Monday morning, I rolled out of bed and stared at a text from Brock
Brock Jones: sup freak, we have any homework last night
Ugh, he always made my blood boil
Chandler Ellison (me): figure it out yourself, it's not my problem
I rolled my eyes and turned to get ready for school. I passed by the mirror and drew my hair back to look at myself. My dark brown hair was cut just below my shoulders in combination with my hazel eyes. I had a more prominent jawline to match my plump lips and small nose.
Upon my arrival I ran to my friends, we talked for a little about our weekends and then rushed to class. Our teacher Mr. Williams began to talk about our trip tomorrow, for a whole 2 weeks. And I had to spend it with Brock and the rest of my class. I never understood what my friends saw in him, they all thought he was adorable. Me on the other hand, we've hated each other for years. He's always been a snobby stuck up jerk and I hated him for it.
I got home and went straight to packing. After about a few hours I was done, finishing my homework and sending a last text, I went to bed.
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A Little Game
RomanceA quick moving enemies to lovers book. Featuring two high school students stuck staying together on a school trip in a hotel. In the same room, and same bed....
