The guy had really stepped up his game. I thought to myself as I eyed my locker in complete devastation.

My books, my papers, my projects, my ARTWORKS, all my stuffs were fully in a wet and pathetic state. All ruined, everything, even my precious bear, Leo, whom I've kept in my school's locker for safety.

It's stupid enough to bring an old tattered teddy bear in school, and trust me, I know it's more stupid keeping it in my locker. But I presently had no one in this school, and I'm more comfortable with the company of it.

Pathetic, I know.

No one actually knew about him. Besides, no one was practically close enough to me to know about it.

Yeah, double pathetic. I don't have any friends, I've given up trusting anyone a year ago. And the very person who made me realize the essence of trust, was the only person who's ever been closer to me than anyone else. My best friend.

Correction: my ex best friend, Noah Saints.

I shut the locker in frustration at the mere thought of the cocky scoundrel.

What a saint he actually is to also be the reason for my suffering. My doubt, my lack of companions - not like I need any -, and especially the mischiefs going on throughout my life this year in highschool.

I don't know what's wrong with him, but he'd been continuing on making stupid pranks to make my life more miserable ever since I dumped him. Our friendship actually broke one year ago, in our junior year, when he confessed that he liked me.

I shivered in pain at the memory.

He did nothing wrong, but I felt betrayed from the way he always had felt the other way round towards me back then.

****Flashback****

"Could you please stop talking about him!" He scowled in frustration at my bickering.

"Why?" I asked in confusion. "I like him."

"You what?" He snapped ever so harshly that I jumped at his sudden outburst.

"Why, can't I?" I snapped back, matching his irritation. Why's he mad?

"No. He's my friend, Kaifer is my friend, so no, you can't like him."

"It's not wrong to like a friend, Noah." I shrugged in a matter of fact tone. Though I solemnly regretted is as soon as he stopped on his tracks and pulled me to him so that we were facing each other.

He had this distinct and distant look in his ashy eyes, identical to mine, that I can't relinquish the way he stared right through my soul.

"Uh?" I asked dumbly, not having any clue on what he's up to.

"Say, Blythe, it's not wrong to like a friend, isn't it?" Noah mutters with a hint of arrogance and hesitance in his voice.

"Of course not."

"Well, w-what if I told you I like you?" He stutters causing me to involuntarily laugh.

"Well, I like you too." I gave him a double pat on the shoulder, assuring him.

Frowning at my gesture, he blurted it almost immediately. "I love you."

"Of course, you do. I'm your friend, aren't I?"

****End Of Flashback****

I didn't know what he meant back then, until he got impatient and started screaming and yelling everything he had felt towards me. I couldn't stay calm for long and we ended up in an endless argument with each other, confident with both sides and unable to end until one of us steps down.

It was pure betrayal for me. I mean, he's my friend, the closest one I've ever had, we've always been and always do everything together ever since we were little. We even entered the same schools. My parents and his were close companions and so are we. So how could he? How could he just, like me, love me more than I could ever thought and ruin our friendship just like that?

He's just so unfair and I don't hate him for being the egocentric ass he is. Though, not after he came into a conclusion of ending our friendship just like that, I realized that things turned out to be different with his way of thinking and mine. That's the day I noticed we aren't that compatible with each other either, and there is just no way I'd ever see him the way I did before.

He'd changed and I did as well, we'll never be the same, ever, again.

I stomped along the almost empty hallways of the school towards the soccer field. Keeping on my straight and blank face, I rummaged through the gymnasium's locker rooms.

I know he'll be here, I knew his schedule even though that was last year. Still, I'm certain he'd be hanging out with his buddies here for the meantime before their practice starts.

Okay, I'm not stupid enough not to know if the guys inside were naked, and barged in without any warning. Anyway, I'm lucky they weren't or my day would've worsened.

I ignored the stares I'm getting and continued with my expressionless features towards the enemy's domain. I don't know where I got this bold decision but I just need to give him a piece of my own mind now that he'd crossed way beyond my boundaries of patience.

He'd been doing for a year, though it wasn't as worse as this time. It was more of different pranks to humiliate and embarrass me in public, yet he failed as I didn't show any emotions other than blank and innocent.

This time, he had the guts to ruin everything in my locker, the papers and projects I've been working on for months were freaking soaked, and it's partly my fault for putting Leo there. Still, that won't change the fact that he did ruin part of the huge speckles of efforts I've given to the stuffs inside my locker.

I wanted to cry as my efforts were all left in vain, at the same time, I don't want to, that scoundrel does not deserve a single drop of my sympathy.

Once I found him with some of his group at the center of the lockers, he immediately saw me before I could even show myself. It's like as if he's expecting me to come.

"I was expecting you'd come sooner." He smirked cockily, some of the locks of his raven black hair that was tousled to perfection, falls naughtily above his eyebrows as those ash gray eyes we're focused intently on me. Yet I couldn't miss the fact that he had two girls clinging on either side of him.

I snorted at the sight in disgust. What a total man whore he'd become.

He's absolutely way different from before, he's way popular now just because of his goddamn looks and reputation. I don't blame them, Noah Saints is blessed, as his name suggest it, when his inner demeanor is far way diverse than what his covers plasters.

Damn, was I right, that smirk he has, he's so....he's just....he's....damn..... UGH! Irritating! I wanted to smack that bigheaded brain of his until his smirk disperse off his freaking face!

I balled my fist and clenched my jaw in order to stop myself from showing more signs of anger other than this.

Noah seemed to be enjoying my reaction and that's one of the things I've noticed lately. He somehow wouldn't stop messing with me until he receives any reactions other than blank.

He analyzes me easily, I can't be more shocked by it, he's the closest one I've ever had before and of course he knew me very well, more than I even knew myself. Also one of the things I hated about him is that he reads me so well no matter how good I've hidden my emotions.

Anyway, I've had enough of his games, he probably won't be able to read me and expect my next move this time. And I'm making sure he'll taste the hell out of it.

We kept making eye contact, not diverting our gazes away from each other, as if daring the other to drop first.

Hell knows I wouldn't.

"Blythe, why are you here?" I finally snapped my gaze away from him towards the owner of the voice, only to see my cousin, Kaifer.

Yes, the very same redheaded freckled face, Kaifer Ford, I said I had liked back then. I didn't mean it in any other way of liking him, I only meant that because he's my cousin, from that day and on and I started to like him as a person, nothing more, nothing less.

Don't blame me, Kaifer had that gentleness in him which calms and eases me every time. Despite the serious expression he wore, he's absolutely as annoying as hell.

"Nothing important." I retract my gaze back towards Noah's scowling face.

And guess what? That asshole there started freaking out that time without listening to me and I don't intend having to let him know until today. I didn't even know Kaifer's my cousin until he took a visit in our house a year ago after my departure with Noah.

This Saint didn't know he's my cousin yet, and what good will it lead if he did knew? It's not like he still likes me like before to be jealous about Kaifer. If I were him, I wouldn't like someone who'd dumped me all over, again, either.

"You want a kiss or what?" Noah teased, cutting the staring competition.

I scoffed in murderous vexation. "Oh, honey, a kiss is too underated. I want something more than just a kiss."