trouble

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Hey guys hope you liked the last cliffhanger ^_^
And i will try to update as much as i can in each day (y/n):"can you just go on with the story".okay anyhow
Lets get to the story^_^
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(y/n)pov
"hey baby"james said with delight in his voice "what the fuck do you want"i spat back. "oh i like them feisty"he started rubbing my thigh
I quickly stood up and sat in a random seat
All through the ride james keep shouting perverted thing at me eww but what she didnt notice was a guy watching her from the next seat .

(Magically you appear at the school due to my laziness )
I grabbed a my books for my first period which is math ugh i checked that my shades were on good so no one could see the bruise .i walked into math as i walked to the back the queen of sluts called me "hey loser"she started laughing with her friends "oh hello fellow slut"i replied with a smirk"i am not a slut you bitch "she replied angrily "so are you like a volunteer prostitute then?"the whole class started laughing "kids settle down"said miss. Whitney i whent to my seat and started drawing "class this is the new student nico di Angelo now will you go and seat next to (y/n)oh and (y/n) take those shades off i quickly took them off and put my head down"hey"i heard someone next to me say "um h-hey"i said stuttering again "can i see your face"he asked worried i raised my hand "miss Whitney may i go to the bathroom " "yes" i put on my shades and walked out of school tho the nearby park and sat on a bench i didn't notice i started crying i felt someone hugging me i started to panic but the hands got tighter around me
The person finally let go and it was james you stood up and ran but he caught you and pined you to a tree "let me go asshole"you screamed "or what bitch " he said with a smirk "if you d-"i felt something smash in to my lips i tried to pull back he put his hand under my shirt until someone pulled him off me

I wonder who did that find out in the next chapter ҉

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