Cosmic

Rodney Moore

If you could describe the most perfect thing in the world to me, I'd probably wouldn't agree with you. To be honest, I don't think there is such a thing as 'perfection'. It's not there, people are just deluded to believe that it is. I wouldn't change my mind because I know for a fact that nothing in this world is near perfect.

I am the definition of imperfection. I've been told this a lot, people have laughed at the fact that I happen to still watch cartoons that are a little young for me. They laugh at the fact that I like cuddly toys. And before you get the wrong idea, no, I'm not a girl.

I'm a boy, a 17-year old boy who apparently according to everyone else should be more interested in something like football than toys. But I wouldn't be any different. You'd think I might want to change myself, to fit in. That, however, is impossible. I wouldn't be excepted even if I decided to be a little more manly. They have other reasons to hurt me.

I wasn't always like this, so insecure of myself that I couldn't trust anyone. Actually, I was quite confident. I had a bunch of friends that I thought would never leave my side. How wrong I was. You think someone is your friend then they go and do something that's like a stab in the back. I've realized that everything has a cause. The reason for many people hating me points to one person only.

I've never hated someone so much in my life. Yes, hate is a strong word. Of course it is. But when this person has treated you shit for three whole years and started so many rumours about you that you've lost count then you have to hate them. They make you hate them. I thought maybe I could do something about it. But no, this person would rather see my face in the dirt than try to console with him.

The thing is I don't know what I did to be treated this way. I'm a nice person, I'm usually friendly with everyone.

Maybe it was the fact I told my friend that I caught him cheating on his girlfriend. What I said had spread and he was rumoured as not only 'the bad ass' type but also the kind of person who'd sleep with anyone.

That's probably a very legitimate reason.

I didn't mean for anything to go to far. Of course I didn't. I'm not someone who likes to snitch on others. It's always been just a stupid misunderstanding. I've told him this but he doesn't care. He's always wearing that cocky smirk because he's happy that he has someone to torture. I'm just unlucky. He has a reason to do this to me. That's why I wish I wasn't so unbelievably stupid.

He's the most well-known person in this school. Prosper Sullivan. He's the type that would probably play the heart-throb in a teen film as well as the evil mastermind. Because he's definitely two things: hot and evil.

While I, Rodney Moore, am an outcast. Hated my most people of my school. I'm the little freak that people stay away from. I'm the one who gets pushed around and called 'faggot' nearly every day of my life. I'm the one who wishes the roles were switched and Prosper was in my position.

A guy can only dream though.

The only thing getting me through everyday is one person: Ava Jason. My best friend for an extremely long time. I've known her ever since we were little and we always stick together. When my other so-called friends left me due to not so true rumours she stayed by me. She trusted me. That's why no one could replace her. Even when she found out I was gay she didn't give a damn. She just smiled at me like she knew it all along.

Both of us thought I'd never come out of the closet. I only found out I was gay when I started having feelings for someone. I never was really interested in girls that much but I hadn't thought I'd ever be attracted to guys. Boy, was I wrong.

This is what makes my story even worse. It's not the fact that I am probably the only gay person in a school of homophobes. No, the worse part is who I like.

I don't even want to think about it right now.

Ava knows. She told me in these exact words something I really didn't want to hear, "There's a thin line between love and hate, Rodney."

I didn't want to except it, but I know she was right. I wish she had been wrong and that I hadn't realized just how he made me feel. But it was too late at that part. I knew for sure though that nothing would change. Of course, it wouldn't. Not when we're literally arch-enemies.

Figured out who I've fallen for?

I know, I was really shocked when I figured it out.

Prosper fucking Sullivan.

Heaven help me now.

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"And then I looked up and there was this bucket above my head. Don't you think that's a little old. I ended up dodging it and one of the prankers got wet instead. Idiots! Hey, Rod, you listening?" Ava rambled on as she looked at me with curious eyes.

Being the two outcasts of our school we do get these silly pranks a lot. But Ava just makes it all out to be just a ridiculous joke. While I get offended very easily. She always manages to be the last one laughing. She usually is able to get the jerks away when they try and do anything to me. But without her I'm kind of helpless. I really sound like a worthless person now depending on a girl.

I hadn't been listening at all to her conversation. We were in my bedroom, it being a Saturday afternoon. I was holding onto a whale plushy she had bought me a few years back. It was multi-coloured, like a rainbow. I smirked as I pretended that the little whale was swimming as I poked Ava on the head with the whale. Yes, I'm childish. So what?

