Miss not so inocent

The project

~Amanda~
I was late. I was supposed to update two days ago so I pulled an all nighter to update on wattpad. I walked into 1st period 30 minutes late, each period was only 45 minutes long! Yes i know most quiet girls like me would be dead by now, but honestly i cant even fucking care less.

As soon as I walk in everyone turns thier head towards me. I didn't get scared and blush or anything i simply sat in my desk which happens to be right in front of Mr.AssWipe a.k.a Mason Riojas. And yup you guess it Mr.AssWipe is beyond sexy with chocolate brown straight hair, tan clear skin, and eyes that change color. He wasn't a stoner, slacker, jock, nerd, but he was a combination of each.

As i walked to my seat Mrs.Smith decided to ruin my fricking day by opening her mouth and saying we're working in partners for our six weeks exam. And will look at that. Mr.AssWipe is my partner for the next 4 weeks. Oh goodie. (Note the sarcasm) Then she turns around to finish the class. As soon as i look down at my desk a note falls upon it. Sorry to get your hopes up its not from Riojas its from Lolita García a.k.a loli or lol. Loli is my crazy best friend. She has beautiful caramel color grey eyes and silver hair. Yup it all natural. Shes beautiful in a unique way. We've been inseparable sonce the womb. Yes literally her mom is my dads best friend since 5th grade. While my mom and her dad were college friends that stayed connected. We just happened to be continuing the legacy.

Loli~Have fun not jumping AssWipes bones ;)
Amanda~which AssWipe the one behind me or the one im best friends with?
Loli~Smartass the one thats reading the note over your shoulder! >_

Sure enough when I look back Mason's green eyes are darker than usual and his eyebrows are scrunchedup in a confused manner as he asks me. "As much as i like you having to struggle not to jump my bones ... but why am I an AssWipe?" In his perfect hispanic accent I had trouble speaking.

I quickly searched for an answer as he stared into my eyes with hurt but blinked and it was turned into anger. Just then the bell rang. I ran out the door without checking if i packed the rest of my journals.
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The rest of the day was uneventful. As I was careful to avoid the eyes I see everytime i blink. I soon find myself hoping out of my car (a 2016 Ford Fusion) and unlocking the door to my house, and walking into my room. I opened my backpack to see that the journal that i write my BDSM fantas was gon