"When you see my face hope it gives you hell, gives you hell"
Gives You Hell by All American Rejects

She had it all. She gets whatever she wants. She has whatever she needs. The whole dang world practically revolves around her, putting the sun away to its shame. She's has all the boys and the girls wrapped around her finger. People would do so much to at least have the privilege to kiss her feet. Girls would kill to be in her spot. Boys would go through desperate measures to be her boyfriend. Everyone treats her like a princess. No one even thinks about messing with her. Perfection is her name, winning is her game.

Her name? Alex Russo.

As she walked down the halls, she met eyes with him. Him, meaning the only flaw in her life, the only way where she could embarrass herself, the only way when she lost. And that's what made her hate him the most. He made her feel second best, second prettiest, second most popular, second everything!

She hated him. She hated him ever since she's locked eyes with him for the first time they've met in kindergarten. Both believed that they could never be friends, that they could never get along, that they couldn't even pretend to get along. They were so filled with hatred towards each other, it's like the sweetest and nicest thing in the world could seem oblivious to them.

They couldn't remember what got them to hate it each other. Maybe it was because she cut off all of his curly hair because boredom has entered her five-year-old system. Though that made him look bald for two and a half months and caused him to get teased every single day of his kindergarten life. Or maybe it was because he glued her long hair to the wall during naptime, revenge for cutting his hair off. Then she ended up getting made fun of for the rest of kindergarten as well. Either way, the two had a strong passion of hate towards each other. Flame ignites inside of them as they even think about one another.

She ignored him, making her way towards her best friend, Miley Stewart. She wasn't in the mood to start another fight with him at the moment. Miley Stewart on the other hand, is another story. She is Alex's right hand girl, her backup plan, her bulletproof secret weapon, practically her everything. They've been best friends since first grade, from sharing cookies during recess to sharing eyeliner during bathroom breaks.

Though if there had to be a second best at anything, that would be Miley Stewart.

"Hey," Miley said as she saw Alex. Alex walked faster towards her. "What's up?" Miley asked, noticing the mixed look in Alex's face. The two girls walked to their class, keeping silent at first. Alex then shrugged, rubbing her head, frustrated.

"I'm in a bad mood. I'm pretty sure something wrong is going to happen today. Plus, Dean is giving me bad signals. I'm absolutely sure that something bad is going to happen." Alex whined. Miley linked her arm in between Alex's. She's been hearing day after day how Alex's boyfriend is acting different. Miley just had a hunch that Dean was going to break up with Alex, but she's the best friend of the situation. Best friends make each other feel better, not worse.

"C'mon, Alex. Don't think that. Just think of the happy things in life. Think about how you're not failing every single subject, how every guy in this school wants you, how Gigi is finally leaving you alone, how the representatives from that fine arts school you've been dreaming to go to is going to canvass out our school later on in the month. Think of the positives, girl!" Miley said, nudging Alex. Alex sighed.

"Well I guess I could think of those things. It'll be pretty hard since there's just one teensy problem of my perfect life." she said.

"What?" Miley asked.

The two girls stopped. And then they saw him again. Alex glared at him, feeling tension rise up in her again. She felt the need to hit something badly while he was there, standing in her presence. Miley on the other hand was smiling wide as ever. She blushed slightly as he smiled at her but glared at Alex. Alex rolled her eyes at him, pulling Miley away as well.

"Come on, I need to talk to Dean." Alex said.

"What? Huh? Oh, right. Your Dean problem." Miley said, sounding dazed. Alex shook her head and rolled her eyes again. The girls walked around the school until they reached the back where all of the rebels, tough guys, and rule breakers were hanging out. "Alex this looks unsafe." Miley whispered into Alex's ear.

"We'll just be here for a second. Relax." she said. Alex's eyes lit up as she saw Dean. She didn't understand why he still got her to do that, or how he even did. She started blushing a little as she stared at him, her breath caught in her throat, her knees buckling, and her mouth wide open and dry.

"Come on, let's go talk to Dean and then we could finally leave!" Miley said, practically pushing Alex towards Dean. Alex bumped into him, looking instantly into his eyes. She looked at him, embarrassed. Dean just stared at her, no expression in his face, nothing in his eyes. He looked so cold, so dark, so not himself. Alex couldn't understand.

