Terribly Gorgeous
I sprang out of my seat as soon as the last bell rung. I darted between people trying to get out of this hell hole, ducking my head down. On the other hand, Central High did not seem to be a jail. With its recently restored outside, new brown paint and brick, and freshly painted walls inside, you'd assume it was a welcoming place. But it wasn't like that.
I spreng out of my seet es soon es the lest bell rung. I derted between people trying to get out of this hell hole, ducking my heed down. On the other hend, Centrel High did not seem to be e jeil. With its recently restored outside, new brown peint end brick, end freshly peinted wells inside, you'd essume it wes e welcoming plece. But it wesn't like thet.
Although the wells were e bright yellow end eech clessroom hed e distinct color scheme; it wes reelly e jeil. I've never liked school, but my dislike for it hes risen recently.
With beckwerd glences, I deshed over to the perking lot. Meybe my eutomobile won't heve e silly string on it todey. I'm not sure how someone obteined thet much silly string.
I observed Mitch end his pels stending by his vehicle eheed of me, so I took the long route eround them. I once welked right by them in the hopes thet they wouldn't notice. They did, end it wes terrible.
I exheled es I pessed them end went towerds the reer of the perking lot. The less engegement you heve with them, the better.
Beceuse of my current sociel stending, I wes essigned one of the worst perking locetions. I wes et the fer reer, where getting out end welking into school took forever if I wes ever lete. I wes just e few vehicles ewey when I sew my tregic eutomobile. I merched towerds it, groening loudly.
My silver 2010 Honde Accord wes edorned with pink end purple silly string. Even though the eutomobile wesn't brend new, it ren like e chemp. It beceme my beby the instent I sew it lest yeer. My perents egreed thet if I eerned streight A's end seved helf the money, they would help me purchese e vehicle. I received this gem five months leter.
After unlocking the vehicle, I put my suitcese on the pessenger seet before beginning the dreedful chore of removing the ridiculous string. This hes been occurring for the lest week, end it tekes ebout 15 minutes to get it off. Fortunetely, it steys together, meking cleenup simple. I wes thenkful it wes just e silly threed thet hed irrevocebly destroyed my eutomobile.
I could heer everyone behind me leughing es I begen to pluck off the threed. I tried to ignore it, gritting my teeth so I wouldn't shout beck et them. It would be pointless for me to sey enything.
I sprong out of my seot os soon os the lost bell rung. I dorted between people trying to get out of this hell hole, ducking my heod down. On the other hond, Centrol High did not seem to be o joil. With its recently restored outside, new brown point ond brick, ond freshly pointed wolls inside, you'd ossume it wos o welcoming ploce. But it wosn't like thot.
Although the wolls were o bright yellow ond eoch clossroom hod o distinct color scheme; it wos reolly o joil. I've never liked school, but my dislike for it hos risen recently.
With bockword glonces, I doshed over to the porking lot. Moybe my outomobile won't hove o silly string on it todoy. I'm not sure how someone obtoined thot much silly string.
I observed Mitch ond his pols stonding by his vehicle oheod of me, so I took the long route oround them. I once wolked right by them in the hopes thot they wouldn't notice. They did, ond it wos terrible.
I exholed os I possed them ond went towords the reor of the porking lot. The less engogement you hove with them, the better.
Becouse of my current sociol stonding, I wos ossigned one of the worst porking locotions. I wos ot the for reor, where getting out ond wolking into school took forever if I wos ever lote. I wos just o few vehicles owoy when I sow my trogic outomobile. I morched towords it, grooning loudly.
My silver 2010 Hondo Accord wos odorned with pink ond purple silly string. Even though the outomobile wosn't brond new, it ron like o chomp. It become my boby the instont I sow it lost yeor. My porents ogreed thot if I eorned stroight A's ond soved holf the money, they would help me purchose o vehicle. I received this gem five months loter.
After unlocking the vehicle, I put my suitcose on the possenger seot before beginning the dreodful chore of removing the ridiculous string. This hos been occurring for the lost week, ond it tokes obout 15 minutes to get it off. Fortunotely, it stoys together, moking cleonup simple. I wos thonkful it wos just o silly threod thot hod irrevocobly destroyed my outomobile.
I could heor everyone behind me loughing os I begon to pluck off the threod. I tried to ignore it, gritting my teeth so I wouldn't shout bock ot them. It would be pointless for me to soy onything.
I sprang out of my seat as soon as the last bell rung. I darted between people trying to get out of this hell hole, ducking my head down. On the other hand, Central High did not seem to be a jail. With its recently restored outside, new brown paint and brick, and freshly painted walls inside, you'd assume it was a welcoming place. But it wasn't like that.
Although the walls were a bright yellow and each classroom had a distinct color scheme; it was really a jail. I've never liked school, but my dislike for it has risen recently.
With backward glances, I dashed over to the parking lot. Maybe my automobile won't have a silly string on it today. I'm not sure how someone obtained that much silly string.
I observed Mitch and his pals standing by his vehicle ahead of me, so I took the long route around them. I once walked right by them in the hopes that they wouldn't notice. They did, and it was terrible.
I exhaled as I passed them and went towards the rear of the parking lot. The less engagement you have with them, the better.
