At Least A Million More

Ok let's experiment here! Les go!

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(Noah)

"Who's that?" I ask, looking at the muscular brunette guy that just walked into the classroom.

"That's Cameron Diaz." Cassie, my best friend, answered.

"Shut up! Cameron Diaz is a woman, not a guy that's in high school." I snort, throwing my eraser at her.

"Ok fine. That's not Cameron Diaz, his name is Oliver." She laughs, throwing my eraser back. I ask her because she works in the office and she knows everything about everyone.

"What's his last name?" I ask, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Donovan." She answers, looking at me for a few moments.

"Nice name." I laugh, sitting back in my chair, causing it to flip over.

"Noah?" Cassie laughed, getting up from her chair.

"Fuck off Cassie." I groan, rubbing the back of my head.

"Mr. Johnson? Problem?" My English teacher, Mrs. Doren, asks looking away from Oliver.

"No, no. Just falling out of my chair, getting a concussion. The usual." I snap, getting back into my chair.

"Don't get smart with me." Mrs. Doren said, turning her back to me. Oliver was smirking at me. I glared back causing him to laugh.

I lay my head down and close my eyes. "Wake me up when schools over." I mutter.

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"Yo smartass. Get up." Trent says, slapping my head.

"Trreenntt!" I whine, rubbing my head.

"Lets go man, lunchtime!" Trent laughs, grabbing my notebook and walking out of the room.

"What happened to Cassie?" I groan, following him to my locker. He undid the lock and tossed my stuff in, locking it after. Yeah, he knows my combination. But I know his, Cassie's, and Dylan's. We all know each others combinations.

"She got bored of trying to wake you up so she left and told me to wake you up." Trent laughs, walking into the cafeteria.

I wiped my hands down my face and tousled my hair before opening the doors and running into a body. I looked up, which was a surprise since I'm 6'1, he had to be at least 6'3, and into eyes that looked like honey. He had a black shirt that hugged his body nicely, what am I talking about? I'm not gay! His jeans were bagging slightly, showing off his striped boxers, and he had white vans on. Oliver.

"Watch it." He growls, moving me and continuing his way out of the cafeteria.

"You watch it." I say after him. Yeah, not the best idea... He turned around, his honey eyes blazing. If he was mad leaving the cafeteria, he's probably close to shredding me to pieces now.

"Such a big mouth for such a small guy." Oliver sneers, stopping an inch away from me. Everyone in the cafeteria was watching us, Dylan starts to stand up but Trent stops him.

"I'm not small." I growl, getting in his face.

"Yeah? Think again." Oliver says low enough to where I can only hear him.

"Stay away from me." I say, glaring at him.

"Gladly. You're always with some obnoxious bitch anyway." He whispers, motioning to Dylan, Trent, and Cassie. I punch him in jaw, pissed beyond belief. No one talks about my friends like that.