There he is.
Grayson Fucking Dolan.
The definition of fuckboy, Grayson can pull anyone he want's. With his stupid good looks and his annoying charm. Grayson is surrounded by girls 24/7. He walks around with confidence in each step. Plus you know that kind of happens to you when you are the captain of the lacrosse team. And the wrestling team. And a starting running back for our schools varsity football team. Ugh I fucking hate him. I hate his laugh. And his eyes. And his hair. Just ugh everything about Grayson annoys me.
"Can I help you babe.?" My thoughts were interupted by a laughing grayson dolan he says reffering to my hard stare. His friends laugh along with him.
"Yea actually you can.. can you do me a favor and go fuck yourself.?" I laugh turning and walking away.
"Love you to!" He yells after me i turn flipping him off all of his friends erupt in even louder laughter.
"See you at home babe" he continues to yell I just ignore him. Gosh I strongly dislike that boy.
"So how was that date with Trevor.?" My friend Emma says as I fumble with my locker combination.
"It was... alright. I guess" I laugh and she looks at me as if she is unimpressed.
"What.?" I laugh pulling my books out of my locker as if I can ignore her glare.
"That's it.? You went on a date with The Trevor Box and you still aren't in love.?" She says and i laugh covering my mouth.
"Nah boys have coodies" I give a small smile and giggle covering my mouth again Emma lightly shoves me
"Sooo! How was that date yesterday.?" Sam says and he hands me a coffee. I couldn't help but notice how nice her looked. His glasses. Joggers a plain black shirt and Tim's.
"It was okay but im more proud of your appearance" I laugh
"Shut up.... it was the only thing I could find..." he laughs covering shirt with his biology.
" lets go to class before were late." I say and they other nod as I sip on the coffee from Sam.
"Thanks for the coffee Sam!" I yell walking into my first period. Me and emma still laughing as we realized the class is silent.
"Sorry" I whisper as the door slams behind us. Emma and me both try to hold in our giggles as we head to the back table of our very quiet and awkward french class. Catching stares by everyone in the class.
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