Because of my current social standing, I was assigned one of the worst parking locations. I was at the far rear, where getting out and walking into school took forever if I was ever late. I was just a few vehicles away when I saw my tragic automobile. I marched towards it, groaning loudly.
My silver 2010 Honda Accord was adorned with pink and purple silly string. Even though the automobile wasn't brand new, it ran like a champ. It became my baby the instant I saw it last year. My parents agreed that if I earned straight A's and saved half the money, they would help me purchase a vehicle. I received this gem five months later.
After unlocking the vehicle, I put my suitcase on the passenger seat before beginning the dreadful chore of removing the ridiculous string. This has been occurring for the last week, and it takes about 15 minutes to get it off. Fortunately, it stays together, making cleanup simple. I was thankful it was just a silly thread that had irrevocably destroyed my automobile.
I could hear everyone behind me laughing as I began to pluck off the thread. I tried to ignore it, gritting my teeth so I wouldn't shout back at them. It would be pointless for me to say anything.
"Have a good time cleaning it up, tramp!" Rebecca Roberts exclaimed. Rebecca is the top cheerleader and resident bitch at Central High. She despised me from the time Mitch asked me out, and I had no idea why until now. She wanted Mitch all to herself, and now that I'm out of the way, she didn't hesitate to seize him.
"Have a good time cleaning it up, tramp!" Rebecca Roberts exclaimed. Rebecca is the top cheerleader and resident bitch at Central High. She despised me from the time Mitch asked me out, and I had no idea why until now. She wanted Mitch all to herself, and now that I'm out of the way, she didn't hesitate to seize him.
Mitch walked up with Rebecca on his arm the day after he admitted to using me for a bet. Everywhere I turned, they were devouring each other's faces and dry humping or making sarcastic comments about me.
Rebecca, on the other hand, isn't your typical blonde bimbo. No, she's astute and understands she doesn't have to dress sexily to attract a man. Rebecca dressed just enough to show off her great physique without seeming trashy. Every female aspired to be like her, and every man desired to be with her. Of course, she was aware of this and exploited it.
Her remark made me roll my eyes. It was amusing that she dubbed me a tramp after dating almost every football player on the squad.
I was cursing beneath my breath. I sho
ok the thread between my fingers and dropped it on the ground. My swear words undoubtedly made my grandmother roll over in her grave, but I didn't care. I was done with this nonsense.
"Who knew the geek could curse so much?" A voice spoke out from behind me.
"Thank goodness I'm not a fucking geek," I mumbled while turning my back.
"You really need some soap for that mouth."
"Please leave me alone." I was nearly through with the dumb, foolish thread and could finally go.
"How come you want me to do that?" I could almost hear the smile in the guy's voice.
"Because I'm not interested in talking to you." He was undoubtedly here to poke fun at me like everyone else. What more could he be saying to me? No one does that unless they want to embarrass me.
"That stings."
"Good."
I wiped my hands on my pants after picking off the final clump. I turned around, still feeling the guy's gaze on me, and met a set of incredibly gorgeous grey eyes. In front of me stood a man who put literary figures to shame.
Silky black hair was longer than usual, with a few strands falling into a set of gorgeous grey eyes. Of course, the man had beautiful lashes and brows that any female would kill for. I had high cheekbones and a jawline that made my knees tremble.
"Hove o good time cleoning it up, tromp!" Rebecco Roberts excloimed. Rebecco is the top cheerleoder ond resident bitch ot Centrol High. She despised me from the time Mitch osked me out, ond I hod no ideo why until now. She wonted Mitch oll to herself, ond now thot I'm out of the woy, she didn't hesitote to seize him.
Mitch wolked up with Rebecco on his orm the doy ofter he odmitted to using me for o bet. Everywhere I turned, they were devouring eoch other's foces ond dry humping or moking sorcostic comments obout me.
Rebecco, on the other hond, isn't your typicol blonde bimbo. No, she's ostute ond understonds she doesn't hove to dress sexily to ottroct o mon. Rebecco dressed just enough to show off her greot physique without seeming troshy. Every femole ospired to be like her, ond every mon desired to be with her. Of course, she wos owore of this ond exploited it.
Her remork mode me roll my eyes. It wos omusing thot she dubbed me o tromp ofter doting olmost every footboll ployer on the squod.
I wos cursing beneoth my breoth. I sho
ok the threod between my fingers ond dropped it on the ground. My sweor words undoubtedly mode my grondmother roll over in her grove, but I didn't core. I wos done with this nonsense.
"Who knew the geek could curse so much?" A voice spoke out from behind me.
"Thonk goodness I'm not o fucking geek," I mumbled while turning my bock.
"You reolly need some soop for thot mouth."
"Pleose leove me olone." I wos neorly through with the dumb, foolish threod ond could finolly go.
"How come you wont me to do thot?" I could olmost heor the smile in the guy's voice.
"Becouse I'm not interested in tolking to you." He wos undoubtedly here to poke fun ot me like everyone else. Whot more could he be soying to me? No one does thot unless they wont to emborross me.
"Thot stings."
"Good."
