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I was eight years old when I decided to be a superhero, but I turned ten my new goal was to be a firefighter; I turned twelve and saw darkness in the world so I decided to be the one who saved it one step at a time; then two years ago I was sixteen my- weird angsty phase- and I hated every fucking thing so much that I planned a Hitler move but this time I would erase the human race; but now, oh Christ now, at the age of eighteen all I want to do is take that little shit and fling him over the fucking Empire State building.

These things I wanted to be and do, all somehow related back to him. The one with the grey doe eyes, and chocolate brown hair.

I wanted to be a superhero when I saw him getting beaten to the ground by Luke and his hyenas; the firefighter was because of his house that burned down and killed his dog, Sea; a saver of Earth because he cried when he watched a rhino poached, and homeless, hungry kids; Hitler came the first time I heard him sobbing in the toilet, telling me how he tries to impress everyone but they still burned his car... And now my dream was to escape this shit hole but at the same time throw him over my shoulder and body slam him to death!

I just want to take--

Oh, you have to be kidding me! Really? Right in front of my fucking locker!

A high moan makes me loosen then tighten my grip on the door of my locker. I get I haven't been friends with anyone for nearly ten years but do they not have basic human decency?

The whole hallway stops to stare at the shameless couple playing trudge of war with each other's tongue, after watching for two minutes they all continue as if this was normal because it was.

Teenagers here will bang the teachers right in front of all to see. One time the principal and the previous leader of the cheer team were banging in his office, I know because everyone knows, we know because we heard it through the intercom! He is one kinky man for a forty-year-old.

Me being the asshole I am, I bang my locker so hard that it shakes the lockers next to it. The couple repels from each other, staring at me with shock or frustration. I don't care, damn it is still the first day of my last year of school yet I'm already drained.

The girl twirls her hair with a smirk, "Hey Mason." She giggles, I look at her boyfriend with a raised brow he simply shrugs and turns to leave not before patting her ass. "You look hot today." I want to cringe and fall to the floor but I have a reputation to keep, at least for a few more months.

"When do I not, beautiful?" I fake a smirk. Her cheeks glow hot pink as her giggles turn louder and I resist the temptation to strangle her, she takes it too far when she touches my chest with her red coloured witch nails trailing up and down. My stomach burns.

"Now now, angel. Not in school, I'll see you after classes. Yes?" I grab her wrist tightly letting bitter promises flow out of my lips, she nods so fast that I fear her head would fall off. I smirked once more and leave, nearly running to my history class.

I love history! It's my strongest suit right after English. Something about sitting down and reading about how different countries from different times lived their lives without the horror of technology, life back then looked so easy, hard yes but better than this.

I just adore learning about people's mistakes that created this shit of a generation. Oh and yes I get to judge them without someone calling me out (as if they could). Because bitch, history goes both ways, good and bad! Not to mention he is in this same class, a blessing bending with a curse.

I hide the bounce in my step as I walk into class, I instantly smile at the lovely sight of Ms Johnson. She's been the only person I could trust in this school for three years now, her personality was just so rare to find in this devil town.

She turns towards me and opens her arms immediately, "Mason! Look how tall you are!" I wrap my arms around her with a laugh.

"I'm still 6'1, Ms Johnson." I didn't do anything when the school closed other than secretly getting a job in the next town and making sure Mickey was okay so, me growing an inch is impossible. She playfully glares at me,

"Nonsense! You are at least 6'3 now, and for the last time call me Farren." I fast walk to my usual spot right in front of her desk where I love to be. She smiles at me, "I swear you come early just so you can sit next to me." I flip her off with a snort because it was true. No one is allowed to take my place in front.

Farren chuckles at me before turning around to write her everyday inspiration quote on the board for the ungrateful brats of Haven High School- the irony of the name is enough to physically choke me.

I watch Farren as she writes, her brunette hair shines as the sun radiates through her window, hair reaches her broad shoulders, the colour of her hair matches her hazel brown eyes, her skin soft and fair with a mole under her lip if you look close enough.

She is breathtaking, her hourglass figure made her a straight man's wet dream. I had a crush on her for a month but it didn't last cause my heart knows who it wants.

Stupid organ.

Farren is thirty years old but still looks twenty, honestly, I should just fall in love with her instead. Maybe if I made love to her I'll turn straight.