She gave me a glare as she grabbed for the whale and threw it to the other side of the room.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, "You threw Cosmos!"

She snorted folding her arms obviously not giving a damn about the toy. With that, I decided to get my revenge as I pulled out a pillow and whacked her with it. She just sat there, shocked, until her fingers found another pillow near her and she hit me back.

I love our silly kid-like behaviour.

We were now into an all pillow-fight war, her giggling and me sending her frequent threats. Before long, she gave in holding her hands up in defeat.

"Rodney! Could you and Ava please keep it down!" my mother yelled from downstairs.

Both of us immediately fell silent until I shouted back to her, "Fine! We're just leaving then!"

Ava looked at me questioningly as I just shrugged. We couldn't completely have fun with my mum shouting at me every five seconds. Ava grabbed her coat and I grabbed a beanie as we made our way downstairs. I opened the door as we were faced with the cold winter weather.

Just looking at it made me wonder if I should just re-think it. But, what the hell, who cares if there's snow on the ground everywhere. We could have a snowball war. That sounded rather appealing. Ava seemed to get the same idea as she was grinning at me in a mischievous way. We headed out as I closed the door behind me.

We ended up in the nearest park, Ava was making me push her on the swing as she squealed like a five year old girl. She was quite immature for her age, but I guess that's what made her so fun to be around. Ava started rambling on about something and I decided to make her shut up.

So I pushed the seat as high as it would go as she fell off. I was laughing, but she definitely wasn't. She had a pissed off expression on her face as she leaned down. I knew what was coming next. Before I could apologize a snowball was hurtling towards my face. It hit me square on the nose.

And that's how we started the snowball fight war. Both of us threatening each other and giggling at the same time. It would have gone on for a long time with no victor. But God wanted to make my life hell.

As I threw another snowball at Ava, she ducked. I didn't notice until that moment who exactly was approaching. I probably would have easily blanked him. No, I wouldn't. Of course I would have noticed him eventually. But I didn't want to give him a reason to kill me. The snowball I had thrown was now a wet mess on his jacket. He glared at me; daggers for eyes.

We stood there in silence for a few seconds. I was cowering, wondering what he would do. And he looked like he could strangle me. Ava, on the other hand, didn't look intimidated at all.

Prosper was on his own today, no posse following him like he was a leader. But still, just because it was two against one didn't mean the odds were in our favor.

Finally, Prosper broke the silence. Not that I was thrilled either.

"Moore, you're going to get it," he threatened through gritted teeth.

I was sure he wasn't joking. He wiped the now melting snow ball off him as he began to come closer. Ava looked at me, she was now showing the emotion I had expected to see. She looked scared.

"Ah, Rod. My mum wants me home, BYE!" she ran away before waving at me and leaving me alone to whatever Prosper was planning to do.

But I think it's something to do with his fist connecting with my face.

It wasn't like I did it on purpose. Of course the whole thing was kind of funny. But this wasn't a moment for laughing.

"Look, Prosper. I didn't mean to do that, really," I tried to convince him.

He sneered at me, he was now only a few inches away. If this wasn't a moment where I knew I'd be beaten up, I might have blushed. Might.

"Too late for apologies. I've been wanting to ruin that face of yours, this is my chance."

Oh, yay. He wanted to ruin my face. But I wasn't just going to stand there while he punched me. Heck no.

I saw him lift up his fist ready to hit me. I don't know how I did it. But I ended up having the tables turned. I grabbed the arm that was going to hit me as I punched him instead. He fell backwards, his eyes wide as his hand touched his now bleeding and probably broken nose. He looked shocked. I had the same reaction. I had no idea where that came from. I don't really believe in violence. I'm not the violent type. Especially hitting Prosper. He's never done it before, I guess I was just scared. But this is Prosper the guy who I like for some oddly strange reason that I just can't fathom. I hit him. He didn't move from his spot, I didn't expect him too.

"Crap, I'm sorry!" I apologized.

He just stared at me like I had lost my mind.

"Why the heck are you sorry? I wanted to hit you remember?"

Oh, yeah. He was right. Why was I even apologizing. This bastard deserves it.

"I think you broke my nose," he touched his nose and winced.

"Good," I muttered but he had heard me as he looked at me with hatred.

He seemed quite disorientated as he tried to stand up.

"So what are you going to do now?" he asked.

