He Only Likes White Girls

Chapter 1

"Nina Briggs."

My head jolts up. I wipe the drool off my lip and meet eyes with my angry teacher.

She taps her finger on my desk. God I hated when she did that. So disappointed. Like I care.

"This is the third time you've fallen asleep in class and it's only the second month of your senior year. I expect better." she shakes her head in disappointment.

I scoff. Try having to be in all AP classes, well except in social studies. I suck at that subject. When I become a doctor it's not like I'm going to ask the patients what our 17th president did. I didn't even know who our 17th president is. Doesn't matter. They are long dead, buried 6 feet under.

"Nina!"

I direct my attention towards my teacher.

"And this is now the second time you made me stop the class to talk to you. This is your last warning." she says.

I roll my eyes. Blah blah blah.

"Can you keep interuptting the class? I'm mad bored." A voice says.

I look around in confusion. Where did that voice come from? Then I felt a something kick the leg of my chair, almost causing me to fall. I turn around and see a guy.

"Can you not?" I say annoyed.

"Interrupt the class again." he orders.

I scoff. "Who are you to tell me what to do? Since when where you in this class? I've never seen you here before."

He gives me and odd look. Then, he faces the front of the classroom, not bothering to answer my question.

I sigh and dart my eyes towards the clock. Only 30 minutes of the class has passed by and it feels like its been hours. I put my face in my hands and start to doze off again when I felt something hitting my back. I turn around and see the guy throwing pellets of paper at me. The next one flew into my mouth. I spit it out.

"Will you stop?" I hiss.

He throws another, this time bigger and it hits me in the eye.

"WHAT THE FUC--"

Someone clears their throat behind me. I gulp and turn around. The teacher glares at me. "Detention Ms. Briggs. Along with you Mr. Addington."

My jaw drops. "But Ms. Horowitz I can't get detention!"

She raises an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

"Because it goes on my permanent record and I've never had one!" I exclaim.

The corners of her mouth lifts with amusement. "Well there's a first time for everything." She walks back to the front of the classroom and I sulk in my seat. I shoot a dirty look at whats his face. He wasn't making looking at me I could tell he notice because he just smirked.

I grunt and focused my attention on the teacher.

The bell rang and I went to my locker. I opened it and placed my books in and took the reamining stuff out. I closed it shut and saw my friend, Tara, face appear behind it. She notices my facial expression.

"Did Ms. Horowitz give you a horrible time?" she asks.

I shake it my head. "It wasn't even her this time. It was this boy in my class. Something Addington."

Her eyes widen. "Pierce Addington?!"

"I guess?"

She grabs my arm and squeezes it. "Oh my gosh, he's beautiful. Apparently he's been living in Los Angeles since we were in 6th grade but he went to private school. Then he moved back where he previously lived which was Pennsylvania but he's back to finish his senior year."