I turned slowly, thinking to myself maybe I could deny it or possibly make a run for it. Sadness filled me once I saw they were blocking the exit, or at least the hall leading to the exit.

"Yes..." I said cautiously, looking at the boy I was now starting to strongly hate.

This was the first time I actually got a good look at him. His eyes were green and gold, not boring. He had broad shoulders and black/brown hair, that was a little shaggy in a kind of cute way. he wore a black t-shirt and a faux leather jacket with a grey speckled hoodie inside. His clothes didn't look expensive. he wore an off brand pair of dark jeans and non descrete black sneakers. His bag though was from some sports company. 

"Ya....sorry bout that. But you gotta admit it was kinda funny," he said, chuckling towards the end of his sentence.

no, no it wasn't.

"Well you weren't the one getting spilled on." I stated, grumpily. I then closed my locker door, maybe a little to hard. Ok, so maybe I slammed it. "listen I gotta get going so if you can so kindly  scoot your kaboot outta here that would be great." 

"I think that was the nice way of her telling you to fuck off bro." 

I turned and shot a glare at his friends. A death glare. not knowing which one of the had said it since juice spiller over here was tall enough to block my whole vision of whats behind him. My back was against my locker and he stood a little to close for comfort. 

"Thank you for your sucky apology. Now can you please move out of the way so I can leave?" I asked, as kindly as my anger would let me.

"Fine, but first your going to tell me your name." He stated, crossing his arms over his chest with his friends copying his movement.

Some how his friends reminded me of the saying, 'monkey see, monkey do'. even one with blond hair and brown eyes tried to dress like juice boy wearing a similar faux leather jacket.

"And what? you're going to hold me captive if I don't juice boy?" I asked sarcastically.

his friends belt out laughing. "juice boy!" the screeched their big monkey boy bodies slamming and fist bumping. 

"Ok now you asked for it. I'm not moving" he replied back, a gleam to his eyes.

Ok, I was done talking. If he wouldn't let me leave i'll just have to make him.

I smirked, "so that's a no then?". And with that I stabbed my heal, of my boots, onto his foot with all my strength.

This would of worked if I actually had strength, balance and most importantly coordination.

I missed his foot completely, let out a shriek, and landed face first into his chest.

His arms came around me. A little to help me catch my balance, and a little out of reflex, I guess.

I pulled back immediately. My face as red as a tomato. His face was a little flushed too which surprised me but then realized i am not the lightest and it might have been a workout just to hold me up right. Oh gosh.

His friends were, of course, dying with laughter. I think some were even crying.

"Shut up," I growled shoving past him. I then ran to the exit, eager just to get out.

-some time later--

It was Wednesday morning now. I was sitting in my Period 2 geography class with Sandra.

"So the guy that was walking with mystery boy, you know the one I said I knew?" She asked, grinning.

I nodded remembering what guy she was referring too.

"Well get this," she leaned in, closer to me, "His name is Brent Ray. And I was right he didn't go to our school, well at least he didn't until 3 weeks a go."

"What do you mean?" I asked, not sure I was getting what was such a big deal when her voice insisted this was crucial information.

"He transferred here because he got expelled from his last school, oaks high. Apparently he sent a kid to the hospital. I've heard they were gonna send him to jail but his mom talked the cops out of it." She explained.

Though these were probably all rumours she picked up from the rumour mill, the thought of having a criminal walking the halls of our high school was unsettling.

"Find anything out about mystery boy?" I asked.

"Well of course but I didn't think you would wanna hear it. After all you said you didn't care who any of them were," she said smiling evilly.

"Well i'm tired of hearing about your obvious crush and would like to figure out the name of the boy I need to avoid for the rest my life." I said, annoyed and all in an angry puff of breath.

She glared at me and I had a sinking feeling that she was not going to tell me, or speak to me anytime soon. Because of what I just said.

Lunch came. And besides Sandra ignoring me, it was uneventful.

By the end of the day I hadn't seen any of them. Not mystery boy, or Brent Ray, or any of the three boys who had laughed at my dispense. I was relieved. Maybe all my avoiding and hiding was paying off, I thought happily to myself.

As I walked to my locker I noticed Della, Sadie, and Sandra waiting at my locker. They were holding there cellphones in there hands, staring and chattering amongst themselves about something. And for some reason a red flag went off in my mind. They didn't look to happy.

I approached them with caution.

"Hey guys, whats going on?" I asked, nervously.

"Why don't you see for yourself." with that Sadie, the one standing directly in front of my locker, moved to the side.

There, stuck to my locker, in a frilly pink paper heart was a printed picture of me in the arms of mystery boy. In the picture you could clearly see me and juice boy embracing in what looked to be an very intimate moment being shared between us. Posted so everyone who passed could see it. EVERYONE.

Does this boy have a death wish? Honestly every encounter I have with him, just pushes me closer to the point of breaking. And when I say breaking, I mean his neck.

I ripped it off my locker and crumpled it in my hands, "It's not what it looks like, honestly."

"Ok then how do you explain it? When was this picture even taken?" Della asked her arms crossed.

"And you better have a good one, cuz thats not the only picture of you to. Theres the same one posted on Facebook and Twitter." Sandra said, passing me her phone.

I grabbed it in a panic, "what!" Sure enough there it was, with ME TAGGED IN IT!

Now not only will the entire school think we're in some kind of relationship, because I honestly do have everybody on Facebook, and juice boy now, also knows my name.

I told them everything while walking out of the school. Sure enough once they heard what actually happened, they bursted out into laughter.

"Wait," said Della wiping a tear from her eye, "so your technically telling us you threw yourself at him?"

"Hope, didn't know you were that desperate," laughed Sadie, clutching her stomach.

"Trust me I would have to be at rock bottom to ever fall for that bastard." I say angrily, "I mean what the heck! He had no right to take a picture of me and then frigging posy it!"

"Actually he's not the one who took it or posted it," Sandra said, showing me her phone, "It was one of his friends named Alex Connway. I have english with the guy."

The profile picture showed a picture of a boy with blond hair and brown eyes, with skinny features. He was all to familiar. How? He was one of the guys who had laughed his head off at my dispense.

So maybe mystery boy had nothing to do with this dilemma, maybe.

Me and my friends would have to hunt him down friday to get the answers. Not only him though, but Alex Connway as well.

Then I remembered that Sandra knew who mystery boy actually was.

"Sandra, whats mystery boys name? And where the heck did he come from?" I asked, impatiently.

Finally i'll know something about this awful juice boy. How is someone suppose to be your enemy if you don't know who they even are? Now the battle grounds will be even.

-------------§--------§----------------

Hey! I didn't edit this one much, so sry if there are a lot of mistakes. Anyway hope you like it :) i'll right more when I can. Pls vote, comment or fan if you liked it