Author's Note

Thank you JAM21 & cobryan2005 for enjoying and liking the chapters. Some might get confused, I just wanna put this here. Peace out!

italics > are the characters thoughts.

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Ella's POV

There are four of 10 things that I hate the most:

1_ Person who steals other's property.

2_ Person who avoids me like a plague.

3_ A stubborn bitch who acts like an amazon warrior.

4_ Someone's who always get in my way.

And that's how I identify Quennie Panini, she was so annoying. She always gets in my way, acts like a fucking hero every time. And it gets worse when she was announced as the school's president. When she walked into the class yesterday, she looked at me with a disgusting grin on her face.

Oh, how I want to slap that grin out of her face.

The first thing she did was assigning me as her secretary even though it was against my will. Second, she put me in detention for 3 hours because of what happened to her school bag. Third, she ordered me round like a dog on a leash, every movement I made has to calculated or she will add more work on my plate. Fourth, she assigned her fried chicken girl as the vice president.

She acts so composed different from Quennie I knew before, she looks so serious and approachable which makes the other club president ask for help or permission.

'' Taylor, tell the basketball captain that they can't practice in the gym's basketball court.'' She ordered as she looks thoroughly at the papers on her desk one by one. Her brown eyes scanning every detail, biting her bottom lips and her brows crease makes her look adorable... not.

''And why is that?''

''There will be a renovation, the whole court, so they have to stay out and not get in the way,'' she replied without even looking at me, she was busy with paperwork and deciding thing on her own.

''That's a lot of money and on top of that, the principal agreed. That was fast, did you do the nasty?'' I asked her in my usual feisty tone. I could tell she didn't like it one bit. Before I knew it, she pushed me off the sofa, my left feet got in the way so I tripped and fell flat on my face.

My lip was cut and it hurts so bad, I turned sideways to face her. My cheeks were red, I was angry. that was an assault and bad move of hers. I stood up fast and walked closer to her at full speed then slapped her hard. The slap echoed in the whole room, my hand print was placed on her now beet red left cheek.

I expected her to punch or tackle me down but she didn't instead she smiled at me as she shook her head. Her eyes looked at mine's, her right-hand hold my jaw as she examined the cut that she made. As I looked into her ice blue eyes, I saw a flash of guilt but soon was replaced with coldness. She removed her hand from my face and turned around, opened the drawer on her right side, it was stacked with cotton, alcohols, band-aids, and betadine.

She grabbed the cotton balls and lightly patted it on my cut lip to remove the blood and then she took the band-aid out of the drawer, peeled the wrappers off and stick it on my wound. what happens next was unexpected, it happened in a flash. She leaned in and kiss the top on the band-aid ( situated on my bottom lip).

She pulled herself away and like me she looked surprised but soon composed herself. She looked sideways and said or should I say muttered in low voice '' To my sister...''

''What? I can't hear you, speak louder.''

'' I said, I did it out of habit,'' she said louder this time, she stood up and starts collecting the bloody cotton balls.

'' So you just kiss people with a band-aid? That's not a good habit, Smith. You know-''

''I only do it to my sister!''

'' That is worse!''

'' That is not what I meant imbecile! God, you are such an asshole,'' She looked so frustrated... I was enjoying it. She pulled some of her and sighed deeply. I just grinned for getting her all frustrated.

''Look at the one talking! You were the one who pushed me off the fucking sofa! Because of that, I got this cut. '' I argued as I get back to sit on the comfy sofa.'' What a president we got here.'' I said in a low voice.

'' It's because of your words, if you weren't being such a bitch you would not have that cut.''

'' Yeah, blame it on the good old me! You put me in this position on your own accord. If you didn't choose me then you wouldn't have to be butthurt.'' I said to her, getting all the crap out of my chest. She forced me to be in this. She clearly put a gun in my head what was I supposed to do?

'' You'd dug your own grave the moment you threw my stuff into the fucking fountain!'' She stopped looking through the files and immediately walk towards me with a menacing glare. She was still holding a piece of paper in her left hand. The calm expression was gone and has been replaced with a furious look while clenching her jaw.

'' Do you know the load of crap I had to do to restore all the data, homework and projects?! No! And don't forget the time when you started the food fight in the cafeteria! I ended up being in the principal's office.'' She was so furious that her hand was moving up and down as she tells me how I really deserve to be in this position so she can at least make me pay for what I had done.

Tired of her shenanigans, I rolled my eyes then picked up my backpack located between her desk and the whiteboard. I tried reaching for it but it was taken away by our stubborn hardheaded president.

''Give my backpack,'' I ordered but she just looked me in the eye. I could clearly see her anger in her eyes. She could get angry with me I don't care, she was the one who picked me for this position, not my fault.

''You won't leave this room until I say so,'' She put my bag on her table, then she sat on the table, legs crossed.

Whatever, I can get that thing tomorrow. I just sighed and turned my back heading to the door, to escape this madness. Barely touching the doorknob, I was pushed against the door. Her hands stopping me from moving. I could feel her body against mine, hot breath touching the back of my neck.

''Didn't say you can leave.'' She said in a husky voice. Her hand moving down my side until it stopped at my waist. She pressed her palm gently against my clothes. ''Such disobedience won't be tolerated,''

She pulled me rashly away from the door and lifted me off the floor. She removed my backpack together with the stack of files. She put me down on the table, she leaned her head closer to my neck, her nose nuzzling my neck. Her fingers slowly crawling up on my thighs, which earned her a moan from me. I could imagine a smirk forming on that lips.

Throwing my head back giving her more access to my skin. Her lips placing the butterfly kisses on my neck, her hands snaked down to my lower back and continues until it reached my ass, she took a firm hold of it and squeezed it making me jolt a little as my mouth produce a low squeak.

But soon were interrupted when someone shouted - ''Hey Biatch!!!!''

To be continued.