I didn't understand what he was going on about. He was talking like I had to do something about that broken nose of his. I wasn't going to do anything. He deserved that and more.

"Nothing, why should I?"

"You hit me!"

I snorted, "Only because you were going to punch me first."

He became speechless as his eyes fell to the snow covered ground. It had gone back to that eerie silence. And for the first time in my whole life, I felt pity for him. I don't know really. I was the one who gave him that injury. But it just obscured his perfect face. It didn't look right at all. Maybe this was his whole plan. I didn't care. I sighed, digging my hands into my coat pockets.

"Fine, come on," I instructed.

You're probably thinking I'm absolutely crazy. I'm letting my sworn enemy follow me into my house. First of all, he doesn't even know where I live. The fact that he will now should dawn on me. I wouldn't be safe at home. But I've lost it all, my mind I mean. I opened the door, shouting to my mother who seemed to be absent now. We went into my kitchen as I asked him to sit on one of the chairs. He sat on the table instead. He looked at me smugly, a smirk appearing on his lips. It looked really odd with all the blood trickling down from his nose. I searched around the kitchen for some kitchen towel as I found it. I was now in front of him not exactly liking the idea of sticking it up his nose.

"So, you wanna do the honors?" I asked.

He shrugged but didn't take the kitchen towel from me. I sighed once again ripping the kitchen towel as I leaned forward and started to wipe away the blood that was underneath his nose. This was extremely awkward, especially with the close proximity and how if I slipped I'd probably fall right onto his lap. I blushed at the thought and hoped he didn't notice. I finished as I stood back. I thought for a second he'd take my help for granted and beat me in my own house. I expected something like that from him. Instead, he looked at me with a mixed expression.

"Thanks, Rodney."

I hadn't expected him to say that.

"Did you just apologize me?" I said not believing what he had just done, "The Prosper Sullivan apologizing. Well I'll be damned."

He glared at me, "Watch it, Rodney."

At least he had actually learned my name. Before he just called me names and sometimes even my second name. Never had he called me by my first name. It sounded really odd coming from those lips.

My eyes drew his lips immediately as I thought it. What would it be like to kiss him? The thought of it was making me even more lustful.

I shook my head, shaking the images out of my mind. I didn't need to think about that right now. Not when we were alone, in my house. First of all, he needed to leave. He was not going to find out about my so-called crush on him. Definitely not.

"Well, if you want to leave you can," I said.

'Want'. Crap, I was unknowingly give him a chance to stay. What was wrong with me? Before he could say anything, I practically sprinted out of the room and up the stairs. I hoped he'd leave, he wouldn't question my weird behaviour. I kind of wanted him to forget all of this strange kindness we both had adopted. Because I knew as soon as tomorrow began he'd be back to his normal bastard-like self.

Prosper Sullivan
A smirk appeared on my face, stretching itself into an evil grin. The person on the floor began to tremble, knowing that this look I was giving them wasn't good. I was angry, I couldn't help it. Red was clouding my eyes and all I wanted is to feel strong. Like I meant something to the world. Every hit, every punch, I felt a feeling of ecstasy pass through me.

You may think I'm mad, psychotic even, but it's better like this. My victim today, I vaguely remembered he was two years below me. He made me want to hit him because he said something that I didn't like. That's how it works. You offend me, I give you hell. They all know this, but there's always a few idiots who don't listen until it's too late. Like this boy for example.

I didn't know him before. I didn't even know his name. Not like it was important or anything. He knew what was coming. I could tell by the way his eyes widened as I leaned forward until we were both on the same level. I looked at him straight into the eyes, my cold emotionless eyes reflected in his. That's when I hit him. I punched him until he was flailing across the room. He hit his head on the wall, blood slowly trickling from his forehead.

This is what power felt like. This is what I wanted. I never want to feel like that again. After that day, when that little thing managed to hit me, I've been wanting to vent my anger out on something. The truth was, even though I threatened to hit him, I couldn't actually do it. I probably wouldn't even slap him.

You're probably wondering how I can hit this innocent person but I can't punch the living daylights out of him. It's simple. I may act like I'm the king of this school. I may treat him and his friends like shit, but I don't do it just because. There's always a reason for everything.

To start off with, it was purely because he pissed me off. And when people annoy me, I have to get my revenge. But this wasn't what happened. I didn't get my revenge. I kind of lost myself instead.

