Rich Boy in a Baseball Jersey

Citrus High Bulldogs

Hello there, this is my new story so, welcome. Disclaimer that I have no idea where this story is going, I don't have anything planned for it either. If you are looking for those stories that are super awesome and addicting then I'm sorry to say that this is not it. This story has only been created as a method of alleviating the stress I have from my classes. Why am I publishing it? well maybe it's because it's 3am and right now it seems like a good idea. It will most likely have really short chapters and grammar errors and all that jazz. If you keep reading don't say I didn't warn you. I do appreciate comments and positivity. You are welcome to google the cast to get a little bit of what I imagine them like as I write.

Love, Yanelli

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"Good morning students of Citrus High and welcome to your first day back at school!" Some lady said over the intercom as I entered the school.

I walked to my locker and opened it to put my bag in it. History was my first period so I consider it an extra hour of sleep. Everyone in the hallway were gathered in small social groups talking about what I imagine was an extraordinary summer. I kind of envy that. The bell rang knocking me out of my trans. Everyone scurried away to first period and as did I.

"Good day students. I'm Mrs.Hitch and as you already know I teach History." She sat on top of her desk with her legs crossed. She was really young and beautiful. Her blonde hair brushed on her skiny shoulders and her eyes were brown. "Sit anywhere you'd like and next week I'll arrange you in alphabetical order."

I walked to an empty chair in the back, perfect for sleeping. As Mrs.Hitch started talking I buried my face in my folded arms that laid on my desk. After a good five minutes of hearing the class I dozed of to sleep.

"You can't hide forever you little bitch! Come out!" I heard footsteps coming closer as I hid in the furthest and darkest corner of my closet.

"I said come out!" He banged on all the walls as I cleaned some blood off the corner of my lip. Tears streamed down my cheeks. "I told you that you couldn't hide from me!" He opened the closet door letting the light shine on my scared face.

"Hey!" Someone slammed their hand on my desk making me slightly jump.

"What the hell is your problem?" I looked to my side. I was almost hypnotized by his beautiful green eyes. His short dark brown hair looked as if he didn't even put any effort into brushing it. He had a well-built body but not overly strong either. He dressed in a white and green baseball jersey that had the word Bulldogs written across it.

"You were mumbling and everyone was sort of staring." He said. I looked around and all the students were paying attention to Mrs.Hitch but would glance over to me with weird looks. "You should get more sleep at night." He kicked back in his seat and folded his hands behind his back with a smirk.

"I don't think I asked for your advice." I rolled my eyes and laid my head back down on my desk.

"Feisty? Cute. Are you new to this school?" He asked. I rose my head and nodded waving him off. Why is he so annoying?

"That explains the attitude, no girl would ever talk to me like that." He scoffed.

"Can you just stop talking or pretend that I'm not here?" I glared at him.

"This class is boring enough so you are my entertainment new girl." He shrugged.

"I'm not a circus monkey, jackass." I rolled my eyes.

"Nah, your too cute for that." He chuckled.

"Oh lord." I sighed. "Save the stupid pickup lines will you?"