A mundane coffee filled and library infused college life is wrecked havoc in..
"Straight A Miss Angelica Malone, and Jeremy Sanders spoilt to the core.
Judy is not just a tomboy, and darling, Kayla is not just another whore,
The sexcreeks knocking...
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Authors note: Hi there! Just a little heads up- I have decided to increase the length of each chapter. Expect fortnightly updates of roughly 1000 words each XD
What do yall think of beast Jeremy Sanders? (Image above)
Angelica Malone
"You see, we will, and as much as my insides hate to admit it, we will have to be civil to eachother. Ah, my heavy heart, you pain so, my beloved heart. So we work on the agreement " He dramatised, hands on his heart.
I threw my head back in annoyance. "What are we agreeing on now, Christina? That you won't act like the thing that should be inside your pants? Fucking yes!" I cheered.
Jeremy looked a little angered but he seemed to come up with a snide comment in a split second"You seem to have taken quite an interest as to what exactly should be below my pants, but ah, you're not the only one, my little devil. I feature in the wet dreams of every single girl around."
And just like that kids, my jaw dropped to the floor. "Wh- no!" But before christina could laugh at me , I decided to clap back.
"I did not take an interest in whatever the heck is in your pants- besides darling, ' it ' isnt quite going to stay in your pants if you stay around me. I am your crushy wushy now am i not? Aww, cat caught your tongue, Christina?" I said, blinking my eyes sensually.
"I swear to fucking Jesus, if you call me that again-"
"FUCKING JESUS? HOW UNHOLY CAN YOU GET CHRISTINA?!"
"Fuck you Satan." He grumbled.
"In your wet dreams, Christina!" I said, flipping my hair behind me. " I find it quite ironical that you want to do the nasty with both Jesus and Satan. Oh Darling, you sound like a really horrible wattpad fic. You know, I thought I'd seen the end of the world when I read a shrek x bread romance but now I see hell on earth. It is you, Christina. You."
"Cut your bullcrap."
"That is physically impossible sweetie. You just can't um.. cut bullcrap."
"Heck, you sound like Eric." He groaned. "Can we get to making an agreement? And, before you ask me again, it'll be a list of shit we both agree to so that working in the library together becomes slightly bearable."
"I'd rather not with you, Christina."
"It's a win-win Satan. Just think about it."
And think about it I did. I could get him to do a whole load of embarrassing shit through this agreement.
"You know what, fine." I said, and pulled out a pocket notebook from my jeans' back pocket and picked up a pen from the library counter.
"You carry a pocket notebook around, Satan? But then again why call you Satan and insult him?"
I picked up an encyclopaedia from near me and hit him hard in the head. " What the actual fuck was that for, Malone?"
"Shut the fuck up and I will do you absolutely no harm." I said. Then I began scribbling onto a brand new page. A light bulb had just been switched on in my head. I wrote furiously-
MAXWELL LIBRARY AGREEMENT
this agreement has some points to which both signatories will agree to, failing which:
1. Christina Sanders will have to do a striptease dance for the whole school.
"What?!" Jeremy shouted. Then, snatching the pen from me, he wrote,"
2. Dumbfuck Malone will go bald and get a tattoo of Jeremy's choice on her head.
"I am not doing that, you hoe-" I began.
Jeremy clicked his tongue dissaprovingly. "It's not like it's gonna be THAT hard sticking to the agreement."
1. No being a sex symbol in here(for Christina)
Jeremy now snatched my pen from me , and scribbled madly
2. Its not Jeremy's fault he's too sexy for your horny arse."