"Hey." she said, trying to start out a conversation with her so-called boyfriend. Dean nodded his head, his posse doing the same thing. Alex glanced at Miley, giving her an unsure look. Miley nodded her head, urging Alex to go on. "Well, I wanted to ask you something. Can I talk to you in private please?" she asked sweetly and shyly. Dean sighed. He looked behind his head and gave his group and mental signal before pulling Alex into an empty hallway.

"Yeah, we really do need to talk." Dean said as he leaned on another set of lockers. Alex sighed, scared where this was leading to. She caught a glimpse of Miley, hiding behind the garbage cans just a couple yards away from them. "Alex, I know that you're a wonderful girl and all, but-"

"Dean, why have you've been acting so weirdly lately? It's like you like me, but then you go off and ignore me. I kind of feel like you don't even know that I'm here most of the time, that I'm your girlfriend. You're avoiding me at all costs nowadays, and you're constantly blowing me off." Alex said, completely cutting Dean off. Dean sighed, burying his hands inside of his pockets.

"Well there's a reason for that." he mumbled, looking down at his shoes. Alex bit her lip, worry overcoming her. She knew where this was leading too, they all knew. "Alex, you're a great person. Any guy would be privileged to date a girl like you, but I don't want that privilege. Not anymore. We lost it. I thought we had something, but as time passed by, we just drifted apart. We just don't have that thing anymore." Dean said, placing his hands on Alex's arms.

"So…we're breaking up?" Alex asked, her voice sounding like a squeak. She instantly shut her mouth, feeling like a pathetic fool. Dean frowned and nodded his head. Alex lowered her head down, feeling tears from the back of her eyes. Dean sighed and gave Alex one more hug. He faintly kissed the top of her head before walking away. Alex kept her cries inside of her until she heard the very last step of his shoes before it was complete silence.

"Alex?" Miley called out, coming out from behind the trashcans. "Are you okay?" she asked, wrapping her arm around her best friend. Alex screamed in frustration, stomping her foot on the floor.

"No! He just dumped me! Me, Alex Russo! I cannot believe that he actually dumped me!" she yelled. She was ready to go berserk. Miley frowned and hugged her best friend. "I thought Dean and I had something, Miles. I…I mean I actually thought that I…loved him. I guess I don't and he obviously doesn't." Alex mumbled, calming her anger down. "This isn't fair. I thought that Dean was my Knight in Shining Armor, my Prince Charming. Apparently guys like that doesn't exist in my world though." Alex complained.

"Don't say that. Every girl has a prince charming." Miley said, trying her best to cheer Alex up. Alex shook her head.

"Every girl but me." she mumbled. She looked straight into Miley's eyes. "You know, you're so lucky. Even if your boyfriend is a jerk, an idiot, an ass, and I hate him so much, you guys love each other so much. You two will probably never break up with each other and end up getting married. That's the kind of relationship I want. He sweeps you off your feet, he actually brings you flowers, he even serenades you when you're sad!" Alex whined.

"Alex, there'll be a guy who will do absolutely all of that to you. Don't worry, you will find the perfect guy. I promise!" Miley assured Alex.

The two girls stopped walking again. Alex's teary eyes grew dry and she frowned in anger as she saw him again. "Well speaking of the devil." she said, folding her arms. Miley smiled at him, waving shyly.

"Hi, Nate." she said. Nate Gray smiled at his girlfriend and kissed her cheek. Alex pretended to gag. (Though she did feel like throwing up.) Nate glared at Alex again, giving her a look.

"Hey, Miley." he said, looking back at Miley. "So how are you?" he asked, shuffling his feet against the floor.

"Nothing, just…err…problems." Miley replied, glancing at Alex. Alex scowled and looked straight on the floor. Nate snorted.

"Aw, what's wrong? Did Alex actually look in a mirror today and saw the most disgusting thing in the world?" he asked, faking a sympathetic voice. Alex smacked his arm.

"Hey!" she yelled. Nate glared at her and rubbed his arm, taking a step back. "God, Nate, do you have to ruin everything in my life?! Make everything worse than it already is?! I hate you!" she screamed at him before stomping on his foot and walking quickly away. Nate yelped and grasped onto his foot, hopping up and down on one leg. He gave Miley a look of annoyance.

"I really don't understand why you hang out with that." he said, sending a death glare towards Alex's way. Miley sighed and held onto Nate's hand.