His name is Rodney Moore. Not many people would know him, because he's a complete outcast. If they did know him, it would only because I torment him so much. But in reality, he's just a nobody to everyone.

Well, expect he's not a nobody to me. He's actually someone who plays an important role in my life. And god, before you start getting ahead of yourself, I don't like him. No, because the truth is, why would I? He's a scrawny 5''2, who looks like he should be 13 not 17.

And I've heard rumors too. He apparently collects toys, like a girl, but you know what? This doesn't weird me out at all. I don't annoy him, be nasty to him, ridicule him for just that reason. Because all of that, from being small to the stupid freaking toys, makes him seem unbelievably cute in my eyes.

I hate that he is like that and as I have problems with my anger, I blame my weird feelings on him. Hence the hate. I wouldn't actually say it to his face though. I wouldn't say that I think he is cute. He'd laugh at me, and that would be awkward.

He makes me want to hate him. I can't help it. I feel that that is the only way I can get his attention. Yes, I'm an attention seeker. And I'm not afraid to show it.

I looked at the mess in front of me. That boy I punched was now trying to get it up, but he kept on slipping. He didn't look up at me, though I could tell he was crying. I'm not a sympathetic person so that didn't do anything to me. Instead, I let out a snort and kicked him in the stomach making him double over. I grabbed him by his collar as I pulled him up, he had his eyes screwed shut.

Just when I was about to land the final blow I heard voices. This was a school after all. I sometimes get carried away and don't notice my surroundings. I gritted my teeth, looking behind me and then to the punk I had in my hand.

"You're lucky," I spat at him as I dropped him to the ground.

He scuttled away immediately not looking back as he ran out of the room. I was sure to find him again and finish it. He wasn't getting away easy.

"You're such a great friend and all. Leaving me alone to get killed by Prosper fucking Sullivan. Note the damn sarcasm!" a voice said sarcastically.

I turned around, recognizing the voice immediately. I rolled my eyes, just what I needed. I didn't feel like seeing him again after yesterday. Not only did he lower my status down by actually hitting me, but he let me into his home. Who the heck does that? Of course, Rodney. Because he's an idiot.

I heard his friend's voice, who I remembered to be called Ava, "Well you didn't get killed, so everything is alright then!"

Rodney gave out an exasperated sigh as they entered the classroom. As soon as he entered his eyes locked with mine. He froze immediately, his mouth slightly agape as his eyes traveled down to my hand. I realized what he was looking at. The blood, of course. He scowled, seeming to realize what I had just been doing as he walked over to his desk.

Our chemistry teacher came in as he asked the students who had begun to enter to take their seats. I headed for my seat at the far back pulling out the chair before the teacher stopped me.

"Sullivan, I don't want you sitting there again ignoring me. Sit near the front," he paused looking around at the empty seats, "Next to Moore, please."

Rodney looked up then, his face draining of all color. He seemed to hate this idea. He looked at Ava with a worried look on his face but both said nothing. I didn't feel like arguing back to the teacher. So I did what I was told. Besides, this way I can irritate him. I smirked at this thought as I walked over to where the desk was.

I looked at Rodney now sitting next to me as I pulled out the chair and sat down. I leaned forward, placing my head on my palm.

"Hello, Rodney," I grinned.

He grimaced at me, "Still got a shitty nose after I punched you, Sullivan?"

I clenched my fists trying to calm myself down. I didn't need to lash out at him. He was trying to rile me up, he wasn't going too. I was the king of this place. He was just nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"You should be glad I didn't ruin that pretty little face of yours after you did that. Because I was really thinking about it," I threatened.

Rodney was about to come back with a come-back when he paused. That pissed off look turned into something that I found very familiar. Something that appeared on my lips a lot. He was smirking. A cheeky but evil smirk. It looked damn sexy on him.

"You just called my face pretty," he pointed out.

My eyes widened a little, "I did not."

Rodney leaned towards me, no longer scared of me. Which he should definitely be. I was very close to forgetting that we were in school.

"Oh, Prosper. Don't try and deny it. You think I'm hot, don't you?" he questioned.

He was really over his head.

"Watch it, Moore. If you keep on talking ludicrous then I won't hold myself back," I paused, "And yeah, if hot means damn right ugly."

He looked a little offended at this as he pouted, "I hate you."

Well, guess what? I really wished that wasn't true. First of all, I don't want him to actually despise me. But then again, he said it in a joke-y way. I don't really understand him.

