1~Dog Shit and water bottle dumping

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"Wes! Wait for me!" I hollered across my yard.
"Ads. Didn't think you were coming today."
"Didn't want to but Ma, made me go" I complained
"You'll be fine, and you shouldn't miss the first day of senior year."
"Exactly. Senior year. Im gonna fuckin' die" I over exaggerate, with a wined tone.
"Don't be such a drama queen, and if anyone hurts you. Ill knock their teeth in" he said with a strong but humours voice.
I chuckled "remember that time in 8th grade that guy kicked me in the stomach by 'accident' in soccer?"
"Ya I remember, and I remember beating the shit outta that bastard the year after for 'accidentally' throwing the football in your face" he exclaimed with a cheeky grin,
"I can believe I got a bloody nose from that son of a bitch" we both burst out laughing
"You know I'll always be there for you, Ads."
"I know, and can you sit with me at lunch?"
"Of course. And hey have you heard anything about the new kid?"
"Other than he's livin down the street, is going to our school and is a football transfer from St.Charles, and ma girls say he's really hot. But other than that I don't know much."
"Fucks sake"
"What?"
"He's going to be competition" no one can compete with you
"What do you mean?" I said with a questioning look.
"To get a football transfer you have to be really good. And if he is as good as you say I might have to compete with him. And the chicks will be all over him" he said in an angry voice. I stopped walking.
"What?" He questioned me
"Your the best football player I have ever know or heard about. And the 'chicks' I quoted chicks with my fingers "that your worried about losing, there all sluts and just want a dick. There worth just as much as dog shit." He chuckled at my comment, while walking up the steps to our school;
Goodman Academy.

We walked thought the doors and headed upstairs to our same lockers from last year. He was at locker C645 and I was at C648 so I was just about right across from him. I looked at my time table and started to head to my first class. Music. Both, Wesley and I go to that class. I practically forced him.

We both stood against our lockers awaiting for the bell to dismiss us to class. He was resting his back against his locker with his arms folded across his chest with his ear buds in blasting Bad by The Cab. Damm he looks so hot just standing there not even trying. His tight uniform shirt slightly showing off his prone abbs. Dammm. He has long muscular legs with a fine booty to go with his perfect figure. Thank the lord for football players bootys. His broad shoulders put together the whole football-player look, his lips look so kissable. His eyes- were watching me with an amused look. Shit. He just caught me checkin him out!

"Got enough of my looks"
"Haha you wish. Your not in full dress code, your not allowed to wear thoes runners." Okay you saves yourself on this one Ads. Lucky son of a bitch
"You keep your lips sealed short flip." He said with a grin crawling from ear to ear.
"You wouldn't dare" I said with a deep glance. He wouldn't
"Ohh but Ads, I totally would"

Before I knew it he grabbed me and I was flipped over his shoulder. My books and water bottle still in my arms. The bell rang leaving only Wesley and I alone in the hall way, I dropped my books our of my hands with my only holding my metal water bottle in one hand while the other attacking his back with my fists. I will get you for this....
I unscrew my water bottle and holding it vertical to the ground; before dumping most of it over Wesley's head.

"Ads!" He yells before placing me back on the floor.
"Hahahahah" I laugh at him.
"I'll get you back for this" he saids getting his things from his locker while I pick my stuff on the ground.
"Sure you will"
Damm he looks good when he's wet.

He was being strangely quiet walking to music
"Hey why you being so quie-"
I was cut off by my best friend dumping a bottle of water over my head.
"Wes!"
"Ads?" He mocked while laugin' his ass off.
"Mr. Higgins! Miss. Cabello! My office now! Ill be there in a few"

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