"Dean just broke up with her. Give her a break today. Please?" she pleaded. Nate rolled his eyes. "For me?" she tried again. Nate sighed and folded his arms across his chest. He could always say no, making today the perfect day to humiliate and anger his enemy to the absolute fullest, or he could unwillingly say yes and probably end up getting a handful of kisses from Miley.

"Depends how she treats me first." Nate answered. Miley sighed.

"Okay then. I gotta find Alex. See you around, Nate." she said, kissing his cheek then walking down the hallway to find her upset best friend.

Nate shook his head and walked away. He turned down the hall and froze to what he saw. Alex was leaning against the wall, hugging her legs protectively, and burying her face behind them. She looked like she was crying. Nate thought he just saw a miracle, or at least something impossible. Alex never cried, at school anyways. Nate felt his stomach drop as he stared at the person he hated the most cry, right there in the middle of a hallway.

As much as he wanted to turn around and walk the opposite direction, his class was right next to Alex. He sighed, walking closer towards her. He felt unwanted guilt built up against his back as he walked closer and closer towards her. Nate actually felt sorry for her. He wanted her to feel better, be hyper, obnoxious, and loud again, but only because he couldn't stand the fact that he actually felt sorry for her.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked, sounding more rude than he intended to. Nate scratched the back of his head as Alex ignored him. He cleared his throat, hating this awkward feeling going on between them. "Are you okay?" he asked, sounding a little more caringly. Alex looked at him for a split second before burying her face behind her legs again. Nate swore that she was crying. He bent down so he reached her level. "Hey, are you crying?" he asked. He sounded so surprised. Heck, everyone would of sounded surprise. Alex Russo was crying.

"No." Alex snapped back, wiping her tears with the sleeves on her shirt. "I'm not." she said, her voice cracking at the end. She glared at Nate, her tears barely drying up. "What's it to you anyways? What? You want to make fun of me in front of the whole entire student body? Oh, my god, Alex Russo is crying!" she said, getting up. Nate stood up besides her, glaring at her as well. He took a step closer towards her, his body practically pressed closely against hers. Alex stopped breathing. They were so close. His lips were almost touching hers. As they touched, she felt something tingling inside of her. A spark?

"Well sorry for asking." he said. "You know, even if you're sad, down, and hopeless, you're still a bitch." he said, pushing aside her to get to his classroom. Alex gasped, feeling as if a thousands swords just struck her. Of course she and Nate had verbal fights (they were usually physical though), but he never really called her a bitch, whore, slut, anything that would be really offensive to a girl. Alex angrily wiped the remaining tears away and stormed towards her classroom.

She wanted revenge, and she wanted it now. Though Dean wasn't the one she wanted revenge on.

Alex met up with Miley. "Oh, god, Alex! Come on, class is starting in seconds!" Miley said, pulling her best friend towards their classroom. Alex reluctantly ran with her, thinking that if she needed to think about her vengeance, she'll probably do it during history.

Alex sat on her assigned seat, squirming around a little, and tugging on her hair. She was so frustrated and mad, she might throw a fit right there. Alex stared blankly at the chalkboard, loudly tapping her nails against the desk. All the sounds around her droned out and all she could hear were the fast thoughts in her head. She fidgeted around with her school supplies, thinking deeply. Nothing could distract her right now.

She wanted Nate to feel hell today. When he saw her, she wanted him to feel an absolute large amount of pain, a pain that wouldn't go away until a long time. Alex gripped on her pencil bag before quickly releasing it. Her palms were white and her body was shaky.

Then it hit her - why does she care so much?

So what, Nate has called her bad names in the past. He's always made fun of her, called her insulting things, made her miserable. Why was today any different? Why did she just had the sudden feeling to kill Nate when before they would just forget about their argument and probably kick each other in the hallway as their revenge.

"Hey, are you okay?" Miley whispered towards Alex. "Do you want to go to the bathroom and wash your face? You're pale white." Alex shook her head, resting her cheek on the cold desk, turning away from Miley. Miley sighed and nodded her head.

Alex wanted Nate to feel hell, and that's what she'll do.

The bell rang. Alex jumped, feeling like she's only been in that classroom for seconds. She quickly walked out of the classroom, not even bothering to wait for Miley. Revenge can't wait. Luckily, next period was lunch. The doors in the cafeteria flew open and Alex stepped in. All eyes on her, envying, desiring.

