You groaned and smacked your face on your desk. Great, he's here. You peeked to the side and spotted the tall, spiky blonde haired man you hoped to not see today. Mathias Kohler was his name, an obnoxious and ignorant Junior. He was also considered to be the biggest man whore in the entire school, because he's always seen with a different girl. On a daily basis. You were probably the only girl he hasn't dated, and you wanted it to stay that way. Never will you see yourself going out with such a moron.
"Mathias, you idiot. I've told you millions of times that my name isn't "Juliet!" It's ______. You've known me long enough now, you should have it down," you snorted at him, lifting your head from the desk and massaging your forehead. Mathias' lips curved up in an amused smirk, but said nothing. He only sat in the empty desk next to you, and bored his sea blue eyes into your (e/c) ones.
"So, Juliet," he started, using your nickname which caused you to snarl menacingly, "I have something to ask you," you immediately knew what he was going to say, so you put your hand up to stop him from saying anymore.
"I already know what you're going to ask, and the answer is no. You attempt to ask me out every day, and every day you're going to get the same answer. No," you stated in a firm tone. It seemed no matter how threatening you were to the Dane; he was still the same person to you. Cheeky, full of himself, a total dunce, and just plain idiotic. You didn't know if it was an act or not to get your attention, but you were getting tired of it. Mathias stiffened up in his seat and his smirk dropped down to a serious frown.
"Actually, I was going to ask you why you don't like me, _______," you blinked. He used your real name, so you knew he was dead serious about what he was asking. You seemed to have taken advantage of the situation because you responded with:
"You are an obnoxious, selfish, ignorant moron who never seems to know his place,"
Mathias' heart snapped into two. Your words were like knives into his chest. You felt a small tinge of guilt in what you said, but the damage was already done. Mathias' finally knew how you truly felt about him, and that was all he needed to know.
"I......see, _______. Well, I promise not to bother you anymore," and with that, the bell rang. The blonde Dane stood up from the seat and shuffled to the back of the classroom, shoving his fists into his pockets. You sighed. I guess I shouldn't have been so harsh. Mathias' ego is as fragile as glass. I'll apologize to him whenever I see him again. You turned your body to face the front of the classroom, and awaited the arrival of your teacher.
The day just seemed to drag by. You were so used to Mathias bugging you to death about something or another, but it was different today. It actually seemed like he was avoiding you. Now you were really feeling guilty. Mathias was always trailing behind you like a lost puppy. You sighed sadly. Maybe.....should I give him a chance? No! I can't! I'm not going to be that man whore's next victim.
You were walking home from school currently. It was uncomfortably quiet. You hastened your pace and clutched the strap of your purse. You were a very paranoid person, so the silence scared the hell out of you. You were about to relax a bit, when you heard the sound of footsteps behind you. You gasped. Is someone...following me? You stopped in your tracks and glanced over your shoulder. No one was there. You sighed in slight relief. You still had the feeling someone was on your tracks, but you tried to push it aside. You turned back around and started walking again. Then, the footsteps started up again, and they were closer than ever. You gulped. Once you knew the footsteps were right behind you, you whirled around and aimed at punching the stalker in the face. Instead of landing the blow, your fist was grabbed. You gasped.
"Bad move, ________," the perpetrator chuckled. You narrowed your eyes, recognizing who it was immediately. Red hair, red eyes, a red bomber jacket and sunglasses propped up top his head. No doubt, it was Fred Jones, a Junior from the school. You had heard that he was the "darker twin" of Alfred Jones, and now you can see why. They looked so similar, yet so different. This twin looked like a demon.
"Fred, you bastard! Let me go!" you screamed, struggling to free your fist. Fred chuckled in amusement at your failed attempts to get free. You stopped cold when you felt him cup your chin and force you to look at him. You snarled at the pleased smirk on his face. You would have spat in his face, but you weren't sure what he would do if you did. Fred was pretty much insane, and was often at the mental hospitals. One slip and you could wind up dead.
"So, I heard you rejected Mathias again? Calling him a cruel name, on top of that. You sure are hard to please, huh?" he chuckled. "I'm sure I can change that," once again, you screamed and hollered for help. You were soon silenced by Fred's lips being pressed against yours. Your screams were now only a muffle. You used your free hand to punch the redhead in the chest. You were stopped short when he also used his free hand to stop yours. You started to become very lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, and you knew you would pass out at any moment.
Suddenly, the kiss was broken after what felt like ages. Your eyes were shut, so you didn't know what was to happen next. That was, until, your ears picked up the sound of punches and cursing. Once everything was silent, you slowly opened your eyes. Your hero stood with his back to you, but you could tell who it was in a heartbeat.
"M....Mathias?" you managed, still trying to get your breath back. The Dane looked over his shoulder at you and smirked softly.
"Hey, Juliet," his smirk turned into a crooked, but nice smile. You felt tears well up in your eyes. Without even thinking twice, you ran up and threw your arms around the tall man, sobbing into his chest.
"Oh, God, Mathias! Thank you so much! I-If you wouldn't have come, h-he...he would have...!" you couldn't finish your sentence, but you didn't have to. Mathias nodded sympathetically and stroked your (h/l) (h/c) soothingly. You sobs dropped down into small whimpers.
"It's okay, ______. I'm here for you. And I always will be, no matter what," you looked up at Mathias with tear stained eyes and red cheeks. He was looking down at you, the same crooked smile on his face.
"Mathias...I'm sorry about earlier....I...I didn't mean to be so harsh to you," you said, your bottom lip quivering. Mathias chuckled and whipped away a lone tear making its way down your face.
"It's alright, Juliet. You know I could never take what you say seriously," he laughed. You smiled softly and rolled your eyes. No matter what incident he's in, he's always the same, happy-go-lucky I know and love. Wait...love?
You pulled out of the embrace and took a hold of his hand. "Mathias, can you walk me home?" you asked, your voice that of a frightened child. The blue-eyed Dane nodded and griped your hand lightly.
"Of course. It would be an honor," you smiled and you both started to your house. It was silent for a while before you spoke.
"Hey, Mathias? Why do you call me Juliet when you know my name is _______?" you looked up at him, waiting for his facial expressions. He chuckled and looked at you, his blue eyes dancing with glee.
"Well, I consider myself to be the Romeo of this school, and I happen to consider you my Juliet," you blushed softly and smiled at him. Feeling courageous, you wrapped your arms around Mathias' neck and brought him down to where his lips met yours in a warm and joyful kiss.