Oliver wasn't always considered a psychopath and no one can really tell you when they gave him the nickname but after a couple fights, it kind of stuck. Rumors at Westward High were log term and once you got a reputation, it'd be with you for the rest of your high school experience.

Sidney was known as a girl to not be in a relationship with. It wasn't because she wasn't pretty, she was just really independent and strong and most guys our age couldn't handle that.

Kat was the girl every guy wanted but was completely unattainable.

I, well I was just the sidekick.

And Oliver just so happened to be the crazy loner that no one didn't want to get next to without a taser and maybe some drugs to knock him out. And then, you'd most likely need therapy for at least a year before you got over dropping your pencil up his ass that one time.

And let's just say that once you knock the star quarterback into braces and intensive care, causing the school to lose the undefeated streak, you're not exactly liked.

But Oliver was well known.

Either it being the reputation or the way he pounded someone's face in, everyone knew him. And everyone hated him. There's even a rumor that the police officers have his picture up in the station.

I knew that was bullshit.

Now, I never knew the guy so I couldn't really pass judgement.

I could however, stand there in silence with everyone else when he walked into the school Monday morning.

I could try and avoid eye contact.

And that I did.

Not because I was afraid of him. No, Emerson Riley isn't afraid of anyone. Just he fact that I didn't enjoy being glared at by people I didn't know.

And that's exactly what Oliver did if someone walked in his path or even breathed near him.

I remember what he wore that day, some dark wash jeans, paired with a grey hoodie. He looked like any other student, but he stuck out like a sore thumb, as he looked around for something, when he didn't spot it, he glared and then focused his grey-green eyes on some kid that decided to walk across the hall at that moment.

The guy was an exchange student named Luca, he wasn't here long enough to actually know who Oliver Remmer was let alone how to act around him so when Katalina and a couple other girls gasped as their eyes widened, Oliver looked up.

His glare fixated on Luca. And it wasn't just a what-the-hell glare. No, it was a full on I'll-kill-you-if-you-say-anything glare.

Luca must've gotten the message loud and clear as his eyes widened and his body went ridged, he was frozen on the spot and looked as if he was shitting his pants at the thought of what that glare promised.

Once Oliver had passed our way with his head down and earrings gleaming, Kat was able to breathe properly as was Luca as he dropped his books when someone tapped him on the shoulder. Kat loosened her grip on Phoenix's arm and let out a sigh of relief, "That guy scares the crap out of me." She said as the corridor was filled with noise once again.

"The guy needs to pull the pitchfork from his self righteous, pompous butthole," I declared, sneering in disgust at the end of the hall.

Now, I said I didn't know him and I couldn't pass judgement but I was trying to get the class and he literally parted the entire hallway for him to walk by.

Sidney raised an eyebrow.

"What? Just because he can part the Red Sea with one glare, doesn't mean he should. They look at him like he's some kind of God."

Kat chuckled, "Or a devil."

I rolled my eyes, as I heard her thick accent coming into play, "Whatever. All I know is there's something shoved up his ass and he needs to get it checked."

"What a fine ass it is," Sidney muttered as she bit her lip and twisted her caramel colored hands around the skateboard that she was holding.

"Sidney!" Kat shrieked, covering Phoenix's ears as I chuckled a little.

Phoenix shook his head, laughing, before disconnecting her hands from his ears, "I've heard worse," he assured as he lent down to peck her cheek.

Kat wasn't a fan of PDA and he respected that.

That's how nice of a guy he was.

Why would anyone beat him up?

The bell rang, disconnecting me and Sidney from the entire group as my feet made their own way to my next class, her trailing behind in her Clemson hoodie.

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"Is this seat taken?" I asked as I placed my books beside the kid in Psychology. His head was on the desk and he widened his eyes when he'd gotten close enough to recognize that I was talking to him.