Alex ignored her usual stares and marched straight up to Nate. Miley followed behind her, confused to why she's acting so differently all of a sudden. Nate looked up at her as he sat calmly at the lunch table. He gave her a puzzled look before glaring back. "You, you…ugh!" Alex yelled. She grabbed some boy's lunch experiment (salad mixed with soup and spaghetti sauce) and dumped it on Nate's head. "Why don't you do everyone here a favor and just go to hell!" she screamed at him before walking away.

Miley gasped in horror as she finally took in what she just saw. "Alex!" she screeched, running up to Nate to help clean him off. Alex ignored her and ran straight to the bathroom. Everyone in the cafeteria laughed as Miley tried her best to clean Nate up.

"God, I hate her!" Nate yelled, walking quickly to the boys' bathroom.

Miley sighed, slumping into the seat Nate just sat in. She frowned, looking at the table filled with food. She completely lost her appetite though. I need them to be friends. If they're not, then I'll have to spend another two and a half years living like this, maybe even for the rest of my life! God, why does my best friend and my boyfriend just have to hate each other? Why can't they be friends, God? Seriously. Life would be so much easier. They have so much in common, they could get along if they just tried. Miley thought. She then smiled, thinking of a way that Alex and Nate could possibly become friends, or at least acquaintances.

She thought again, thinking that she could make the biggest mistake of her life. That Nate and Alex could hate each other even more than they do now and could even attempt to kill each other. Miley shook her head, thinking that she needed to take a chance. She wanted Alex and Nate to become friends after all.

OMJ

Nate instantly grabbed Alex's arm before she was about to touch the door of the girls' bathroom. Alex shrieked, but Nate quickly covered her mouth. "What the hell is wrong with you?! What is your problem?! Do you just enjoy making people's lives miserable?!" Nate yelled, pinning her against the wall. Alex pushed him away, brushing her shoulders.

"How about you?! Do you enjoy kicking people when they're down?!" she snapped back. It took all the strength and tolerance in Nate's body not to hit Alex right there. He just glared at her, hating her. Alex took a step closer towards Nate. Her legs on his, her stomach on his, her chest on his. They were touching again. Alex could feel that strange and new feeling inside of her again. That…spark. "Do you just enjoy making girls cry?" she asked, pointing a finger at him.

Nate scoffed and shook his head. "Oh, please. Is this your pathetic way of making me feel like I'm the bad guy of the situation? You're the one who dumped crap all over me!" he said back, pressing even closer against her. "You deliberately humiliated me in front of the student body again!"

"Jesus Christ, Nate! I was freaking five! Sorry, I didn't know that scissors could cut hair too! And I didn't embarrass you on purpose!" Alex yelled, running her fingers through her hair in frustration. She looked down and sighed. "Hating you just comes naturally nowadays."

"Tell me about it." Nate muttered back, sighing. The two stayed in that position for a while, just standing closely against each other, quiet. Alex actually liked this. She almost smiled as she felt her body tingling. She then snapped out of her dream land, remembering that this is Miley's boyfriend, more importantly the guy she hates.

"Nate?" Alex asked. Her voice actually sounded sweet and innocent. It was something Nate wasn't used to. He hid his shocked face as he tried to look into Alex's eyes without acting like a fool. "Could you get off of me!" she yelled, attempting to push his strong and heavy built body off of hers.

Nate stepped back and tried not to blush of embarrassment. He rolled his eyes and walked straight to the boys' bathroom to wash all of the gunk out of his hair and clothes.

Alex leaned up against the wall with her arms folded across her chest and her eyes staring straight at the peach and yellow tiled floor. She was blushing immensely and her eyes were sparkling. She sighed, looking straight up. She could feel her cheeks burning and her insides flipping up and down. She smiled a little, but then quickly frowned.

This was Nate she was acting all giddy about.

That's close enough to being illegal.

A/N: Okay peoples, here's my new story! Yippeee!!!! The lyrics on the top mean something btw. (Psh, I didn't just put them there randomly.) I noticed as I was brainstorming and prewriting this in my notebooks that each chapter reminds me of a part of lyrics from a certain song. Gives You Hell is pretty self-explanatory for this chapter. lol.
So tell me what you guys think! Should I continue or not???