"I hate you even more."

Because that wasn't true either.

He turned away to look at the board leaving me to stare at him wondering what it would be like to hear the words, "I love you," come out of that pretty little mouth.
-

Sometimes I wonder why so many people want to be popular. I think, personally, it's better if you're not. If your popular, you're friends aren't really your friends. Most of them are just idiots who are scared of you because of the fact that you have enough strength to kill them. A lot of them want to be like you, they admire you. Others just want to use you to get to the top. My so-called friends all fit into one of these categories.

I'm sitting around a table full of these type of people. They try to talk to me, to get my opinion. But secretly, I hate them all. I wouldn't care if I was left alone, because I don't need to have that kind of company.

"So, Prosper?" one of the jocks of their group asked, his name was Kyle, "Any plans what we're going to do to that little faggot?"

I looked at him, confused, "Who are you talking about?"

Kyle gave me a look like I was crazy. He rolled his eyes, ignoring what I just said. He stated the next thing like it was obvious.

"Rodney Moore, of course."

Firstly, I wanted to hit him for calling him a faggot. Then I remembered that I was the first one who called him that, hence why Kyle was calling Rodney that now. But still, I didn't like it. Who cares if he was gay.

Although I don't think he is. But who knows. I'm not interested in it. Certainly not interested in going in a group to do anything to Rodney. If I wanted to vent my anger it would be different, much different. And before you start thinking dirty things, just stop.

"No, I can't be bothered," I answered him.

They all seemed to be shocked at this statement. Now they were looking at me like I wasn't Prosper Sullivan. It was like they thought I had abducted him and replaced him. Just because I didn't want to irritate or beat up Rodney for one day. They had to stop jumping to conclusions. I hoped they'd all stay silent and not say anything. But there's always one who doesn't do as told.

"Figures. Sullivan's gone soft. It's probably because Rodney punched him," he sniggered.

They all joined in, laughing at me. I gave Kyle a deathly glare my eyes filling with hate. They all began to go silent except from Kyle who wouldn't get the message and was still laughing. He didn't know what he was in for, did he? I stood up as I grabbed him ready to inflict him with a punch. He winced, I could feel it again that familiar feeling of excitement. That devil on my shoulder was screaming at me: hit him, he deserves it!

I would have, I knew if I had done it then and there I would have punched him. Or maybe even worse. But then there's always something that has to happen to stop me. He's like something that calms me down. Because as soon as he stepped into the room, my negative thoughts were no longer directed towards this guy, but him.

I let go of the idiot as he fell onto his chair not saying a word as he followed my gaze. This time, Rodney was alone. He didn't have his little friend with him. Rodney now looked at me, our eyes locking. They were all looking at me now, expecting me to do something. So I did.

I began to walk up to him, he didn't look away. We were now face to face, his eyes calculating me. I leaned forwards becoming overwhelmed in his overpowering scent.

"Outside. Right now," I ordered whispering into his ear.

He didn't make any fuss like I supposed he would. Instead he just nodded. We walked outside of the room. I could feel the whole rooms eye's burning into my back. They were wondering what I was going to do. Probably expecting I was going to beat him up. What I was going to do was far from that.

We were now alone in the hallway. Rodney seemed a little uncomfortable not really sure what was going on.

"What do you want, Prosper?" he questioned.

That was a question I really couldn't answer.

"You may think this is crazy, coming from me. But I really don't want to hurt you."

He snorted, clearly not believing a word I just said. He was looking around now probably hoping one of his friends would come and save him from this awkward feeling we had both delved ourselves into.

He looked back at me his eyes going dark with resentment, "Too bad. You already have. Maybe not physically. But verbally and mentally."

His gaze dropped to the floor not wanting to look at my face. I don't even know why I treated him that bad. I wanted to get his attention. I wanted to be part of his life somehow. I'm just a little deranged in doing it.

I have a secret. A huge secret that no one knows but only me. I'm usually crap at keeping them. I always have been.

Rodney isn't just a face in a crowd of people. He's always what I see. A face I can't get out of my head.

"I don't hate you either," I told him looking into his eyes to see what his reaction would be.

Because I love you.

Have you ever had that feeling when the only thing on your mind was that person? You're alone with them, you could do anything, tell them anything. It would be something kept between the two of you. Because what I wanted to do now could not be seen by anyone else. That was definite. But I had to do it. I had that powerful urge to just lean towards him and take my chances. Because I wanted to feel what his lips felt pressed to mine.