"By the way," the seriousness in her voice makes me sit up straight, "it's not Ms Johnson anymore." She faces me with a blinding grin and displays her hand that bounds a diamond ring, "It's Mrs Rolins to you now! He finally asked me to marry him!" She squeals so loud that my shock turns into horror as I cover my ears, I stand up anyways and hug her tightly.

"Congrats Farren! I'm so happy for you and George." I step back and sit down on my chair when I hear footsteps heading towards the classroom. She mouths a "thank you love" before turning and smiling at every demon that passes through.

I look at my desk with a frown. Well, there goes my plan on being straight. Running a hand through my wild pitch-black hair I sigh in defeat, I'm happy for them. George and Farren have been dating for five years now so, yay marriage!

Why now though? The timing is off, they better have their wedding before I leave or I'll be pissed. Wait, that means I'll have to buy a suit, two to be exact, but Michael can't come... No, of course, my baby brother can come, fuck anyone who looks at him weird!

I must have been spaced out for a long time because I missed what Farren was saying, she looks at me with concern probably because I wasn't one to drift off in her classes; annoyance passes her face because she hates it when people don't pay attention to her; and mischief clouds her hazel eyes, the evil glint in her eyes says it all.

"Are you alright Longwood?" That's when I know I'm fucked, she never, ever, calls me by my surname. It's a code... Jesus what is she going to do?!

I frown and glare, warning her that she shouldn't do something that gets her killed, "Yes, I'm fine. If you could please repeat yourself." My words silently meaning: lady, heaven so help me, I'll cut off your boobs.

She smiles even brighter,

"As I was saying, this semester you will have to pair up with each other. Now I carefully selected out your names in terms of fun! Yes, I said fun. It's your last year, I want to make it memorable." As she says this she looks at me, begging.

She goes behind her desk and pulls out a grey bowl, "In here is the name of your partners, you'll pull out a piece of paper and you'll sit with that person for the rest of the year. In my class." My heart drops.

No... I don't want to suffer the whole year with any one of these demons. I always do my projects alone.

"Peter sweetie, why don't you start us off?" The name rolls off her tongue with so much sweetness even for her. Did the proposal really make her that happy?

I look behind me to shamelessly stare at the boy with grey eyes and brown hair. He walks towards Farren with such grace that he made the queen of England second, his grey eyes look sliver as he smiles and runs a hand through his hair.

Heaven save me.

I watch as he pulls out a piece of paper from the bowl of Farren Failure. He unravels the paper and his clear skin crumples in confusion. He hands her the paper, "Does that mean I'll be partnering by myself?" What? Did he pick up his own name?

Farren laughs cheekily, "No. Try another one." She winks at him and he blushes. He was always so easy.

He nods and picks up a paper, unravelling slowly as something crawls at my chest.

"Oh." He frowns so deeply that the lines look permanent, he looks at me then at the paper then back at me. "Well, hello partner." He smiles and I want to bury myself.

What happens next is just so fucking cliche that I actually click my tongue, somehow, somewhere, the bowl Farren is holding falls to the floor. "Oops." She mutters, this devil. Peter gasps and tries to help her clean up the mess she so purposely dropped.

"No no no, it's fine. Just get the other bowl behind my desk, everyone comes to pick out a name and sit with your partner. Peter, go to Mason, I'll explain the project as soon as I clean this." She stares at me, her eyes smiling.

Peter wants to protest but she pushes him towards my desk and his back hits it. He turns around slowly before waving with a smile.

I hate him. The way he smiles at everything life throws at him. The way the sun melts in his eyes. The way he caresses his hair. The way he doesn't fucking respect my reputation, he's the only fucking one who isn't scared of me here, even Farren is scared of me I know that personally. He's the only one who knows me more than I know myself, vice versa. He's the only one who could look me in the eye so calm and collected while I'm an angered mess, he'll watch without backing away like a prey meeting eye to eye with its predator.

He's my opposite and I hate him for that. He makes me soft! Soft is weak! I'm not weak...I'm not allowed to be weak.

He doesn't notice my inner conflict and distress as he sits down on the desk next to me, his desk for the whole shitty year. Why did I tell Farren about my undying love for this boy? Who sent me to confess?

I mentally say a silent prayer in my head: Heavenly being above, send your celestial bodies beside you to kill me, for I will greatly sin.

All I want this year is to have Peter Jung away from me.

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