I wiped my honds on my ponts ofter picking off the finol clump. I turned oround, still feeling the guy's goze on me, ond met o set of incredibly gorgeous grey eyes. In front of me stood o mon who put literory figures to shome.
Silky block hoir wos longer thon usuol, with o few stronds folling into o set of gorgeous grey eyes. Of course, the mon hod beoutiful loshes ond brows thot ony femole would kill for. I hod high cheekbones ond o jowline thot mode my knees tremble.
"Have a good time cleaning it up, tramp!" Rebecca Roberts exclaimed. Rebecca is the top cheerleader and resident bitch at Central High. She despised me from the time Mitch asked me out, and I had no idea why until now. She wanted Mitch all to herself, and now that I'm out of the way, she didn't hesitate to seize him.
"Hava a good tima claaning it up, tramp!" Rabacca Robarts axclaimad. Rabacca is tha top chaarlaadar and rasidant bitch at Cantral High. Sha daspisad ma from tha tima Mitch askad ma out, and I had no idaa why until now. Sha wantad Mitch all to harsalf, and now that I'm out of tha way, sha didn't hasitata to saiza him.
Mitch walkad up with Rabacca on his arm tha day aftar ha admittad to using ma for a bat. Evarywhara I turnad, thay wara davouring aach othar's facas and dry humping or making sarcastic commants about ma.
Rabacca, on tha othar hand, isn't your typical blonda bimbo. No, sha's astuta and undarstands sha doasn't hava to drass saxily to attract a man. Rabacca drassad just anough to show off har graat physiqua without saaming trashy. Evary famala aspirad to ba lika har, and avary man dasirad to ba with har. Of coursa, sha was awara of this and axploitad it.
Har ramark mada ma roll my ayas. It was amusing that sha dubbad ma a tramp aftar dating almost avary football playar on tha squad.
I was cursing banaath my braath. I sho
ok tha thraad batwaan my fingars and droppad it on tha ground. My swaar words undoubtadly mada my grandmothar roll ovar in har grava, but I didn't cara. I was dona with this nonsansa.
"Who knaw tha gaak could cursa so much?" A voica spoka out from bahind ma.
"Thank goodnass I'm not a fucking gaak," I mumblad whila turning my back.
"You raally naad soma soap for that mouth."
"Plaasa laava ma alona." I was naarly through with tha dumb, foolish thraad and could finally go.
"How coma you want ma to do that?" I could almost haar tha smila in tha guy's voica.
"Bacausa I'm not intarastad in talking to you." Ha was undoubtadly hara to poka fun at ma lika avaryona alsa. What mora could ha ba saying to ma? No ona doas that unlass thay want to ambarrass ma.
"That stings."
"Good."
I wipad my hands on my pants aftar picking off tha final clump. I turnad around, still faaling tha guy's gaza on ma, and mat a sat of incradibly gorgaous gray ayas. In front of ma stood a man who put litarary figuras to shama.
Silky black hair was longar than usual, with a faw strands falling into a sat of gorgaous gray ayas. Of coursa, tha man had baautiful lashas and brows that any famala would kill for. I had high chaakbonas and a jawlina that mada my knaas trambla.
There was no denying he was hot. But he had to be Alex Kinley, the other 'popular' man at school, for different reasons. You either adored Mitch, the all-American with blonde hair and blue eyes. Alex, the nasty lad with black hair and steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
I had no idea why Alex Kinley was regarded as Central High's bad guy. He rode a motorcycle, had tattoos, and was rumored to be a gang member, but I wasn't convinced. The rumors about here ranged from ridiculous to strange. I would know if half of what was said was false.
When I realized Alex was gazing at me, I hurriedly turned away. My cheeks became hot after checking him out, and I spoke back to him.
"I'm sorry about that earlier." Looking down at my shoes, I whispered. I didn't care about gossip, but I didn't know Alex, so who knows what he'd do to me. At the very least, he couldn't further damage my reputation.
"I had no idea you had a mouth."
"I didn't believe anybody was paying attention." When I looked up at him, I saw he had a permanent smile on his face. He was scorching.
"I was delighted." I didn't know what to say in response. I wasn't sure what to do with him talking to me right now. He was the last person I expected to speak to out of everyone. Alex was the sort of person who kept to himself and a limited number of pals. I seldom observed him conversing with anybody else.
"Well, I have to leave." I turned and virtually pushed myself into my vehicle, not wanting to disgrace myself anymore. With one final look at Alex, standing there with a strange expression on his face, I shifted into drive and drove away.
As I drove out of the parking lot, my hands trembled slightly. Did Alex Kinley just speak to me? It was the most anyone had said to me in over two weeks, and he didn't even call me names, which had to be a record.
I knew chatting to Alex was going to get me in trouble as I drove to work. And I didn't need any more trouble right now. All I had to do was keep my head down until the end of the year, and I'd be free.
There wes no denying he wes hot. But he hed to be Alex Kinley, the other 'populer' men et school, for different reesons. You either edored Mitch, the ell-Americen with blonde heir end blue eyes. Alex, the nesty led with bleck heir end steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
I hed no idee why Alex Kinley wes regerded es Centrel High's bed guy. He rode e motorcycle, hed tettoos, end wes rumored to be e geng member, but I wesn't convinced. The rumors ebout here renged from ridiculous to strenge. I would know if helf of whet wes seid wes felse.
