Smiling innocently, I said, "You know what? I think I can find out who you are."

"What?" he blurted out, confused, his laughter vanishing.

With his blue eccentric eyes watching me intently, I reached into my bag and took out my phone. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes and I saw his puzzled expression. Wait for it. I dialled Claire's number and after two rings, she picked up.

"Hey, Lexi. What happened? I thought you had class," she said, in a quirky voice.

"Need help for a second. I just need you to identify some guy," I said, looking up at him. His eyebrows mashed together. Either he was thinking hard about something (which was highly unlikely considering his brain size) or he was just plain confused.

"Wait, what? Alexandria Heath interested in a guy? Can this actually be possible?" she asked, enthusiastically. Claire always still held her hope out for my romance life. Never going to happen.

"Stop, stop, Claire," I said, shaking my head. I continued, "Let me rephrase that. A guy who pissed me off." I looked at the guy's face when I said this and he shot me a condescending smirk in response.

"A guy who pissed you off? Rare, yet dangerous." She hummed. "He's screwed," she said, with a tone of finality.

"Yeah, he is screwed Claire. He just doesn't know who he's messing with." I grinned, eyeing the guy with a mocking glint in my eyes.

He flashed a crooked smile before he starts chuckling and shaking his head slightly.

"Let me guess. You're going to beat the crap out of him? Let the poor guy live," she continued, jokingly.

"Yeah, yeah. So, I'll describe him and you just identify him, okay?"

"Hmm? Yeah, sure, I guess. Describe him," she replied, guessing my plan as she laughed. "Go for it, Lexi. Describe him."

"How can I describe him?" I said, cheekily and scrutinized him. Seeing my watchful gaze, he smirked at me and raised his eyebrows as if saying 'Checking me out, huh?'

Grinning, I said, "Oh, he's completely perfect. For a typical butthead. I can't exactly understand what he's saying since I don't speak idiot. I guess we should be glad that there's someone alive so that they don't go fully extinct. What could we possibly use for entertainment, if not them?"

His jaw set, staring at me with hatred. I smiled sweetly.

Continuing on, "He's got light brown hair that looks like my two-year old mop and stinks like it too. You remember how it smelt of bullcrap? Yeah, he's filled with it. Apart from that, he has blue eyes and a black hoodie jacket." I clucked my tongue. "Definitely one of those ignorant, always angry guys who serve as living proof that nature can be screwed up sometimes. You know, I would say that he's like a Neanderthal but that would be too much of a compliment," I said, derisively and completely mockingly.

His face was filled with fury. It looked like he wanted to slowly cut off my hands and legs and feed me my intestines. I blanched. Claire was rubbing off on me with her vivid imagination.

I laughing hysterically. With his face becoming slightly red, he looked like he was about to kill me and I could almost imagine small puffs of smoke coming out of his nose. His resemblance to an angry cartoon character had me bursting into giggles. On seeing my convulsing laughter, his lips twitched, as if he was fighting a smile before his whole expression settled back into a mask of hate. His fists were clenched, hard.

I heard Claire giggling from the other side of the phone. "Nicely done, Lexi. I'm guessing he's ticked off?"

"Oh yeah. Definitely." I threw a smug look at the guy.

He shot me a death glare and stepped closer to me, towering a little above me. He was trying to intimidate me so I smiled evilly at him. A shocked expression flashed across his face, probably wondering why I wasn't affected by his evil aura.

"So, from what I've heard, he's taller than you, has light brown hair, blue eyes, black hoodie jacket and reeks of bullshit. And, has stupidity as well as arrogance?" she questioned.

"Yeah, that about covers it," I answered, evenly. Claire was good at detecting things and finding stuff out. I always figured she had a Sherlock Holmes within her. She could easily find out lots of information on anyone.

"Well, that sort of narrows it down to a few people. Okay, wait. Does he always seem to have a brooding, angry expression?" she asked.

I stared at the guy. "Most definitely. He could make The Hulk look cheerful."

"Does he look like a fighter?" she asked, almost hesitantly.

I raised an eyebrow. "Well, the resemblance to King Kong is uncanny."

"I think," her voice sounded apprehensive and slightly nervous, "that you might have just met Jared Woods."

"Jared Woods?" I repeated glancing at the guy.

He flashed his crooked grin and lifted his imaginary hat and suddenly flashed the middle finger at me. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Yep. It's him," I confirmed.

Claire screeched loudly. "This is amazing. Jared's got a pretty bad reputation. Strong too. Wait a second. He pissed you off? This is so awesome. Ugh, I wish I was there to witness this. I'm such an idiot. Missing out on the event of the century. I knew I shouldn't have stayed at home. Stupid, stupid, stupid," she exclaimed. I rolled my eyes again, imagining her hitting herself on the head, like Dobby the House Elf.

"Yeah, yeah, Claire. Don't dramatize everything. I won't kill him; I'll just whack some sense into him. I gotta go. Talk to you later," I said and disconnected the phone.

I looked up at Jared only to see him already staring at me, with an expressionless face but with an angry glint in his eyes. I narrowed my eyes.

"Well, that was interesting. I don't know whether to actually believe that you never knew who I was or the idea that your friend thinks you can defeat me. Both are ridiculous," he said, smirking.

I resisted the urge to throttle him. There he goes saying that stupid nickname again. Looking away from him, I bit my lip nervously and wrapped my hands together. In a trembling voice, I muttered, "You know, I'm, um, sorry about this mess I made. I didn't know who you were or how important you are. I'll clean your shirt, if you want."

My face dropped, filled with fear and hesitation. He was astounded. He smirked and crossed his arms, prideful that he got me to cower in fear. "That'll teach you a lesson, little llama, to never mess with me, of all people."

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I burst out in laughter.

His face clouded with rage before he exclaimed, in a furious tone, "You were faking it. You little piece of-"

"Of course I was, you idiotic, dim-witted buffoon. Did you honestly think I would just bow down to you? No wonder they still keep your breed alive," I said, between my peals of laughter. This guy was insane.

He just stared at me, his eyes slowly running over every inch of my face. Letting out a sneer, he said in a confident tone, "We'll see about that. You'll be bowing down to me sooner or later, little llama."

"More like never," I muttered, rolling my eyes at his comment.

No way on Earth would I ever fall on my knees for this jerk-head. This guy needed to be taught a lesson. Instantaneously, the most amazing idea hit me. I felt like a true evil mastermind.

I smiled. "I just got the most brilliant idea. You'll love it because hell, you can't ever come up with something that great even if you filled that empty space in your head."

He rolled his eyes. Taking in the change in my expression his face became wary. Slowly, in a suspicious voice, he asked, "What's the idea?"

"Let's make a deal." I grinned cheerfully.

"What deal?" he asked, eyebrows scrunching together, trying to figure out what I want.

Immediately, I noticed the mischievous glint that came into his eyes but before he could open his mouth, I countered him quickly, "NO! Not a freaking dirty deal, you thick-headed mongrel. It's a very good deal. A different deal. One of a kind."

He scoffed. "Yeah, like you wouldn't wanna do the dirty deed with me."

I scrunched up my nose. "The only way you'll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken's ass and wait."

His lips quickly parted to probably retort but sealed them back for a split second, maybe thinking it's better to do than retaliate. "What's the deal?" He spoke at last.

I smiled smugly at him, thinking about the deal. It was the perfect plan to teach this guy a lesson and to make him completely regret messing with me. Oh buddy, oh buddy. 

Nobody messes with Alexandria Heath and walks away a free man.