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Riley's POV

He was the boy with black hair. He was my enemy. My destroyer. And my love all at once. He was Michael Clifford.

Sunday June 7th

Michael walked into the library looking as uninterested as one could possibly be. As if reading and studying was below him. Like he didn't need to be here, but yet there he was walking over to me about to ask me the girl with short red hair and freckles if I could help him study.

"Hey, Riley, you think you could come over to my house and help me study."

"Umm.....no, hun, I've literally had two conversations with you in the three years that I have known you. I'm really not ready to go to your house to " study" ."

"The hell do u mean by " study"? "

Ugggg I can't believe he's trying to play it off like he's not a player. He obviously just wanted to sleep with me.

"Have sex. You probably just want to make me one of your booty call things. Well sorry cuz Im not ready to be your number 4 fuck buddy"

Michael's POV

"Study" I didn't like how she said that it sounded pretty damn suggestive. How dare she imply things like that about me. She doesn't even know me. No one really knows me at all. I may look like a player or a womanizer but, in reality I'm just a 17 year old virgin try to be something he's not.

Shit! I still need someone to help me study for my science test. I guess I'll just call my friend Brianna considering she has already passed the class and graduated.

"Hey" Brianna answers the phone sounding as peppy as ever.

"Yeah, hey, Brianna you can help me study science crap right?"

"Yeahsurekid" Brianna slurred her words. She was drunk. Again. At 1 in the afternoon.

"Uhh.. Alrighty, bye" I replied sounding fairly disappointed.

She said she would stop. She said she would do it for her baby, Delilah. I guess she just didn't care enough.

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