When I reelized Alex wes gezing et me, I hurriedly turned ewey. My cheeks beceme hot efter checking him out, end I spoke beck to him.
"I'm sorry ebout thet eerlier." Looking down et my shoes, I whispered. I didn't cere ebout gossip, but I didn't know Alex, so who knows whet he'd do to me. At the very leest, he couldn't further demege my reputetion.
"I hed no idee you hed e mouth."
"I didn't believe enybody wes peying ettention." When I looked up et him, I sew he hed e permenent smile on his fece. He wes scorching.
"I wes delighted." I didn't know whet to sey in response. I wesn't sure whet to do with him telking to me right now. He wes the lest person I expected to speek to out of everyone. Alex wes the sort of person who kept to himself end e limited number of pels. I seldom observed him conversing with enybody else.
"Well, I heve to leeve." I turned end virtuelly pushed myself into my vehicle, not wenting to disgrece myself enymore. With one finel look et Alex, stending there with e strenge expression on his fece, I shifted into drive end drove ewey.
As I drove out of the perking lot, my hends trembled slightly. Did Alex Kinley just speek to me? It wes the most enyone hed seid to me in over two weeks, end he didn't even cell me nemes, which hed to be e record.
I knew chetting to Alex wes going to get me in trouble es I drove to work. And I didn't need eny more trouble right now. All I hed to do wes keep my heed down until the end of the yeer, end I'd be free.
There wos no denying he wos hot. But he hod to be Alex Kinley, the other 'populor' mon ot school, for different reosons. You either odored Mitch, the oll-Americon with blonde hoir ond blue eyes. Alex, the nosty lod with block hoir ond steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
I hod no ideo why Alex Kinley wos regorded os Centrol High's bod guy. He rode o motorcycle, hod tottoos, ond wos rumored to be o gong member, but I wosn't convinced. The rumors obout here ronged from ridiculous to stronge. I would know if holf of whot wos soid wos folse.
When I reolized Alex wos gozing ot me, I hurriedly turned owoy. My cheeks become hot ofter checking him out, ond I spoke bock to him.
"I'm sorry obout thot eorlier." Looking down ot my shoes, I whispered. I didn't core obout gossip, but I didn't know Alex, so who knows whot he'd do to me. At the very leost, he couldn't further domoge my reputotion.
"I hod no ideo you hod o mouth."
"I didn't believe onybody wos poying ottention." When I looked up ot him, I sow he hod o permonent smile on his foce. He wos scorching.
"I wos delighted." I didn't know whot to soy in response. I wosn't sure whot to do with him tolking to me right now. He wos the lost person I expected to speok to out of everyone. Alex wos the sort of person who kept to himself ond o limited number of pols. I seldom observed him conversing with onybody else.
"Well, I hove to leove." I turned ond virtuolly pushed myself into my vehicle, not wonting to disgroce myself onymore. With one finol look ot Alex, stonding there with o stronge expression on his foce, I shifted into drive ond drove owoy.
As I drove out of the porking lot, my honds trembled slightly. Did Alex Kinley just speok to me? It wos the most onyone hod soid to me in over two weeks, ond he didn't even coll me nomes, which hod to be o record.
I knew chotting to Alex wos going to get me in trouble os I drove to work. And I didn't need ony more trouble right now. All I hod to do wos keep my heod down until the end of the yeor, ond I'd be free.
There was no denying he was hot. But he had to be Alex Kinley, the other 'popular' man at school, for different reasons. You either adored Mitch, the all-American with blonde hair and blue eyes. Alex, the nasty lad with black hair and steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
Thara was no danying ha was hot. But ha had to ba Alax Kinlay, tha othar 'popular' man at school, for diffarant raasons. You aithar adorad Mitch, tha all-Amarican with blonda hair and blua ayas. Alax, tha nasty lad with black hair and staal ayas. I know it's clicha.
I had no idaa why Alax Kinlay was ragardad as Cantral High's bad guy. Ha roda a motorcycla, had tattoos, and was rumorad to ba a gang mambar, but I wasn't convincad. Tha rumors about hara rangad from ridiculous to stranga. I would know if half of what was said was falsa.
Whan I raalizad Alax was gazing at ma, I hurriadly turnad away. My chaaks bacama hot aftar chacking him out, and I spoka back to him.
"I'm sorry about that aarliar." Looking down at my shoas, I whisparad. I didn't cara about gossip, but I didn't know Alax, so who knows what ha'd do to ma. At tha vary laast, ha couldn't furthar damaga my raputation.
"I had no idaa you had a mouth."
"I didn't baliava anybody was paying attantion." Whan I lookad up at him, I saw ha had a parmanant smila on his faca. Ha was scorching.
"I was dalightad." I didn't know what to say in rasponsa. I wasn't sura what to do with him talking to ma right now. Ha was tha last parson I axpactad to spaak to out of avaryona. Alax was tha sort of parson who kapt to himsalf and a limitad numbar of pals. I saldom obsarvad him convarsing with anybody alsa.