"That's hard believe," he paused, "But whatever. I'm not expecting to be friends with you but not being arch-enemy's sounds alright. I guess. Though I still sort of resent you."

He shrugged a tiny smile beginning to form on his lips. He began to turn around to go back to the food hall, away from me.

"You were right about before," I was going to take my chances, "You are hot."

He stopped in his tracks and I began to wonder whether he'd run away from me and switch the roles so I became the freak. But instead he swiveled around, the biggest smirk on his lips. His eyes glistened in the light as he licked his lips.

"I knew I was right."
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Rodney Moore
It was really a surprise that Rodney Moore and Prosper Sullivan could actually come to an alliance. I was still wondering if this was just a crazy dream I would wake up from sooner or later. Because the thought of me and Prosper being anything but enemies just didn't seem right. If you've learned to hate someone for so long, it's hard to stop doing that.

I'd probably be fine with the fact that he doesn't want to make my life hell anymore. But then he goes and does something that confuses me entirely. I'm a tease, yeah I know that. But when I said I knew he thought I was hot, I was only joking. I didn't suspect that this was true. I'm still fazed at the thought. No one else knows but me that Prosper thinks I'm attractive.

I don't even think I'm that attractive, let alone hot. I've never been told anything positive about me from Prosper. It's usually, 'hey ugly faggot' not anything to do with how hot I am. It's ridiculous that I'm so worked up about this. Shouldn't I be happy? I've liked Prosper for such a long time, of course he doesn't know, but still. It's just weird his perspective of me is different than it was just two days ago when he was shoving me into lockers.

Doesn't that just seem really odd to you? That's why I can't trust him. I'd like to think he's suddenly become a good guy, but he's not. He is a bad boy, through thick and thin. I don't think me punching him and then being nice to him will change his attitude. That's just impossible.

I've talked to Ava about it. I had to, she's my best friend, she is the one I go in this sort of dilemma. I knew Prosper probably wouldn't care if I told her that we were now no longer at each others throat. Wait, let me re-phrase that, he's no longer at my throat.

I was just one of his poor little victims. I can't stand up for myself, so I let him bully me and ridicule me for years. Ava kept on telling me that I had to do something. But of course, I was just a wimp. When I told her about this sudden change, she seemed to be quite puzzled too. We both were thinking the same thing: something is not quite right with this.

It's hard for me to believe that he actually wants to be nice to me now.

I guess I was right about that.

Prosper did say he doesn't hate me and maybe that was true. But that didn't mean his friends wouldn't stop their hating. Prosper didn't do anything either. They all thought he was crazy, not joining in on their fun to ridicule me. He just shrugged and walked away. It was strange.

Then, in biology he actually sat next to me. He never does that. Well, not unless he's forced too. But he actually walked into the classroom, saw me sitting by myself because Ava wasn't in this class and sat down right next to me. He didn't look at me, but there was a hint of mischief beginning to surface in his eyes.

"What the hell are you doing?" I questioned which made him look at me.

He turned to face me, his eyebrows raised, "Taking a seat."

I could obviously tell the sort of tone he was using. He was trying to annoy me. So much for trying to bury the hatchet. But, then again, this is what Prosper does. He's an arrogant git to his victims and his friends. Of course, why didn't I realize that? But still, I wasn't going to take any of his bullshit.

"Yeah, well why there?"

He looked amused, which isn't a fact I liked. When he was amused it usually meant bad news for me. But hell was that smirk damn sexy.

"Is this seat reserved for anyone?" he enquired.

"No."

He snorted, "Then I can sit here, thank you very much."

That wasn't the answer I was looking for. I wanted to know why he wanted so much to sit next to little old pathetic me. Didn't that kind of ruin his reputation? If I was him, I wouldn't want to sit next to me. I'm an outcast, usually if you talk to me or are associated with me in any way you become one too.

We were quiet for nearly the rest of the lesson. I kept on looking at Prosper from the corner of my eye. I couldn't help it. I was just curious.

I loved watching the way his fringe slid over his eyes when he was writing and he'd have to sweep it away with that cute frown on his face. Oh gosh. I had to stop this.

I looked away quickly hoping he wouldn't do anything else to interest me. I felt something hit the back of my head as I glared at Prosper. He pointed at a little note that was on the table. It had been scrunched up, but obviously Prosper had written on it. I opened it up my eyebrows furrowing as I read on.

