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"Jason Pearson."

Jason stopped in his tracks as he was walking to his locker just to turn around and see the last person he wanted to see; Nicole.

Nicole saw his slightly bruised cheek. It wasn't much, just a small tinge of blue and purple.

She slightly snickered at her handy work. Sure it was probably a bitch move and now more rude of her to react like that, but she felt like he deserved it - after all, he was always an ass to her too. It was years of pent up anger and rage that finally came out.

"If you want to give me a bruise on my other cheek, I'll start off by telling you that I would appreciate my other one to be left alone, at the least." He muttered, his face holding a glum expression. He was annoyed and didn't want to talk to her but he wondered what she wanted from him now considering she already said no and slapped him. What more could she want?

Jason was also annoyed at his friends. They had convinced him to ask her and if it weren't for their stupid idea, he wouldn't