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I shut my locker to meet someone's brown eyes.

Normally, it would've startled me but today I'm pissed as fuck.

I raise an eyebrow. "Yes?"

Justin smiles at me, leaning his side against the lockers. He does a motion of looking me up and down. "You look pretty today."

"And I don't every other day?" I raise another eyebrow.

His smile widens. "I didn't mean that. Today you look exceptionally hot."

I furrow my eyebrows, "Does my annoyed face look hot to you?"

"Angry women look sexy." He shrugs.

"What do you want?" I ask.

He fixes his posture against the locker, "Thought we'd hang out sometime."

"Hang out?"

He nods.

"As in a date?" I ask.

He shrugs. "If you want it to be."

"Sorry to burst your bubble Justin, but I'm not interested in you," I say.

"Okay fine, not a date." He says, "Just hang out."

I stare at him.

He sighs. "Why are you pissed?"

I realize that I must've been giving him my 'why the fuck are you bothering me right now' look.

With a struggle, I let some of my frustration out through a sigh. "Nothing. Someone was being difficult during practice today."

"Do I wanna guess who?" He asks.

I shake my head. "I'll handle it."

"Heard you're gonna lose the position though." He tilts his head.

At that, my annoyance is back in full swing. "I am not losing my position!"

"Geez, okay, okay." He holds up his hands in defence. "Just heard it from someone."

I let out another sigh. "Anyways, don't you have better things to do?"

"Nah, I cleared up my schedule for a certain someone today." He looks meaningfully at me.

"Geez, I wonder who that person is."

"I'll give you a hint," He says. "Her name starts with an H and ends with an O-L-L-Y."

"Damn that hint was really hard. I still can't figure out whom." I pretend to frown in confusion.

"And here I thought you had both; beauty and brains." He tsks. "Shame."