Hey! This is the first chapter to Not My LIfe. Thanks for all the support on the previous version of this story! Hope I get more on this one , cause honsetly? I think its a lot better.
Dedicated to AprilDanfields. Thank you so much!
"Get the hell out of my place nerd!" A deeply accented male voice boomed. Looking up from my notes I feasted my eyes Lakewood's High's very own genital miracle, also known as the town's residential bad boy- Jaden Young- who was currently glaring daggers at me for sitting in 'his' place.
Ugh.
Jaden Young was known for a lot of things - the most hysterical pranks ever pulled, his oh so perfect bad boy motorcycle, his loaded parents, and his Texas sized ego , which his fan girls termed 'confidence' , just so that he didn't sound like jerk.
But, surprise ,surprise! That's exactly what he was.
Jaden slapped his hand onto the desk, making my notes drift to the ground.
"I said, get out of my place."
"Oh. I heard you the first time around."
"Then why are you still here?" he snarled. Steam came out of his ears and his face turned a shade redder. Red devil horns appeared on his head and suddenly his face resembled Freddy Krueger in A Nightmare on Elm Street
Can't say how many teen girls dreams he's haunted.
"Aren't you nerds supposed to sit in the first bench anyway? Is someone trying to be a badass? Well, well, well."
" Since when did sitting in the back bench make anyone a bad ass. I didn't get the memo , Jaden. That's probably cause I'm not a part of your 'Backbenchers are bad ass club.' Go jump in a ditch, Young . I'm not moving. " I scowled.
His face wrinkled up in frustration , forming perfect creases beside his eyes and his forehead.
You should stop complimenting him so much in your thoughts. My subconscious said.
But the more rational, appreciative part of me , whose existence is often doubted amongst the general public said.
Ever known a hormonal teenage girl?
The conversations between my conflicting personalities could entertain you all day. But, excuse me, I have a hot jerk to deal with.
I swear, I could see my subconscious shake her head in disappointment and sigh.
Whatever. She's a bitch anyway.
"Just shut your trap and get the hell out of my place." He shouted, making people's heads jerk in our direction.
"There is no your place," I said , air quoting the 'your'. "There is that place and the first bench you mentioned." I said pointing towards the bench two rows away from mine and the first bench.
"And if you are 'too cool' for either of them , then I bet the floor wont mind you resting your greasy ass on it."
"And the nerd swears..." he said, surprised.
"Yes I do, you puny little fuckface. Now get lost."
He was slightly taken aback by my attitude. After all, he is THE Jaden Young and the whole school kisses his feet.
Sometimes , I marvel at the thickheadedness of the people of our school. He's got a good face , not to mention those killer eight packs that his T -shirt clings to. But he is a jerk, a heartbreaker. And jerks are unattractive. Period.
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Not My Life
Teen FictionI inhaled deeply, fear coursing through my veins. Trying to keep my pulse from racing frantically , I continued onto the forest path. "Scar, are you there?" I said , shakily. It was night and the moonbeams barely made it through the dense vegetation...
