*Destiny's POV*
"Hey, wanna go see a movie after school today?"
I glanced up at Grant during our study hall and lifted a finger to my lips, pointing at the homework I was doing in front of me.
"Shh, I'm busy," I whispered, concentrating on the math worksheet in front of me. I swear, math had more problems than I did.
Grant rolled his eyes and nudged me, looking at the front of the classroom to make sure the teacher wasn't looking our way when he slid the paper out from under my hand and quickly scribbled the answers to the problems.
"How did you...?" I trailed off.
He gave me an incredulous look. "You thought those were the right answers? Come on Destiny, stop being so goodie-goodie all the time. The teachers don't even check if you have the correct answers anyway."
I snatched the paper back from him, angrily erasing his messy answers. I couldn't believe he had just done that and practically had made fun of me for actually trying on the homework.
One thing you should know about me was that I never did anything wrong. I've never smoked, drank, did drugs, cheated on a test, gotten a detention, and just about any other bad thing you could think of -I didn't do.
So the fact that I was dating the quarterback of Hall's High who enjoyed doing all of the above, was quite a shocker.
I don't know. I thought I could change him, you know?
But wasn't that how every good-girl bad-boy story went? The girl tried to change the guy and she was usually successful and they lived happily ever after.
Yeah well, I was hoping to do the same thing, but it's been three years with no sign of change from the brunette curly haired guy sitting next to me, chewing gum in the classroom that forbade it.
Apparently, I was his longest relationship and vice versa. He never spoke about his ex girlfriend or why he suddenly wasn't friends with Primo anymore.
Which made me want to get to the bottom of it. I figured that by trying to get to know Primo, I'd get to know more about his best friend, also known as Grant.
Yet the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I never saw the two of them hang out anymore when I could've sworn they'd been best friends. Primo had even quit the football team and taken a change for the worse.
"So about the movie?" Grant prompted, relentlessly. I sighed, dropping my pencil as I gave up trying to do the homework.
"Sure," I agreed, "What movie?"
"'Gang Me Not'," he said with a huge grin.
I groaned. "Seriously, Grant? That's rated R and has so much blood and violence in it." I gave him a disgusted look like I couldn't believe he'd just requested we watch the most gory movie out there.
Somehow, his grin widened at my words and he enthusiastically nodded his head. "I know right," he said.
I knew I was fighting a losing battle. Grant always got what he wanted no matter what. And quite honestly, I never seemed to mind before.
But for some reason, it was really ticking me off now.
Forgetting that we were supposed to be silent during our study hall, I placed the palms of my hands flat on the desk in front of me and hissed through my teeth, "I want to see 'The Girl's Last Dance'."
Grant scrunched his nose, something I would've found cute had it been last year, and scratched his mop of hair. "Eh," he said, "Isn't that some sappy love story?"
"Yeah, you're right," I said, agreeing with him.
He nodded. "Mhm, so let's see-"
"Which is why I'm going to see it with or without you," I said, shocking him as I pushed my chair out from under me, loudly scraping it across the floor.
He made a move to grab my wrist, but I slinked out of his way and walked out the door just as the bell rang.
And came to a stop once my face met a very solid chest, smacking right into it.
"Woah there, little Red."
My eyes shot up...and up...and up until I met the heated green eyed gaze of the kid with practically white hair who currently had his hands braced on my shoulders.
My cheeks ignited a deep crimson color as I knocked his hands off of me and shoved past him, so not in the mood to deal with Primo.
I didn't get very far before I felt a hand on my upper harm, pulling me back until the both of us were packed tightly together inside a darkened utility closest that should never have been able to fit a person inside, let alone fit two.
To say we were squished was an understatement. My body was flush against Primo's and I could feel every indentation of his abs pressed firmly against my back as I sucked in a breath when I felt his hair tickle my ear.
"We can do some bad things in here without anyone knowing," he said, huskily.
I couldn't help it. I choked on my saliva and gave a not-so-attractive cough as I placed a fist over my lips to keep from spitting all over the tight place.
I twisted around, placing my hands on his taught chest to try and make some space between us to no avail. His eyebrows hitched and he smirked down at me.
"I like where this is going," he said with a wink and I was thankful for the darkened space so he couldn't see my pink cheeks.
Pinning my arms to my sides, I tried not to think about how his chest had felt under my hands as I blurted, "Why aren't you and Grant friends anymore?"
His eyes became a dark shade of green before he answered me.
"He hasn't told you? I 'accidentally'" he said, putting finger quotes around the word, "Stole his ex girlfriend."
My ears perked up at that and I took a seat on the bucket behind me to listen to the whole story.
Had I known that the bucket didn't have a cover on it, I would've never sat down on it.
Because now I was toppling over with my arms flailing wildly over my head as the bucket tipped precariously to the side with me inside of it.
Just as sudden as I'd been about to inevitably crash to the floor, my fall was stopped. My gaze flew to Primo's as my heart pounded relentlessly in my chest.
I had been about to thank him for saving my life by catching the bucket, but that had been before I realized he hadn't moved a muscle to try and stop me.
Primo was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and was leaning against the concrete wall of the small space that the two of us occupied.
Or should I say the three of us occupied?
Because Primo obviously hadn't been the one to stop my fall. Which meant...
I whipped my head around and just about died when I recognized the royal blue eyes of my boyfriend.
"Grant!" I screeched, scrambling around in the damn bucket.
Primo held his hands up in mock surrender, acting innocently as he said, "Dude, it's not my fault they all seem to throw themselves at me."
"T-That's not- I didn't-" I sputtered, helplessly as Grant held up a hand, silencing me.
I knew this situation looked really bad. I mean come on, it wasn't everyday that you ended up in a tiny closet with your boyfriend's sworn enemy, was it?
"No. I thought you were different, Destiny," he said, cutting me off, "Two years hasn't meant a thing to you, has it?"
"Yes! Grant, this really isn't-" I tried.
He shook his head and backed out of the closet, shutting the door behind him. I guessed we definitely weren't going to see a movie now.
"Primo, you better pray that you do not see my face again. If I wasn't cereal before, I'm freaking cereal now; I'm making damn sure to steal all of your bad times," I said, jabbing a finger at him as I tried to get out of the bucket.
Primo's eyebrows scrunched together. Ignoring most of what I had just said, he asked, "Cereal? Are you a child? Do you mean serious? Because you don't sound very serious when you say it like that."
"Ugh!" I yelled, aggravated that my quirkiness had gotten in the way of what I had been trying to say. "That wasn't the point!"
"The point is," he said, swirling a finger in the space between us and I knew whatever he was about to say, I wasn't going to like it.
"I'm going to steal all of your good times. And it looks like," he said, looking at the retreating back of my boyfriend through the crack in the door, "I've just stolen the good times you had with Grant."
I was right. I didn't like what he said.
Not one bit.
So when I found him sitting next to me at "The Girl's Last Dance" in an empty movie theater that night, I knew he was just as serious about stealing all of my good times as I was about stealing all of his bad ones.
That had been when the game had just began.
In order to officially commence said game, I saluted Primo with my middle finger and announced, "Game on," just like I had done earlier.
To which he replied, "You should know that my name literally means 'First'. As in, I will come in first for our game."
And because I was a nerdy weirdo who did not have any other better comeback, I retorted, "First is the worst."
"We'll see about that."
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Hi! I'm not sure how this story is going so far or if I should continue it. I feel like it's kind of boring for some reason. ð