No one can ruin my social status. I'm too hot for that," he smirks.

"Talk about having a huge ego," I roll my eyes.

"Angel, girls can't resist me," he winks at a group of girls that are batting their eyelashes at him.

"Well I can," I roll my eyes.

"That's because you're not a girl."

"Excuse me?" I gasp.

"Have you seen your outfit?" With that, he disappears. What's wrong with my outfit?

Everything. You can shut up now inner voice.

I walk to my locker and I find Peyton, Kaitlyn, Jordan and Chase standing in front of Peyton's locker. Kaitlyn and Jordan seem to be engrossed with an interesting conversation but I can sense that they don't want to be disturbed since they aren't even talking with Peyton and Chase. Although, I didn't miss the slight blush on Kaitlyn's cheek-- Jordan must be on his mission.

"Hi guys," I greet only Peyton and Chase, seeing as how the two love birds are too distracted.

"Hi," Peyton greets me with a hug.

"Guess what?" She squeals.

"What?"

"We are invited to the beach party this Friday! Well...technically... Jordan invited Kaitlyn but she didn't want to go alone, so...they insisted that we come."

"Is that the reason for Kaitlyn's flushed cheeks?" I smirk.

"Yep. Too bad Jordy here called dibs on her," Chase puts a hand on his heart, pretending that his hurt.

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance soon enough," I pat his shoulder.

"So are you coming?" Peyton asks.

"To?" I ask.

"The beach party," she answers gleefully.

"Yeah not coming," I shake my head.

"Why not? It's going to be lit," Chase says.

"Yeah I'm not comfortable with revealing my body wearing some skimpy bikini," I say in disgust.

"There's nothing wrong in showing people your assets," he winks at me and I roll my eyes.

"Is that the reason you wore--" Peyton eyes my outfit, "--that?"

"What's wrong with my outfit?"

"I may not be an expert in girls' fashion, but even that outfit is not working out," Chase shakes his head.

"Still not going," I open my locker to retrieve my books.

Beach parties are not my thing. I see no point of wearing skimpy bikinis just to impress hormonal teenage boys. Last time I to a beach party at my old school, some guy tried cornering me and forced me to flash myself but luckily, with the little bit of training I had at that time, I was able to send him into a comma--or let's just say I knocked him out.

"Oh c'mon," Peyton whines and pouts her pink lips.

"Don't you want to kiss me with those lips princess?" Chase wiggles his eyebrows at Peyton who gives him a look that says don't and I give Chase a quizzical look.

"Fine," I sigh turning my attention back to Peyton and she claps her hands enthusiastically like a four year old girl who's been bought a new princess tutu.

"Hailey." Poke.

"Hailey." Poke.

"Hailey." Poke.

"What?!" I whisper yell.

"I need help," he grins.

"With?" I am beyond irritated at this point.

We are in maths class and we were given an assignment to do during this period and it is due by the end of the period. Meanwhile, Jordan--his sitting next to me-- has been poking my shoulder vexingly.

"The assignment," he pouts and pulls out a puppy dog face.

"How about you use that frivolous face of yours to ask someone else," I say looking back at my assignment.

20 minutes left.

"But no one wants to help," he whines and I avoid him.

"Please." Poke.

"Please." Poke.

"Please." Poke.

"Leave me alone," I say.

"Is there a problem miss Matthews?" Mr Thompson asks me from his desk.

"No Sir," I shake my head.

"Yes there is a problem," Jordan says.

"What?" Mr T sighs.

"You're assignment is too hard."

"Does it look like I care?"

"I don't know. I'm confused. Your ugly face makes it really hard to tell," Jordan taps his index finger on his chin to make as if his thinking. Behind us, Chase and Tristan are having fits of laughter, and Mr Thompson's head looks like it's about to explode.

"Mr Collins, detention after school," Mr Thompson growls and Jordan shrugs.

"See ya," Jordan stands up and walks to the door, but before he leaves he says to Mr Thompson, "Bye Sir, hope you stay ugly forever." Mr Thompson growls apoplectically and the class can't control its laughter.

I return to my assignment seeing as how I only have 12 minutes left.

"Hailey." Poke.

Seriously? Another poker!

I turn back to see Tristan grinning. "What?" I ask grudgingly.

"Nothing," he grins even more.

"Can't you just go back to your mean mood and leave me alone?" I ask and turn away. Few seconds later, the bell rings and Tristan gets up with an enraged expression on his face and stomps out of the classroom.

Weird.

I get up and hand in my assignment which I surprisingly managed to finish, and hand it in. It is now lunch and I make my way to the cafeteria. Nate and Cathy are already seated and I join them and sit next to Cathy.

"Hey guys," I greet.

"Hi," they say in unison.

"Where are the others?" I ask.

"Still coming I guess," Nate shrugs. I take out my lunch-- a nutella sandwich, my favourite and place it on the table. I see a hand reach for it and I immediately slap it away.

"Ouch," I hear Luke whine.

"No one messes with my nutella," I playfully warn him and begin munching on my sandwich. Luke sits on my right but Peyton just throws herself between us. Kaitlyn sits next to Cathy, and Jordan sits next to her.

"Jordan what are you doing here?" Peyton asks him.

"I want to sit next to my girl," he shrugs.

"You and Kaitlyn are dating?" Luke asks him.

"He wishes," Kaitlyn retorts.

"C'mon babe, you know you like me," Jordan winks at Kaitlyn who rolls her eyes.

"Wanna hang out tonight?" Luke asks Peyton. They actually make a cute couple.

"Okay," Peyton blushes. Nate starts to get all worked up and storms out of the cafeteria. We share confused expressions but no one knows what happened well, except Peyton.

Suddenly, Chase and Tristan sit down at the table, with me on Tristan's right and Chase on his left. Okay what's happening? Since when do the most popular guys in school sit with us and not care about their social statuses? I have a lot to learn about this school. Everyone stares dumbfounded at them, even the people sitting at other tables.

"What?" Chase and Tristan ask in unison.

"You're sitting with us," Cathy manages to voice everyone's thoughts.

"Uh we know," Chase says in a duh tone. They notice the eyes everyone's giving them and stare threatening at them and the people immediately go back to what they were doing.

I see Tristan take the last half of my sandwich and I leave him, and Luke pouts his lips at me.

"What?" I ask him.

"You allowed Tristan to take your sandwich," he says.

"So?" I ask trying to figure out where his going with this.

"So, it's unfair."

"How?"

"'Cause you didn't want to give me."

"I was hungry then, but now I'm not," I shrug.

He opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it deciding against it. I see everyone stare at me and Tristan has a smirk plastered on his face.

"What?" I ask them.

They all quickly shake their heads and I dismiss what just happened and reach into my bag to retrieve my box of Oreo cookies. I take out one cookie and start eating it.

"Can I have?" Tristan whispers into my ear, his fresh mint breath brushing on my neck.

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because taking my nutella sandwich was already enough."

"But I'm still hungry," he pouts.

"Not my problem," I shrug.

"Okay then I'll bet for it," he smirks in an evil manner.

"You would bet for a cookie?"

"It's Oreos," he shrugs.

"Deal."

A/N: Another chapter! Sorry for the long update. I had a hard time planning this chapter but luckily I was able to write it. Don't forget to vote and comment. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Chapter questions:

1. What do you think is the reason for Nate's behavior?

2. What do you think Tristan and Hailey will bet on?

Comment and tell me what you think.

-Dee