Good Girls and Bad Boys

Part 3

-class-

"Tori, Chloe, new play coming up soon! It's going to be written by a student, how awesome? I think I'm going to enter for it, and seeing as you two are like chief actresses you'll defo be in mine won't you?" Sara, meet Sara, the girl that never shuts up, and has a different project every week. Although she's one of my best friends aswell.

"Course we will right Chloe?" I elbowed Chloe in the rib. "Right Chloe..?" She nodded finally talking a hint.

"YAY" Sara did her little fake clap and squeal.

"Settle down-" sir said, Mr.Tomlinson was so nice, and also my English teacher.

"So, as some of you know, we have a new student to our class as of Monday, Mr Jack Stone" everyone laughed, was this a joke? He was forever in detention? No way could be in top set..I mean I doubt he knows 3+2 "he's a very bright kid, and you lot should respect him okay? Now, get out your essays I set, and ill come and check it"

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English passed by quickly enough as it always did. I still couldn't believe Jack was going to be in my lessons, part of me said who cares you don't speak. But the other half said, damn he's so hot maybe he'll walk you home and who knows...

What.was.i.thinking?

"Watch where your going kid" before I knew it I had actually walked into him, why me?!

"I'm not a kid?! You watch where your going!" It really peed me off when people automatically blame you. I mean it was as much his fault as mine. And I'm not a kid.

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The day seemed to fly past. Nothing different. Just my usual Friday.

"I'll text you tomorrow if you want to go down to the beach or something?" Chloe asked.

"Yeah fab" I rooted around in my bag trying to find the keys for my Vespa. Where e heck had they gone?! Not in my bag. Not in my jacket. Not in my jeans. Oh god.

"Looking for something kid?" Jack was there in his soccer kit, leaning against my Vespa. Keys in hand.

"Your a dick! I've just literally had a heart attack because I thought I'd lost them or they'd been stolen..which they had been" I said snatching my keys from him.

"Aw poor Victoria" he joked. I hated being called Victoria.

"Go play soccer or something boy like" I finished before pulling out my bobble to put my helmet back on. Man he annoyed me.