SWAG! YOLO! HASHTAG! TURNUP! I hate those words. Like, hate them with a passion. Hi, I'm Jaiden. I hate my school, and the people at it. ESPECIALLY Treylon Riddle. He's the worst swagfag of them all! I mean, seriously. I can't stand him! Don't give me that look! I don't like him! I hate him! Plus, I like the new boy...


2. Chapter 2

Jaiden's p.o.v.


I watched, somewhat pleased, as Treylon's lip quivered slightly, a sign that he was scared.

"Again, I'm fine, Quincy. Plus, Dhana wouldn't want blood on her carpet again," I said reasonably. Yes, I said again. We're a pretty violent bunch.

"I think I'll be going now," Treylon said, his voice shaking dramatically. He stood to go, but Quincy blocked his path.

"Look, man. I don't want any trouble," Treylon tried to make himself sound threatening.

"You should have thought about that before you touched my sister!" Quincy hissed, sending a strong right hook right at Treylon's face. He hit Treylon over the head and he fell, unconcious.

"Well, don't I feel a lot better," Quincy said with a wide grin. He disappeared upstairs as quickly as he appeared. Sam must have left when I didn't notice, because she was no longer sitting on the step of the stairs. I sighed and dragged Treylon from the floor onto the couch. I went into the kitchen and got an ice pack out of the freezer, along with a glass of ice cold water. Funny how this has become a pretty normal routine. Usually it's  me or Quinton that hurts anyody, but hey, things change. I walked back into the living room and splashed the water on Treylon. He sat up quickly, sputtering and coughing.

"What was that for? You messed up my hair!" He yelled.

"You probably have a concussion. You could have slipped into a comma," I mumbled, quickly losing interest in the coversation.

"You might wanna put this on your cheek. It's swelling and it's bruised bad," I said, tosing him the ice pack. He's not the most athletic person, so, as many girls do, he ducked and the ice pack hit the wall behind him.

"You can let yourself out. I'd probably get that checked out, if I were you," I said, bored out of my mind. I didn't wait for a reply as I ran up the stairs, taking them two as a time. I changed out of my Adventure Time shirt and into my athletics one, re-doing my hair to where it didn't look like I just got out of bed. I put on some regular grey socks and laced up my track shoes. It was 12:30, which was usually the time I took my mile run on weekends. Cross-country runners have to stay in shape, you know. Plus, we have a meet on Monday, and I decided to just run three miles today and rest tomorrow.

  When I walked back downstairs, Treylon was still there, looking at pictures of the triplets when they were toddlers.

"Hey, how come you don't have any pictures of when you were younger?" He asked, picking up a picture of Quincy and I at the fair last year.

"I'm adopted. We all are," I snapped, snatching the picture from him and placing it carefully back on the top shelf. When I turned around, Treylon looked very awkward and was even blushing a little.

"What?" I asked, confused. Why was he acting like this?



Treylon's p.o.v.

Why did I feel so....awkward? I mean, I only saw some of her back when she reached up to put the picture back on the shelf. I've seen much more, if you know what I mean.

"Nothing," I mumbled.

She just stared at me curiously. That's when I noticed she wasn't wearing those huge glasses that was part of the reason people call her a nerd. Her eyes were a beautiful silver/grey color, but I guess the glasses hid them a bit.

"Why aren't you wearing your glasses?" I asked, setting down the ice pack I had been keeping on my jaw. Damn, that Quincy guy punches hard.

"Why do you care if I wear glasses or not?" She asked suspiciously.

"I don't. You think I care about a social reject like you? I was just curious," I said quickly, my face heating up again. UGH, what is WRONG with me?

"Well, Mr. Curious, I don't need them. I have 20/20 vision," She said matter-of-factly, looking at her watch.

"Then why do you wear them?" I asked, sitting on the couch. Her expression suddenly changed from guarded and sassy to...sadness?

"They're important to me. I'm leaving. You might want to get out of here before Quincy finds an excuse to come back downstairs," She said defensivley, popping a piece of gum in her mouth before walking out of the front door, slamming it behind her.