What are you doing after school today?

I peered over at Prosper who was too busy taking notes to notice I was staring at him questioningly. Like I said, this was too odd. I replied back anyway.

Nothing. What are you planning? To get your cronies to torture me?

I didn't mean to write that. But I kind of wanted to know if he had any ulterior motive. I'm aware this is the wrong away to go about it. But I had to know. I chucked it back at him as he picked it up and opened it. I watched his reactions carefully.

I thought he might shout at me or look at me with an arrogant smirk on his face that would confirm that he wasn't different at all. But instead he laughed. Not a bastard-like laugh but a nice one, the kind that stayed inside your mind once it was gone. He had a lovely laugh, it was high and musical. I liked it.

He wrote something down and gave it back to me this time. I noticed how he didn't chuck it at me like before.

Do you really think I'm that evil? Seriously, Rodney. I just wanted to get to know you, now that we're not enemies.

I replied back straight away already knowing what I wanted to say.

It doesn't matter if you're not a rude ass bitch to me anymore. You're still evil in my eyes. And yeah, we could do something. What did you have in mind?

He smirked when he read it. But not his cocky bastard smirk. It was a confident sort of smirk. If that's what you'd call it. I was a little unsure of the way he was acting now. Maybe I should have said no. Ava would have told me to say no. But I just had to be too overwhelmed by his gorgeousness. Damn. I need to think before I act.

This time he didn't write back a note. Instead he leaned over whispering in my ear. His lips were pressing down on my earlobe, I imagined I had gone bright red at that point.

"Whatever you want to do," he whispered as he leaned backward and winked at me.

He fucking winked at me.

I realized something. Prosper Sullivan was flirting with me. That wasn't what I'd expect him to do on our first days of being 'not enemies'. Jesus. He gave me a mini heart attack.

I knew I was still red. I knew if I looked at him he would be smirking. Because he could probably tell how much I wanted to grab him and kiss him right there or maybe even more.

I knew for certain that agreeing to do anything with him was a bad idea. I'd already dug my own grave. But there was nothing I could do now. Besides, who cares if he's playing with me. Because he won't achieve a single thing.

Biology went past pretty quickly. Probably because of the fact I couldn't concentrate the whole time. I felt extremely claustrophobic even though mine and Prosper's seat were not extremely close. But he kept on nudging my knee with his knee and that was making me go insane.

He had to know I liked him. He wouldn't be doing this if he was clueless about that fact, right? I was glad to get out of there though. Away from Prosper and to Ava, my safe haven. She looked at me strangely, noticing how flustered I had become.

"What's gotten you all hot and bothered?" she asked.

I could have lied. But it was just the way she phrased it that made me remember some thoughts I had in that room and Prosper practically tearing apart any sane thought inside my head. Ava had to know the truth. I wasn't going to lie to her. There was no point.

One word. One simple but irritating word.

"Prosper."

She raised her eyebrow and looked at me like she knew this all along.

"What did he do?" she enquired.

I shook my head, walking past her and out of the corridor, "You don't want to know."

But Ava did want to know. She had always been one for gossip. So of course I had to tell her even if it was forced. She just smiled at me, a glint of something I just couldn't put my finger on in her eyes.

"He totally likes you!" she exclaimed.

I choked on her words. Was she crazy? That thought was impossible.

"Prosper Sullivan does not like me. That's just ridiculous."

She waved a finger in my face, "I don't think so. He's clearly flirting with you. Maybe he liked you before your little alliance happened."

"No way. He's straight anyway."

Ava didn't look convinced. But she didn't question the conversation any further. She was grinning at me and not saying a word.

Ava couldn't be right. I knew he was straight. I don't think he has shown any interest in boys before. Although, I haven't seen him to show interest in anyone, boy or girl.

But what if he wasn't straight. What if he actually liked me?

No, Rodney. You're sinking yourself into a bloody fairy tale. Besides, the thought of me and Prosper together, it would never happen. He had to much pride. He cared what others thought, that's why he was popular.

I don't know. I really don't know.

The rest of school went past quickly. Ava made my day worse by that suggestion about Prosper. I couldn't think straight let alone actually listen to the teachers. I kept on getting told off and having to apologize half-heartedly. I was dreading seeing Prosper. I don't know why but I just felt insecure around him because of what had been told about him and the way he acted. I still thought he couldn't be trusted, I still thought he was hot, but I didn't think I could stand to be around him for long without finally breaking under pressure.