"S-s-sorry... Is this your seat. I'm sorry, I'll just leave." Luca muttered, in his thick accent, his blue eyes widening behind his wide rimmed glasses as he picked up his books and started to stand. He ran a hand through his curly brown hair but stopped when I sent him an amused look, shaking my head at him and sitting in the seat next to him.

"You're new here, right? I'm Emerson."

He just nodded his head before looking at the table in front of him, sitting cautiously back in the seat as he started to calm down.

As the bell rang and everyone got situated in the classroom, I stared ahead of me, running my fingers over the pencils that lay on the table.

And then Oliver walked in.

What a coincidence, they put the psychopath in psychology.

And I know what you're thinking, it was so stereotypical high school for us to be in the same class. And I agree that it was completely cliché.

There was even that one nerd who looked like he would shit his pants... And that so happened to be Luca.

The only thing more cliché was when everyone went silent, as if he pulled a Zac Efron in Seventeen Again.

The only thing that wasn't completely ripped off from teen dramas was the fact that the girls weren't drooling over him... Most actually stared at him in astonishment, some in disgust and one girl looked as if she wanted to hang off his arm like a leech but she was too afraid to get close.

And when Sidney bit her lip as he sat beside her, I nearly wanted to spare her from the starstruck moment she had, gripping onto her pen as she frightfully checked him out.

Shamelessly.

And I wondered why I couldn't be as obvious as Sidney when she wanted something.

And at the moment, it seemed to be Oliver.

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"Remind me again why I took Psychology..." I mumbled to myself as I tore my gaze from the scene and actually read the assignment on the board.

"Write down one word that describes you. Don't write your name, just that one word."

Easy right?

Wrong.

Because what word really describes me?

Is it simple or maybe something more complex?

Over a million words in the English dictionary and it's terribly hard to settle on just one... So which one describes me?

Giving up, I stared at the blank piece of paper as I held my pen in my hand.

Tracing out a couple loops and turns, I wrote one word in big bold letters.

Undecided.

I stared at that one word for what felt like hours but might've been no more than five minutes. Still, I couldn't come up with a word that meant more and could describe me in more detail.

Looking around I saw that a girl had written infinite and someone else had written a word along the lines of hungry.

I looked beside me and Luca's paper was turned upside down, blocking me from seeing what he had written.

I couldn't see Sidney's paper from here but I knew that it'd probably say something about sports considering that basketball, dancing, skateboarding, and everything else physical was her life.

Em, you're taking this way too seriously.

Ignoring the sudden feeling of having to erase the word and start over, I placed my pen down, and stared blankly at the teacher.

I was the last person to finish as always and Mrs. Cadigan was patient enough to wait for me to finish before moving on with the lesson.

"Now, I want you to ball up that piece of paper. Just crumple it up," she directed, waving her hand at our confused faces. One by one, we were all trying to dissect her hidden meaning of this useless exercise.

Following her orders, I shaped my paper into a sloppy paper ball as everyone else did. The sound of papers crinkling echoing throughout the class room.

Mrs. Cadigan nodded once we had finished and then she'd instructed us to throw the paper ball.

Yes, throw it. Throw it blindly.

Mindlessly, I threw mine weakly and ducked when I'd witnessed one barreling towards me. Glaring at Sidney, she simply smiled sheepishly and turned back around, catching a paper ball as it flew towards her.

This went on for a couple minutes, just throwing the paper balls around and Mrs. Cadigan trying to settle us down.

"Alright, enough," she spoke loudly as she glared amusedly at a kid when he pelted her in the face with one.

"Well, the point of this was to understand the inter-workings of your mind and your peers. Now, pick one up and open it. I want you to write down four synonyms of that word and guess who's it is. Put your name a the top of your paper and place it in the pile when you're done. After that I want you to continue on the reading from last week."

I didn't even have to guess when I opened up my piece of paper.

'Psychopathic'

Without a doubt in my mind, I knew it was Oliver Remmer.

And then I regretted taking Psychology even more because nothing sparked my interest more than the little reason he had behind writing such a word about himself.

And the curiosity of Oliver would eventually be my downfall.