It's not my fault that I fell for you, you tripped me!

I am so damn clever

Chapter Three

I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.

I growled at the sound of my alarm. I wasn’t looking forward to going to school; I doubt any sane person would. But I guess I would prefer anything over hearing what my mother was up to in the other room, with that thought I got up. I took a shower and freshened up – I wasn’t a nice sight to see in the mornings, I put on a white tank top and skin-tight blue jeans; I matched it with blue sandals and then I tied my untameable hair into a ponytail after brushing it.

I grabbed my sunglasses and took my time getting downstairs; I tried to walk past the kitchen as silently as possible. What? You haven’t tasted my mum’s oatmeal. It tasted like melted rubber. I walked across the hall and pulled the door handle and practically ran to my black Mercedes. I drove in silence leaving my thoughts to go through every scenario that could happen; I doubt anybody would bully me, in my last school I was classed as being a bitch; just because I had a comeback for everything.

I scoffed. I always managed to ruin things for myself; I never had a relationship that lasts longer than a month. It’s not my fault every one said I have the balls in the relationship, if I did I would be worried, I liked my sexuality. At that thought I parked my car in the school parking lot; the school was fairly big and busy judging by the amount of people hanging around the parking lot. I shrugged and opened the car door and practically strutted until I got to the reception. Before I got there I noticed a bunch of seriously hot guys standing hurdled together.

I noticed them not only because they were hot, finger-licking and mouth watering hot. I noticed because I met a pair of gorgeous brown eyes, chocolate brown eyes. They were attached to a strikingly handsome face that was a natural bronze colour not a wannabe-orange-brown colour. He had a passive look on his face, distant almost cold. His lips were a slightly pouty but not too much, and his body... just wow!

I had to clench my thighs multiple of times, his body was built, very built. I could practically see his eight-pack through his tight white shirt. And his jeans hugged his powerful thighs nicely. I envy the damn shirt and jeans. His hair looked silky and I had the uncontrollably urge to run my hands through it. I was transfixed on him, but before I could do anything about ogling at him – in public, very obviously.

I got shoved unexpectedly; I looked up with a deer-trapped-in-headlights expression plastered on my face.  I swear I heard an animalistic growling sound; when I turned around I couldn’t find anything that could have made the inhuman sound, I looked up glaring angrily at the blonde in front of me. She looked like a slut, she was wearing what I assume, was a baby’s shirt and a medium sized belt. Her cleverage was practically falling out of her ridiculously short shirt her belly button was disturbingly right in my face. Thank god it wasn’t any lower, not with that belt. She surprisingly smiled, and held her hand out for me.

 “Sorry, I wasn’t looking at where I was going,” She apologised eyeing me curiously.

“It’s Ok,” I replied smiling back, well attempting to smile “Are you checking me out?” I couldn’t help but ask, I was only half teasing. She flushed a light pink colour. I chuckled.

“N-no,” She met my gaze and laughed nervously “Your the new girl right?”

I nearly laughed again at her attempt to change the subject. I decided to be merciful and avoid embarrassing her. I nodded.

“I’m Mollie,” I stated and then I gave her a playful and suggestive look “You can call me whatever you want. Whatever floats your boat? Right?”

She flushed a shade darker making me chuckle once again.

“I’m Emma,” She smiled slightly and then stated broadly “And don’t worry I’m straight,”

I rolled my eyes, she looked embarrassed.

“Straight as a round-about,” I laughed at my own joke. She laughed as well after I told her I was joking. She insisted on taking me to my first class after collecting my schedule. We had a few lessons together. I liked Emma, maybe because I liked embarrassing her. But I disapproved of her outfit. It made her look easy. I shrugged it off. Maybe she got a discount on the top, otherwise it would of been a huge rip-off.  I groaned when I found out what my first lesson was; Calculus.

Who the hell organized my schedule?

“I’ll collect you for your next lesson,” Emma smiled kindly “By the way, you might not want to sit at the front”

I raised my eyebrows questionly. I knew I wouldn’t of sat at the front anyway, But I couldn’t help but be curious.

“Yeah, Mr Green likes to spit saliva everywhere when he talks,” Emma giggled obviously amused whilst I was just disgusted.

“Thanks,” I frowned wanting to quickly get a seat at the back. Emma must of saw my impatient expression because she waved and walked off to her own lesson. I walked into the half full class room, I sat at the corner. My eyes scanning the class room curiously, maybe god decided to have pity on my jam-packed life. Because a couple seats down was the guy I was looking at. Well practically undressing with my eyes. Then the universe seemed to click in place because he was in a lip-lock with a red-headed slut. I felt different emotions running through me; hurt longing, jealousy, anger, sadness, envy. I was usually so unemotional, nothing could break me. Except the sight of someone I didn’t know kissing somebody else. Somebody I felt a pull towards, a longing.

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