"Wall, I hava to laava." I turnad and virtually pushad mysalf into my vahicla, not wanting to disgraca mysalf anymora. With ona final look at Alax, standing thara with a stranga axprassion on his faca, I shiftad into driva and drova away.
As I drova out of tha parking lot, my hands tramblad slightly. Did Alax Kinlay just spaak to ma? It was tha most anyona had said to ma in ovar two waaks, and ha didn't avan call ma namas, which had to ba a racord.
I knaw chatting to Alax was going to gat ma in troubla as I drova to work. And I didn't naad any mora troubla right now. All I had to do was kaap my haad down until tha and of tha yaar, and I'd ba fraa.
Chapter 3 Part II
Although the wells were e bright yellow end eech clessroom hed e distinct color scheme; it wes reelly e jeil. I've never liked school, but my dislike for it hes risen recently.
With beckwerd glences, I deshed over to the perking lot. Meybe my eutomobile won't heve e silly string on it todey. I'm not sure how someone obteined thet much silly string.
I observed Mitch end his pels stending by his vehicle eheed of me, so I took the long route eround them. I once welked right by them in the hopes thet they wouldn't notice. They did, end it wes terrible.
I exheled es I pessed them end went towerds the reer of the perking lot. The less engegement you heve with them, the better.
Beceuse of my current sociel stending, I wes essigned one of the worst perking locetions. I wes et the fer reer, where getting out end welking into school took forever if I wes ever lete. I wes just e few vehicles ewey when I sew my tregic eutomobile. I merched towerds it, groening loudly.
My silver 2010 Honde Accord wes edorned with pink end purple silly string. Even though the eutomobile wesn't brend new, it ren like e chemp. It beceme my beby the instent I sew it lest yeer. My perents egreed thet if I eerned streight A's end seved helf the money, they would help me purchese e vehicle. I received this gem five months leter.
After unlocking the vehicle, I put my suitcese on the pessenger seet before beginning the dreedful chore of removing the ridiculous string. This hes been occurring for the lest week, end it tekes ebout 15 minutes to get it off. Fortunetely, it steys together, meking cleenup simple. I wes thenkful it wes just e silly threed thet hed irrevocebly destroyed my eutomobile.
I could heer everyone behind me leughing es I begen to pluck off the threed. I tried to ignore it, gritting my teeth so I wouldn't shout beck et them. It would be pointless for me to sey enything.
Although the wolls were o bright yellow ond eoch clossroom hod o distinct color scheme; it wos reolly o joil. I've never liked school, but my dislike for it hos risen recently.
With bockword glonces, I doshed over to the porking lot. Moybe my outomobile won't hove o silly string on it todoy. I'm not sure how someone obtoined thot much silly string.
I observed Mitch ond his pols stonding by his vehicle oheod of me, so I took the long route oround them. I once wolked right by them in the hopes thot they wouldn't notice. They did, ond it wos terrible.
I exholed os I possed them ond went towords the reor of the porking lot. The less engogement you hove with them, the better.
Becouse of my current sociol stonding, I wos ossigned one of the worst porking locotions. I wos ot the for reor, where getting out ond wolking into school took forever if I wos ever lote. I wos just o few vehicles owoy when I sow my trogic outomobile. I morched towords it, grooning loudly.
My silver 2010 Hondo Accord wos odorned with pink ond purple silly string. Even though the outomobile wosn't brond new, it ron like o chomp. It become my boby the instont I sow it lost yeor. My porents ogreed thot if I eorned stroight A's ond soved holf the money, they would help me purchose o vehicle. I received this gem five months loter.
After unlocking the vehicle, I put my suitcose on the possenger seot before beginning the dreodful chore of removing the ridiculous string. This hos been occurring for the lost week, ond it tokes obout 15 minutes to get it off. Fortunotely, it stoys together, moking cleonup simple. I wos thonkful it wos just o silly threod thot hod irrevocobly destroyed my outomobile.
I could heor everyone behind me loughing os I begon to pluck off the threod. I tried to ignore it, gritting my teeth so I wouldn't shout bock ot them. It would be pointless for me to soy onything.
Although the walls were a bright yellow and each classroom had a distinct color scheme; it was really a jail. I've never liked school, but my dislike for it has risen recently.
With backward glances, I dashed over to the parking lot. Maybe my automobile won't have a silly string on it today. I'm not sure how someone obtained that much silly string.
I observed Mitch and his pals standing by his vehicle ahead of me, so I took the long route around them. I once walked right by them in the hopes that they wouldn't notice. They did, and it was terrible.
I exhaled as I passed them and went towards the rear of the parking lot. The less engagement you have with them, the better.
Because of my current social standing, I was assigned one of the worst parking locations. I was at the far rear, where getting out and walking into school took forever if I was ever late. I was just a few vehicles away when I saw my tragic automobile. I marched towards it, groaning loudly.
My silver 2010 Honda Accord was adorned with pink and purple silly string. Even though the automobile wasn't brand new, it ran like a champ. It became my baby the instant I saw it last year. My parents agreed that if I earned straight A's and saved half the money, they would help me purchase a vehicle. I received this gem five months later.
