The People Project

The Bell

On the right is the forever dashing Douglas Booth. He is the jock of mui story. so enjoy is rugged, hansome looks

oh and don't forge to comment to get a chance to get a chapeter dedicated to you! i mean who doesn't want that?

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"Hey babe whatcha doing later today."

1st reaction: AHHH I can't believe that Darrel Cade is actually talking to me!

2nd reaction: Quick get out! he will rape you and use your body! run!

3rd reaction: YOUR ABS ARE GORGEOUS. YOUR FACE IS GORGEOUS. YOUR BUTT IS GORGEOUS. YOU ARE GORGEOUS.

4th reaction: that's it? what are you doing later today? that's just pathetic! your supposed to make me melt on the spot on think about what im doing later today

guess which one i ended up blurting out of my fat mouth. your rite numero 4

"Really? That's your pick up line?"

I mentally punched myself. Darrel Cade was asking you out and you made fun of him? Oh well YOLO (a/n: yes i hate yolo too but don't judge)

Bring! The bell rang.

I grabbed my final books out of my locker and yanked Vicky's arm, heading to our 1st class: Sociology

I looked back over my shoulder, only to see Darrel with a strange smile on his face. Then he winked at me. I snapped my head back around and continued dragging my best friend through the hall. 

*****Jock****

Bring!

The bell rang as I still had Hayden pinned to the ground.

He looked up at me with a definant look on his face and yelled, “Take it back!”

I laughed at my best friend in the grass

“Just remember who has who trapped on the ground”

He squirmed trying to break out of my reach.

“I will always win!” He yelled

I chuckled and got off of him, stood up, and stuck  my hand out to the boy in the grass.

“I don’t need your pitty.” He said jutting his chin out in mocking defiance

“Whatever you say.” I retorted as I pushed him back down to the ground

He grunted as he tumbled back down.

“I will get you Kieth!”

He hurled himself into the air, but being the awesomeness that I am, I dodged the failed tackle.

The problem with that is Hayden kept flying, all the way into a near-by stone bench

I ran up to him as he lay sprawled out ground once again.

“Are you ok?!” I practically yelled as I kneeled by him.

He has blood gushing out of his nose and various cuts on his face. Shit! He groaned as i rolled him over onto the grass.

“Ok, hang in there man. We’re going to the nurse, then maybe the hospital.”

By now all the other boys had gone to 1st period. That left me to basically carry a boy that weight around 160 pounds, through the school to the nurse’s office.