I try not to blush as I think about Cameron.

He is this guy in my history class. Today we had to work together on this study guide the teacher gave us and he gave me his number so that we could talk later about the study guide.

Cameron is cute and sweet. He always gives me such a nice and warm smile and I swear he looks like one of the gods from above.

He just moved here a couple of months ago and since then I have had my eyes on him.

I told Jane about him, my best friend who also happens to be my cousin, and she said that I should go for it, even though she doesn't even understand high school guys.

"Nothing. Cameron just gave me his-"

I feel cold liquid being poured on my head as I talk, and I can't help but scream and clench my hands into fists. I look down at my shirt and see that it is soaked with milk.

Fucking jackass.

I turn around and look up at him.

He just has this small smirk on his face as he looks down at me with mischief in his eyes.

I stand up and face him, trying to make myself look taller in front of him but it's no use.

He is the tallest guy in his grade, and I still haven't grown much from my 5'6 height.

"Fucking Xander!" I yell and put my finger on his chest. "What the hell is wrong with you? You're fucking sick!"

"I thought you knew how sick I was, Thalia," he smiles down at me, but I can't help but feel rage spread throughout my body.

"There is seriously something wrong with you."

I push him out of the way and walk past him leaving through the doors of the cafeteria.

I'm so going to get him back.

Fuck him. 

Fuck his stupid smirk. 

Fuck his stupid tall body. 

Fuck his beautiful fucking face. 

And fuck Alexander Russo.

When I am in the parking lot of the school I go to my car and unlock the door.

Technically I am not supposed to be driving but who gives a shit? My dad controls the police in the whole country, so I get to do whatever I want, plus my house is right down the street.

I see a sweater in the back, so I grab it and smell it to see if it's clean; it is.

I put it down and then lift the baseball t-shirt I'm wearing over my head and then throw it in the car.

I turn around and face my car door.

As I am about to take off my undershirt, I feel a pair of hands grab my breasts making my blood freeze and turn around.

I see an old guy with a long gray beard and wrinkles on his face.

He has to be sixty or something.

And on drugs.