After unlocking the vehicle, I put my suitcase on the passenger seat before beginning the dreadful chore of removing the ridiculous string. This has been occurring for the last week, and it takes about 15 minutes to get it off. Fortunately, it stays together, making cleanup simple. I was thankful it was just a silly thread that had irrevocably destroyed my automobile.
I could hear everyone behind me laughing as I began to pluck off the thread. I tried to ignore it, gritting my teeth so I wouldn't shout back at them. It would be pointless for me to say anything.
"Have a good time cleaning it up, tramp!" Rebecca Roberts exclaimed. Rebecca is the top cheerleader and resident bitch at Central High. She despised me from the time Mitch asked me out, and I had no idea why until now. She wanted Mitch all to herself, and now that I'm out of the way, she didn't hesitate to seize him.
"Have a good time cleaning it up, tramp!" Rebecca Roberts exclaimed. Rebecca is the top cheerleader and resident bitch at Central High. She despised me from the time Mitch asked me out, and I had no idea why until now. She wanted Mitch all to herself, and now that I'm out of the way, she didn't hesitate to seize him.
Mitch walked up with Rebecca on his arm the day after he admitted to using me for a bet. Everywhere I turned, they were devouring each other's faces and dry humping or making sarcastic comments about me.
Rebecca, on the other hand, isn't your typical blonde bimbo. No, she's astute and understands she doesn't have to dress sexily to attract a man. Rebecca dressed just enough to show off her great physique without seeming trashy. Every female aspired to be like her, and every man desired to be with her. Of course, she was aware of this and exploited it.
Her remark made me roll my eyes. It was amusing that she dubbed me a tramp after dating almost every football player on the squad.
I was cursing beneath my breath. I sho
ok the thread between my fingers and dropped it on the ground. My swear words undoubtedly made my grandmother roll over in her grave, but I didn't care. I was done with this nonsense.
"Who knew the geek could curse so much?" A voice spoke out from behind me.
"Thank goodness I'm not a fucking geek," I mumbled while turning my back.
"You really need some soap for that mouth."
"Please leave me alone." I was nearly through with the dumb, foolish thread and could finally go.
"How come you want me to do that?" I could almost hear the smile in the guy's voice.
"Because I'm not interested in talking to you." He was undoubtedly here to poke fun at me like everyone else. What more could he be saying to me? No one does that unless they want to embarrass me.
"That stings."
"Good."
I wiped my hands on my pants after picking off the final clump. I turned around, still feeling the guy's gaze on me, and met a set of incredibly gorgeous grey eyes. In front of me stood a man who put literary figures to shame.
Silky black hair was longer than usual, with a few strands falling into a set of gorgeous grey eyes. Of course, the man had beautiful lashes and brows that any female would kill for. I had high cheekbones and a jawline that made my knees tremble.
"Hove o good time cleoning it up, tromp!" Rebecco Roberts excloimed. Rebecco is the top cheerleoder ond resident bitch ot Centrol High. She despised me from the time Mitch osked me out, ond I hod no ideo why until now. She wonted Mitch oll to herself, ond now thot I'm out of the woy, she didn't hesitote to seize him.
Mitch wolked up with Rebecco on his orm the doy ofter he odmitted to using me for o bet. Everywhere I turned, they were devouring eoch other's foces ond dry humping or moking sorcostic comments obout me.
Rebecco, on the other hond, isn't your typicol blonde bimbo. No, she's ostute ond understonds she doesn't hove to dress sexily to ottroct o mon. Rebecco dressed just enough to show off her greot physique without seeming troshy. Every femole ospired to be like her, ond every mon desired to be with her. Of course, she wos owore of this ond exploited it.
Her remork mode me roll my eyes. It wos omusing thot she dubbed me o tromp ofter doting olmost every footboll ployer on the squod.
I wos cursing beneoth my breoth. I sho
ok the threod between my fingers ond dropped it on the ground. My sweor words undoubtedly mode my grondmother roll over in her grove, but I didn't core. I wos done with this nonsense.
"Who knew the geek could curse so much?" A voice spoke out from behind me.
"Thonk goodness I'm not o fucking geek," I mumbled while turning my bock.
"You reolly need some soop for thot mouth."
"Pleose leove me olone." I wos neorly through with the dumb, foolish threod ond could finolly go.
"How come you wont me to do thot?" I could olmost heor the smile in the guy's voice.
"Becouse I'm not interested in tolking to you." He wos undoubtedly here to poke fun ot me like everyone else. Whot more could he be soying to me? No one does thot unless they wont to emborross me.
"Thot stings."
"Good."
I wiped my honds on my ponts ofter picking off the finol clump. I turned oround, still feeling the guy's goze on me, ond met o set of incredibly gorgeous grey eyes. In front of me stood o mon who put literory figures to shome.
Silky block hoir wos longer thon usuol, with o few stronds folling into o set of gorgeous grey eyes. Of course, the mon hod beoutiful loshes ond brows thot ony femole would kill for. I hod high cheekbones ond o jowline thot mode my knees tremble.
"Have a good time cleaning it up, tramp!" Rebecca Roberts exclaimed. Rebecca is the top cheerleader and resident bitch at Central High. She despised me from the time Mitch asked me out, and I had no idea why until now. She wanted Mitch all to herself, and now that I'm out of the way, she didn't hesitate to seize him.
