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Chapter Two-Fighting With Aaron*Christina's POV*
I sat down next to Aaron because, unfortunately, there weren't any other places in the room where the five of us could sit together. The teacher hadn't come in yet, so we were just talking and catching up.
"So, what did you guys do over the summer?" Anna asked.
"Absolutely nothing," Rachel and I replied at exactly the same time. We smiled and each other and started laughing.
"Okay. . . What about you guys?" Anna asked, turning to Shane and Mark. She was acting like she thought Rachel and I were obnoxious, but I knew she would be acting just like us in a few moments.
I looked around the room for anyone else nice to talk to, and, finding no one, decided to take a look at my schedule.
Homeroom Baxter-Rm 253
Honors Physics Watson-Rm 721
Honors Spanish IV Knox-Rm 300
Honors Trigonometry Jones-Rm 655
Orchestra Williamson-449
Swimming Davis-Pool
Honors History Brown-Rm 536
Honors English Cole-Rm 890
Yes! I have like all the best teachers. Well, almost all the best. There was one exception: Ms. Can't-teach-for-beans-Cole. It's cool, though, because I was pretty good at English. I'd survive. . . I hope.
My school's kind of strange. I'm the only person I know, besides people from my school, that has swimming as a class. Then again, I could just be living in a bubble.
I glanced at everyone's schedule around me. Anna, Rachel, Shane, and Mark had four or five classes with me. Then, subconsciously, I looked over at Aaron Lawrence's schedule. My jaw dropped. He had ALL of his classes with me except Orchestra, thankfully. Nope, he wasn't really a musical person. This was NOT cool. How the heck was I supposed to survive a full year with him? He saw me looking and smirked at me. I glared at him.
"What's wrong? Can't stand a little competition?" he jeered.
"I'll tell you once I FIND some competition," I shot back.
"Arrogance never did any good for anyone," he commented.
"My thoughts exactly. You think you can be competition for me? Now THAT'S arrogance. Listen to what's coming out of your own mouth, would you?"
"Not very different from what's coming out of yours."
"Whatever," I shouted.
"Can't find a comeback?"
"No, just don't feel like wasting my breath on you."
"Sure."
"Shut up, you ass!"
"Bitch!"
"Dick!"
"Slut!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"You!"
"Why don't you both shut the fuck up!" Rachel shouted.
We both looked at her, surprised.
"Yeah, you heard me," she said, "It's the first day of school, and you guys are already at each other's throats. Could you just stop arguing for a minute?"
I knew it was a rhetorical question, but I really thought about it. COULD we stop arguing for a moment? Well, it hasn't happened since third grade. It was the first day of school, and I didn't know anyone. Then, Aaron just came up to me, and looked at me like I was an alien and shouted, "Ew! It's a girl." He pushed me into the mud and ran off. I know, petty thing to hold a grudge over, but from that point on, I didn't like him, and for some reason, he reciprocated my malevolence towards him. Then, every year was the same. We fought at just about every moment possible. If we really tried, we probably could be friends, but we never DID try. Sometimes I think we should, and then I shake the idea out of my head and blame it on my minimal amount of sleep.
*Aaron's POV*
That bitch. Ugh, I hate her. She just had to get in a fight with me once she got to school. Ever since I met her in third grade, she hated me. Needless to say, the rest of the day didn't go so great either. I even have a bruise on my leg from when she "accidentally" kicked me when we were playing water polo in Swimming after having practice. I was pretty surprised, not only by how hard she could kick, but also by the fact that she DID kick me. Up until now, it had always been little word wars, mean glances, and trying to outdo each other or embarrass each other–nothing physical. I swam after, trying to get back at her. She's pretty fast, though.
"What? Can't catch me?" she teased.
"Oh, I'll catch you."
"Yeah, right," she said, before taking off again, kicking a jet of water in my face.
"Fuck," I muttered and chased after her.
Five minutes later, class had ended, and I still hadn't taken my revenge, seeing that she had decided to hide behind her friend, Mark.
"I'm going to get you one day," I threatened.
"Yeah, whatever."
"I will, and none your little friends will be there for you to hide behind."
"If they're so little, how come you can't get past them?" she asked pointedly.
"Whatever," I said, before trudging off.
"That's what I thought," I could hear her murmur to herself.
*Christina's POV*
I walked away, mentally praising myself for putting in those long hours working on my breaststroke kick. I guess it really did pay off. And not only did I KICK Lawrence, but I left a bruise, too. Maybe I should work on my freestyle kick more and spew water in his face, causing temporary blindness. It wouldn't be as fun working on freestyle, though. I had no problem with breaststroke, because it was my favorite stroke. I just realized that you can do a lot of damage to someone in the pool. I know, malevolent thoughts, but I can't help it. Just thinking about him makes my blood boil. Okay, slowly calming down.
"Whatcha doing?!" someone yelled in my ear. I jumped like five feet in the air.
"Oh my god, what is wrong with you?! You freaking maniac! You don't go around yelling in people's ears!" I screamed, turning around, and guess who was standing there.
Mr. Swimming-is-my-entire-life himself, undoubtedly trying to scare the living daylights out of me.
"I told you I'd get you back," he replied matter-of-factly and on his heel and left.
"Ugh!" I shouted, stomping hard on the ground.
AN: I hope this was long enough for all you guys constantly bugging me about making my chapters longer.