Andrews POV
'Why did it have to be so freaking cold in this stupid town?' I thought taking a drag from the white stick between my pointer and middle fingers. The smoke rolled off of my tongue as a girl with black waves of hair wrapped her arms around herself getting out of her truck. I narrowed my eyes at her as she slowly approached the school not noticing me and took another long drag and blew out through my nose. I throw it down on the ground and crush it under my boot before walking in.
I look around to see two morons bothering the girl and pulling her hair. I stepped in between them and saw Zach and MacKenzie's eyes widen in partial fear and surprise. "Oh- h-hey Andrew- we were just-" Zach fumbled over his words."Mess with her again and answer to me. Get out of my face, now!" I barked and they nodded before darting down the hall and around the corner. I turned around and got a better view of her.
She had the body structure of an hour glass and came up to the middle of my chest. Long black hair framed the sides of her pale face down to the middle of her back. Her wide eyes where an intense green shade decorated only by mascara, crème eye shadow, and dark rimmed glasses. Basically, she was hot and I needed to be in her classes. "Are you okay?" I asked. She must've went into a daze because she took a scared step back. "Yeah, Thank....." I didn't hear the rest because I had walked away. I heard squealing before walking into the office for a schedule change.
After changing my schedule I went outside to smoke again before class. Stepping outside, I pull out the small box and flick the lid open before retrieving a thin while stick out. I close the lid and tuck it back into my coat pocket and pull out my lighter. I watch as the flame rests on the cigarette then put it away and take a drag closing my eyes. I feel a presence beside me and send a sideways glance to my right to see Ashley, an old fling of mine leaning on the wall beside me. I blow out, "What do you want, Ash?"
"There's a party at my place tonight," She starts running her hand down my arm. I take another drag. "So?" I then release the smoke from my mouth. "Are you coming, baby?" She pouts and I walk away from her then step on my cigarette, breathe out and head towards my first bell. She follows me and drags me down a hall before kissing me feverishly. After she pulls away I walk past her and into my class.
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When the last bell ends I walk out to the old truck I saw this morning and lean against it starting another smoke. Anabella, I saw at the top of her papers, walked over, oblivious to every guys eyes on her, looking disgusted. "You're gonna get lung cancer like that," she pursed her lips. I smirked and flicked the ash from the top. "You know you still wanna kiss me," I retort and take another pull from it. I lock gazes with her intense green eyes slowly blowing through my lips.
Her nose crinkled and she shook her head, making her black waves swish back and forth. "You're disgusting," At her remark I smirk and push the rest out through my nose. She fakes a gag and I chuckle. "You seriously sicken me," She says through her pursed pink lips. I fake a pout, "Awe, and here I was hoping you and I would grow old and have a slew of super model kids." She crosses her arms, defiance present on her face, "Fat chance."
I smirked and reached out to her grabbing her wrists, pulling her against me. "I'll take those chances," I breathed against her pale skin. She scowled and tried to pull away from my grip, "Let go." I tsked and held her closer, "Why are you so insistent on running away from me today?" She didn't say anything and seemed lost in thought. I wrapped one arm around her waist and held the back of her head with one hand, drawing her closer against me. Her arms automatically winded themselves around my neck releasing a smirk from my lips.
I was quiet aware of everyone's eyes on us when I connected her soft lips to mine. Especially her overprotective idiot of an ex. Morons fault for cheating on her. She instantly wrapped her arms tighter around me and I did the same. Once I pulled away, after a good minute or three, I kissed her more gently. I walked away and grabbed another cigarette and climbing on my bike. "Not a half bad kisser," I thought and rode away from the campus.
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