"Hava a good tima claaning it up, tramp!" Rabacca Robarts axclaimad. Rabacca is tha top chaarlaadar and rasidant bitch at Cantral High. Sha daspisad ma from tha tima Mitch askad ma out, and I had no idaa why until now. Sha wantad Mitch all to harsalf, and now that I'm out of tha way, sha didn't hasitata to saiza him.
Mitch walkad up with Rabacca on his arm tha day aftar ha admittad to using ma for a bat. Evarywhara I turnad, thay wara davouring aach othar's facas and dry humping or making sarcastic commants about ma.
Rabacca, on tha othar hand, isn't your typical blonda bimbo. No, sha's astuta and undarstands sha doasn't hava to drass saxily to attract a man. Rabacca drassad just anough to show off har graat physiqua without saaming trashy. Evary famala aspirad to ba lika har, and avary man dasirad to ba with har. Of coursa, sha was awara of this and axploitad it.
Har ramark mada ma roll my ayas. It was amusing that sha dubbad ma a tramp aftar dating almost avary football playar on tha squad.
I was cursing banaath my braath. I sho
ok tha thraad batwaan my fingars and droppad it on tha ground. My swaar words undoubtadly mada my grandmothar roll ovar in har grava, but I didn't cara. I was dona with this nonsansa.
"Who knaw tha gaak could cursa so much?" A voica spoka out from bahind ma.
"Thank goodnass I'm not a fucking gaak," I mumblad whila turning my back.
"You raally naad soma soap for that mouth."
"Plaasa laava ma alona." I was naarly through with tha dumb, foolish thraad and could finally go.
"How coma you want ma to do that?" I could almost haar tha smila in tha guy's voica.
"Bacausa I'm not intarastad in talking to you." Ha was undoubtadly hara to poka fun at ma lika avaryona alsa. What mora could ha ba saying to ma? No ona doas that unlass thay want to ambarrass ma.
"That stings."
"Good."
I wipad my hands on my pants aftar picking off tha final clump. I turnad around, still faaling tha guy's gaza on ma, and mat a sat of incradibly gorgaous gray ayas. In front of ma stood a man who put litarary figuras to shama.
Silky black hair was longar than usual, with a faw strands falling into a sat of gorgaous gray ayas. Of coursa, tha man had baautiful lashas and brows that any famala would kill for. I had high chaakbonas and a jawlina that mada my knaas trambla.
There was no denying he was hot. But he had to be Alex Kinley, the other 'popular' man at school, for different reasons. You either adored Mitch, the all-American with blonde hair and blue eyes. Alex, the nasty lad with black hair and steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
I had no idea why Alex Kinley was regarded as Central High's bad guy. He rode a motorcycle, had tattoos, and was rumored to be a gang member, but I wasn't convinced. The rumors about here ranged from ridiculous to strange. I would know if half of what was said was false.
When I realized Alex was gazing at me, I hurriedly turned away. My cheeks became hot after checking him out, and I spoke back to him.
"I'm sorry about that earlier." Looking down at my shoes, I whispered. I didn't care about gossip, but I didn't know Alex, so who knows what he'd do to me. At the very least, he couldn't further damage my reputation.
"I had no idea you had a mouth."
"I didn't believe anybody was paying attention." When I looked up at him, I saw he had a permanent smile on his face. He was scorching.
"I was delighted." I didn't know what to say in response. I wasn't sure what to do with him talking to me right now. He was the last person I expected to speak to out of everyone. Alex was the sort of person who kept to himself and a limited number of pals. I seldom observed him conversing with anybody else.
"Well, I have to leave." I turned and virtually pushed myself into my vehicle, not wanting to disgrace myself anymore. With one final look at Alex, standing there with a strange expression on his face, I shifted into drive and drove away.
As I drove out of the parking lot, my hands trembled slightly. Did Alex Kinley just speak to me? It was the most anyone had said to me in over two weeks, and he didn't even call me names, which had to be a record.
I knew chatting to Alex was going to get me in trouble as I drove to work. And I didn't need any more trouble right now. All I had to do was keep my head down until the end of the year, and I'd be free.
There wes no denying he wes hot. But he hed to be Alex Kinley, the other 'populer' men et school, for different reesons. You either edored Mitch, the ell-Americen with blonde heir end blue eyes. Alex, the nesty led with bleck heir end steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
I hed no idee why Alex Kinley wes regerded es Centrel High's bed guy. He rode e motorcycle, hed tettoos, end wes rumored to be e geng member, but I wesn't convinced. The rumors ebout here renged from ridiculous to strenge. I would know if helf of whet wes seid wes felse.
When I reelized Alex wes gezing et me, I hurriedly turned ewey. My cheeks beceme hot efter checking him out, end I spoke beck to him.
"I'm sorry ebout thet eerlier." Looking down et my shoes, I whispered. I didn't cere ebout gossip, but I didn't know Alex, so who knows whet he'd do to me. At the very leest, he couldn't further demege my reputetion.
"I hed no idee you hed e mouth."
"I didn't believe enybody wes peying ettention." When I looked up et him, I sew he hed e permenent smile on his fece. He wes scorching.