Jaiden's p.o.v.

I ran way more than three miles. I must have ran the track at least twenty times before I got tired and went back home. When I walked through the door, I saw a bruised and bloody Treylon lying past out on the ground, with a particularly angry Quincy standing over him.

"Quincy, what the fuck?!" I yelled, moving to stop him from hurting Treylon any further.

"He. Hit. You." Quincy said every word as if it were a seperate sentence.

"I told you it was fine! Now Dhana's gonna want to keep him here!" I know, I know, selfish. But, to be honest, I didn't really care about Treylon's well being. But, since he's this banged up, Dhana's gonna want to keep him here overnight and get him 'nursed back to health.'

"Jaiden Ashton Carter! What is going on?!" Speak of the devil.

"Look, Dhana-" I started, turning to face her.

"Don't look Dhana me! How could you hurt a guest. You will take him to the spare bedroom and see to it that he gets better!" She commanded.

"But it wasn't me!" I whined.

"I don't want any excuses. Gosh, I should have expected this," She said in her 'motherly' tone, mumbling the last past. I looked down at Treylon with pure disgust. Call me cold-hearted, but this is the guy who bullies me, spreads rumors, and won't touch me unless he's hitting me. I gave a loud sigh before grabbing Treylon's arms and beginning to drag him up the stairs.

Quincy helped me get him upstairs and onto the guess bed as a way of saying 'I'm sorry.'

Of course I forgave him. I couldn't stay mad at my best friend, now could I? Once Treylon was in bed, I got a bowl of warm, soapy water and a washcloth to clean his cuts. I seriously have no idea how Quincy managed to do all of this with just his hands. I started to clean the cuts on his face, getting all of the caked up blood and dirt off of his face. He looked...innocent unconscious. I cleaned the cuts on his neck before carefully taking his shirt off. There was a huge scar running across his chest, and it took me a minute to realize that the scar was old, not fresh. I held my breath as I gently dabbed at the small cuts around the scar.

"Ouch, that stings," He hissed, opening his eyes.

"It's not my fault you made my brother hate you," I mumbled, continuing to dab at the cuts. He sat there and watched me curiously, shifting slightly and cursing everytime the soap touched a cut.

"You're a sissy, you know that?" I asked once I had finished, dropping the washcloth back into the bowl.

"So, you're my nurse now?" He asked cockily, completely ignoring the insult. I gave him a death glare and left the room. I went up to my room and took a shower because I felt all sweaty. Afterwards, I put on my Spongebob pajama pants and a black tank top. I combed trough my hair carefully, getting out all of the tangles. I left my hair down, since it dries faster that way, and pranced out of my room and downstairs.

"Why are you in pajamas at four in the evening?" Quinton asked from where he was seated on the couch watching t.v.

"Why are you watching t.v. down here when there's one in your room?" I shot back.

"Touche," He said with narrowed eyes.

"Jaiden, is our guest awake yet?" Dhana asked, appearing in the kitchen doorway.

"Yes," I said grumpily.

"Great. Take him a snack," She said simply.

"How am I supposed to know what he likes?" I asked snarkily.

"Go ask him!" Dhana said as if it were just the most stupidest question in the world.

You got me screwed if you think I'm about to go upstairs, ask that douchebag what he wanted to eat, them come back downstairs to make it and bring it back up to him. I walked into the kitchen and just picked a snack at random. I picked cherries, since they were my favorite. I rinsed them and put them in a bowl before trudging back upstairs.

"Dhana made me bring you some-Why are you out of bed?" I asked. He was no longer lying down, but was standing, staring out of the window.

"Oh, hey. Oooh, cherries, my favorite!" He yelped happily, taking the cherries from me.

"Sit down. If Dhana comes in and sees you standing up with those injuries, she'll have my head," I instructed, plucking a cherry from his bowl and popping it into my mouth.

"You like cherries?" He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Love them, why?" I asked, once again gettiing suspicious.

"Well...it's just that we have them all the time at lunch, but you never seem to get them," He said quietly. He watches me at lunch?!?!?

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