She Don't Know (Skate Maloley)

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WARNING: In this story, Nate is not a rapper. He doesn't connect to the real life Nate (except his personality). He is just the character in this story. Same for Sammy. I chose not to use anyone else from the Omaha squad because I feel like they won't fit in with it. So, my apologies if you were expecting more.

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"Oh my fucking god" I sigh in frustration as I punch the horn earning a few curses from the stupid man in front of me. "It's a green light, asshole!" I yell. 

About five minutes later I'm running through the halls to get to Calculus already dreading the bitch fit I'm going to receive from my teacher. As I quickly open the door and get to my seat while his back was facing me, I trip on some idiots chair and my binder goes flying. 

"Miss Hale, fifteen minutes late to class and already making a mess? I expect more from you." Well then. He sighed heavily before saying, "Nat help her out please, her things are everywhere."

Aw great. Nat was the new kid at our school that came a month ago and already he's popular and a pothead. I'm ashamed to admit that I find him extremely attractive.  

"What are you looking at?" I say as I continue gathering the large amount of papers and putting it through the holes. Do I really have that many things? What the hell. 

"Feisty, I like it." Nat replied with a smirk. 

I roll my eyes. "I'm having a bad day okay? Don't make it worse." 

"The day just started" His plump lips pulled to a smile. 

He would be so nice to kiss. Okay, hold up, brain. Where is this coming from? 

"I haven't been here that long but long enough to know that you're in way too many classes of mine." 

I glanced at him, his white shirt stretching over his broad shoulders. His muscles flexing as he grabbed a paper and the ink on his body peeking through the short sleeves. "What do you want me to say? Sorry?" 

He gave off a low chuckle. "No, I couldn't help but notice you're in my classes. It didn't take me long to figure you out though. You're one of the sweet, innocent ones. The valedictorian, am I right? I also know that you're one of the most talented girls- actually one of the most talented people in this school. And you're obviously the teachers pet. You know, always pay attention and do your homework. That type of girl" He shook his head as he looked at me again. "I've never seen you around though. I don't even think you have been to a party." He chuckled again. "I can't picture it. You laying back, blazing up." 

He's making fun of me! What an asshole. "Of course I have been to a party. My mom throws parties all the time. I hang out with my best friend Will!" 

"I don't think birthday parties count, babe. Ah Will, well there's someone for you. Someone told me he has a girlfriend." He snorted. "I find it hard to believe." 

"Why are you two still down there? Hurry up" Our teacher called out before turning his bald ass head to the board again. 

I snatched my binder up and went to my desk clearly annoyed. "Thank you for your help, even if it was by you."

He slid into the seat next to me stretching his long figure. He was still looking at me so I stared straight ahead trying not to look at him. 

"You need a partner for this activity so buddy up." Our teacher said. 

Nat slid his chair next to mine before I even had a chance to find a buddy. 

"Hey." He smiled, looking all adorable with his dimples.