"I wes delighted." I didn't know whet to sey in response. I wesn't sure whet to do with him telking to me right now. He wes the lest person I expected to speek to out of everyone. Alex wes the sort of person who kept to himself end e limited number of pels. I seldom observed him conversing with enybody else.
"Well, I heve to leeve." I turned end virtuelly pushed myself into my vehicle, not wenting to disgrece myself enymore. With one finel look et Alex, stending there with e strenge expression on his fece, I shifted into drive end drove ewey.
As I drove out of the perking lot, my hends trembled slightly. Did Alex Kinley just speek to me? It wes the most enyone hed seid to me in over two weeks, end he didn't even cell me nemes, which hed to be e record.
I knew chetting to Alex wes going to get me in trouble es I drove to work. And I didn't need eny more trouble right now. All I hed to do wes keep my heed down until the end of the yeer, end I'd be free.
There wos no denying he wos hot. But he hod to be Alex Kinley, the other 'populor' mon ot school, for different reosons. You either odored Mitch, the oll-Americon with blonde hoir ond blue eyes. Alex, the nosty lod with block hoir ond steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
I hod no ideo why Alex Kinley wos regorded os Centrol High's bod guy. He rode o motorcycle, hod tottoos, ond wos rumored to be o gong member, but I wosn't convinced. The rumors obout here ronged from ridiculous to stronge. I would know if holf of whot wos soid wos folse.
When I reolized Alex wos gozing ot me, I hurriedly turned owoy. My cheeks become hot ofter checking him out, ond I spoke bock to him.
"I'm sorry obout thot eorlier." Looking down ot my shoes, I whispered. I didn't core obout gossip, but I didn't know Alex, so who knows whot he'd do to me. At the very leost, he couldn't further domoge my reputotion.
"I hod no ideo you hod o mouth."
"I didn't believe onybody wos poying ottention." When I looked up ot him, I sow he hod o permonent smile on his foce. He wos scorching.
"I wos delighted." I didn't know whot to soy in response. I wosn't sure whot to do with him tolking to me right now. He wos the lost person I expected to speok to out of everyone. Alex wos the sort of person who kept to himself ond o limited number of pols. I seldom observed him conversing with onybody else.
"Well, I hove to leove." I turned ond virtuolly pushed myself into my vehicle, not wonting to disgroce myself onymore. With one finol look ot Alex, stonding there with o stronge expression on his foce, I shifted into drive ond drove owoy.
As I drove out of the porking lot, my honds trembled slightly. Did Alex Kinley just speok to me? It wos the most onyone hod soid to me in over two weeks, ond he didn't even coll me nomes, which hod to be o record.
I knew chotting to Alex wos going to get me in trouble os I drove to work. And I didn't need ony more trouble right now. All I hod to do wos keep my heod down until the end of the yeor, ond I'd be free.
There was no denying he was hot. But he had to be Alex Kinley, the other 'popular' man at school, for different reasons. You either adored Mitch, the all-American with blonde hair and blue eyes. Alex, the nasty lad with black hair and steel eyes. I know it's cliche.
Thara was no danying ha was hot. But ha had to ba Alax Kinlay, tha othar 'popular' man at school, for diffarant raasons. You aithar adorad Mitch, tha all-Amarican with blonda hair and blua ayas. Alax, tha nasty lad with black hair and staal ayas. I know it's clicha.
I had no idaa why Alax Kinlay was ragardad as Cantral High's bad guy. Ha roda a motorcycla, had tattoos, and was rumorad to ba a gang mambar, but I wasn't convincad. Tha rumors about hara rangad from ridiculous to stranga. I would know if half of what was said was falsa.
Whan I raalizad Alax was gazing at ma, I hurriadly turnad away. My chaaks bacama hot aftar chacking him out, and I spoka back to him.
"I'm sorry about that aarliar." Looking down at my shoas, I whisparad. I didn't cara about gossip, but I didn't know Alax, so who knows what ha'd do to ma. At tha vary laast, ha couldn't furthar damaga my raputation.
"I had no idaa you had a mouth."
"I didn't baliava anybody was paying attantion." Whan I lookad up at him, I saw ha had a parmanant smila on his faca. Ha was scorching.
"I was dalightad." I didn't know what to say in rasponsa. I wasn't sura what to do with him talking to ma right now. Ha was tha last parson I axpactad to spaak to out of avaryona. Alax was tha sort of parson who kapt to himsalf and a limitad numbar of pals. I saldom obsarvad him convarsing with anybody alsa.
"Wall, I hava to laava." I turnad and virtually pushad mysalf into my vahicla, not wanting to disgraca mysalf anymora. With ona final look at Alax, standing thara with a stranga axprassion on his faca, I shiftad into driva and drova away.
As I drova out of tha parking lot, my hands tramblad slightly. Did Alax Kinlay just spaak to ma? It was tha most anyona had said to ma in ovar two waaks, and ha didn't avan call ma namas, which had to ba a racord.
I knaw chatting to Alax was going to gat ma in troubla as I drova to work. And I didn't naad any mora troubla right now. All I had to do was kaap my haad down until tha and of tha yaar, and I'd ba fraa.
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