one taught me love
one taught me patience
and one taught me pain
now im so amazing
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"can you like, not breathe down my neck right now?" karen huffed as the school's heartthrob pinned her against her locker.
alex hamilton looked like an average teenage boy from the outside – smooth and coifed brown hair, brown eyes and a lean build, captain of the football team, decent grades, and the son of the deputy head.
but actually,
he was the most notoriously obnoxious fuckboy.
pulling girls and boys left and right was his brand. he'd feign an attraction towards anybody, take them out for a nice dinner, seemingly polite and dandy – then he'd bring them home and partake unspeakable actions. it was easy because his parents were never home, and his sister was away in paris.
he was coined "the virginity stealer" for obvious reasons – 45% of the students were people he went out with, and for most of them, alex was their first.
karen was not going to be another name in his book.
"sorry, love – you know im just playing with you." alex laughed and put a hand in his pocket. "its just a shame how a cute girl like you would be alone at a time like this."
karen formed her lips into a tight line.
the hardest part about vowing to never be one of his victims is that you're always going to be the one he goes for.
she had to admit; nobody was lying when they said he was good-looking. he had a way with words, but it was all to deceive those whose pants he wanted off. she guessed his eyes were a little bit nice to look in ...
ugh, whatever.
"well, uh, its lunch right now, and i always eat alone so ..." karen looked off to the side, stumped on what to say next.
alex scanned her up and down. he scoffed and slicked his hair back, looking back at his cronies (kealan and jonny) behind him. "that's why you should come sit by us; the coolest kids on the block, you'd immediately get so much street cred." he smirked.
"you know hamilton, how about you use some of those skills you have with the ladies into your schoolwork." karen retaliated. "maybe if you tried, your report card wouldn't be packed full of Cs and Ds.
alex, dumfounded, took his hand off the locker behind her, setting karen free. seizing the opportunity, she quickly gathered all her books, and ran to the canteen.
now stranded and alone in an empty hallway, alex looked at kealan. "she's a little ... spitfire, isn't she?"
"alex, it's really clear she's not into you. just give up." kealan nervously scratched the back of his neck.
"i heard jamison in class E would kill to get a little piece of you." jonny had taken an interest into looking at his nails.
"i don't want jamison." alex sighed.
"i want her."