That's why when I met him outside of the school gate, I couldn't form any coherent words. Nothing I was saying made sense. I must have seemed so idiotic. He caught up on this as well, speaking my mind.

"Speak properly, stupid. I can't tell what the hell you are saying," he snorted.

Of course he still wasn't completely nice to me. He'd call me stupid or idiot or dumb ass once in a while. Because that's what I was. Really and unbelievably stupid.

"It's nothing," I mumbled.

He shrugged seeming to dismiss my lack of speech, "So, should we go around yours?"

I looked up at him then my eyes growing wide. Two images flash between my eyes. One that was innocent and another that wasn't. The first image was the fact that I had a huge collection of toys. I did not want him to see that, he'd think I was an obsessive girl like freak. The second image, you can imagine that for yourselves.

I wanted to say no, to shout it in his face and run away. But then he'd think I was like some kind of nutter. But as soon as I looked up into his eyes, those beautiful orbs of outstanding blue, I couldn't look away. So my brain basically turned to mush and I didn't think about what I was saying before it was too late.

"Yeah, sure," I answered.

He smiled, making me feel like my legs were going to collapse. What's with this? I hate the fact he's made me feel this way. Of course I liked him, but he's increased that by 10. I'm not even joking. His attention is to much for me. Heck, I like it. But it's making me go crazy.

The journey my house wasn't far. We didn't say anything at all. Which I was kind of glad about to be honest. But I really didn't know what to do or say when he saw my collection of toys. I didn't want him to judge me. It was already too late now as we were right outside my house. It's not like he could my life any worse. I was already a freak.

I opened the door hearing it click when I turned the key. Again, my mother was not in. Howconvenient. Note the sarcasm.

"My room's up there, first one on the left. You go up there and I'll be up in a second," I instructed not looking at his face the whole time.

He nodded as I heard him ascend the stairs. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Prosper has been in my house before. It would be fine, of course it would. I felt like hitting my head against a wall. I had a headache. What was that boy doing to me god damn it?

I climbed up the steps as I opened the door to see Prosper holding Cosmos by stuffed whale teddy in his hand. He looked up when he saw me come in.

"This is really cute," he motioned to all the toys I had cluttered around the room.

I groaned, "No it's not. It just makes me look like such a freak."

He snorted watching me sit down on my bed. I collapsed on it stretching my hands on it and looking up at the ceiling. I felt Prosper sit next to me, but pretended I didn't notice. He still had Cosmos in his hand as he started to prod me with it on my face repeatedly. Only I did that. Him doing that to me was just weird.

"What the heck are you doing?"

He smirked at me, "Giving you toy kisses. The toy really loves you!"

I know he was joking but it really made me blush. I've never seen this side of Prosper before. It's not what I expected him to be like. He was still prodding me with Cosmos as I waved him away, but he kept on doing it. I rolled my eyes, sitting up until I was practically sitting on his lap.

"Would you stop that?" I ordered.

He looked at me and grinned, "Sure."

He set down Cosmos on the bed turning it's back to us. I sighed with relief. That was until he grabbed my hand pinned me down, straddling me.

"What the fuck---"

I never got to finish my sentence on time. I was silenced by his lips crashing onto mine.

He kissed me roughly, his hands pinning me down firmly. I tried to get out of his grasp. But I couldn't move an inch. But I can't say I wasn't enjoying the feeling of him kissing me. I can't say that I didn't kiss him back. I didn't care anymore. All that was on my mind was the sweet taste of his lips on mine. He bit my lip, making me whimper slightly as he slipped his tongue in. Our tongues fought for dominance, though he was clearly winning. He pulled away, his eyes clouding over with lust.

"You don't how long I've wanted to pin you down like this," he chuckled.

I managed this time to get him off me as he was distracted. By doing this, his hand grazed over my crotch making me freeze immediately.

I have no thoughts anymore. They're gone.

I glared at him, but knowing that all I wanted to do was fuck him then and there. I wasn't going to deny it.

"I hate you, you gorgeous bastard."

Translation: I love you.

I wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him into another kiss. This time, it lead on to a little more. We had to throw Cosmos off the bed.

But I'm not going to let you into the insights of what exactly happened. Because that's for me to gloat on and for you to never find out.

After that night, what I realized was the fact that Prosper wasn't such a bad boy with a nasty attitude after all.

He was perfect enough for me.