One Last Shot ✔️

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Ilaria Logan

I woke up with the biggest headache I've probably ever had. I drank 3 whole tequila bottles all alone after the stupid party.

I grabbed my phone and saw that it's almost 10. I stood up as the sun was on my face making me blind. After I finished showering I pulled some jeans and a crop top.

I brushed my hair as I let it fall over my shoulders. I looked dead. I placed some concealer under my eyes just to cover up the black circles.

I stood up before I took some painkillers and headed down to my Jeep. Some time after I reached the big building, I got off the car as no one was out.

I opened the door to the unusual silent before I went to my locker and placed my shit there. The door to the class was open so I just walked in not bothering to look at anyone.

"Miss. Logan...you're late 2 hours and 30 minutes mind explain that" the teacher started which made me roll my eyes.

"Not really you can continue" I said pulling the chair as I sat down. As he was about to say anything else her closed his mouth again and started to teach.

I looked beside me and saw the guy from last night. He was already looking at me and checking me out as I had the chance and started to do the same.

He looked like a typical fuckboy. White t-Shirt, grey joggers, silver chains, and tattoos all the way from his hand to his neck.

He had a sharp jaw and wavy/curly dark brown hair. His eyes were bright blue as he had a piecering in one of his ears.

His arms were muscular yet not too muscular. He had veins all the way popping out from his arms and hands, as rings were also all around his fingers.

His eyes looked into mine which made me roll my eyes and look away. I looked around the room and saw no one which is understandable, cause I don't share English classes with anyone I know.

I leaned on the table as I had the pen between my fingers and started to type everything on the paper I have written since the first school year.

It's just something I do every year to see how miserable my life is getting over the years.

Pathetic, worthless, damaged, broken, heartless, pain, abuse, hard, raped, drunk, smoke, breathless, burn-

"The class is over miss, Logan" the teacher said standing in front of my desk. I looked up and saw the class empty.

I grabbed my belongs before I stood up and walked past him to the filled hallway with students pushing each other.

I opened my locker as I placed my things in and placed my lighter into my pocket. I then started to walk towards the cafeteria where everyone already was.

I felt a hand on my shoulder which made me sigh and keep walking.

"Fuck the hell off Anthony" I muttered removing his hand which made him chuckle.

"Oh come on, when will you give in huh?" He asked making me turn my head as I stopped walking. He had his usual messy black hair, green eyes and a okay muscular body since he is on the football team.

"What do you want hm?" I asked pissed as I crossed my arms. He took his hand up and was about to touch my hair which made me grab his forearm and pushed it back down.

"Come to my house tonight, I'm throwing a party" he said smirking as his dimples came to the view.

"Fine, just stay away from me yeah?" I asked raising my brow before Lyla's voice came.

"Heyyyy what's up Anthony?" She asked kissing his cheek which made me want to throw up, she throw herself at everyone even though she have a damn boyfriend.

Anthony's hand went on her ass which made her start and bite her lips. I bet they've also fucked. I rolled my eyes as I started to walk to our table.

Four was already there eating, he is tall, have almost blonde curly hair as he is also a part of the football team.

"Ey what's up hon? Heard you were 2 hours late baddddd bitch" He started smiling as I sat down.

"You heard right then jackfrost" I said crossing my legs.

"Are you coming tonight?" I asked taking his cookie.

"Heyyy that was mine!" he snapped making me roll my eyes as Anthony's friends came and sat down.

"There is a tattoo artist coming at Anthony's party, he will make us tattoos" said Josh playing with his pocket knife.

"Yeah and Ilaria is gonna write my name on her juicy ass" said Anthony sitting beside me which made all of them start and laugh.

"As Long As you get my name on your dick" I muttered with a straight face making them all start and laugh as Anthony bent down my ear.

"Deal" he whispered making me push his head away as I rolled my eyes.

Dickhead

They all started to talk as I turned my head and saw the guy again. He was sitting as girls were already around him.

"Who's this new sex bomb?" Asked Lyla across the table which made me tense my jaw as I turned my head back to everyone.

"Look at all those whores around him" said Tristen chuckling between as he was leaning in his seat.

"His name is Ryder Greyson, 17 and just moved here from San Mateo" said Four making Lyla talk.

"Looks like you boys got a new challenge" she muttered as Tristen grabbed a hold of her ass and slapped it.

"How do you know him?" Asked Anthony his eyes looking towards Ryder.

"I had my first class with him, and then he had English with you I guess" said Four making them all look at me.

"I was late, I didn't saw him" I said before Anthony stood up which made us all look at him. He started to walk towards his table before their attention turned to him.

"What the f is he doing?" Asked Lyla looking towards his direction.

"I bet he want to have some pussys tonight" said Josh making them laugh as I rolled my eyes and kept looking at them.

Ryder bulled his head back as he looked at our direction, and into my eyes. He said something to Anthony as a smirk came across his face.

Anthony turned his back as he started to walk towards us. He sat back down before Lyla talked.

"What did you say to him?" She asked.

"Just invited him, let's see what he is like" he muttered under his breath making me know it won't go well.