Messy Situations

I'm going for more of a fun romance, of course there will be some serious stuff, but overall I wanted to write a lighthearted romance/humor/teen fiction type of story.  

Hope you enjoy these first encounters.... (: 

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Most girls know at least three types of guys. In Christina's case, it is with Jordan, Ethan, and Winston. Jordan portrays the player side, Ethan-the bad influence, and Winston-the brains. Go along with Christina though her senior year as she accompanies some new friends, a couple enemies, a suspension, and maybe even a love interest....or two. And more. No doubt it will be a wild ride.

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First Encounters-

'When I first set eyes on the guy I would be partnered with, my smile faltered. His demeanor screamed cocky. Everyone said he was a nice, very smart, kind guy but who knows.

As he grew closer he shot me a award-winning smile, not a fake one, and I relaxed immensely at the gesture.

"Hey," he waved as he took his new semester long seat beside me. "I'm Winston."

I nodded, "Ina."

This guy was pretty cute, even with the nerd-like glasses perched on his nose and his lime green suspenders, which were attached to his dark wash jeans, and went over his shoulders, on top of his plaid button up shirt. His scuffed up converse completed the look.

"Nice style." I chuckled. And I meant it, it was....weird, yet a convenient look for him.

He grinned. "I like to be different."

"And I like different."'

-Winston and Christina

'"That guy could use a new ride." Savanna murmured to me quietly, as a guy who looked pretty sketchy and intimidating climbed out of his battered up, old truck.

He took a drag of his lit cigarette and then dropped it on the ground to put it out with the toe of his shoe.

She turned to look at me with new found interest.

"Wait," she said, wide eyed. "Is he the guy we are waiting on out here?"

I shrugged mutely. After a few quiet seconds, I sighed, "One way to find out."

I cleared my throat as he made his way down the drive way after slamming his truck door shut.

"Uh..are you Ethan Dennis?" I questioned as he grew closer.

The guy slowly came to a stop at the bottom step of the porch. He ran a hand through his thick, dark colored hair while looking at me with intense hazel eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Well...my---" I blinked. Cocking my head to the side, studying him. All the way from his hair that fell just below his eyebrows, to the almost see through white t-shirt that you could see faint outlines of tattoos under, not including the ones spiraling down both of his arms, to his worn out jeans and black boots. He looked familiar and his deep voice was too. I took a minute trying to uncover the mystery of him, all the while he looked at me with brooding eyes, before it clicked. "---are you serious?! You work at Late Night's, don't you?"

Savanna looked at me, confused. "Do you know him?"

I turned toward her, narrowing my eyes. "Know him! He almost killed me with a mop, then screamed 'Fuck you' to me when I punched him in the face."

Her astonished look would have made me laugh if Ethan hadn't spoke up.

"Actually, you missed and hit me in the neck." He pulled down the collar of his shirt and I scrunched up my nose.

"There isn't anything there."

He upped a brow at me. "'Cause you hit like a pansy ass bitch."'

-Ethan and Christina

'I took the only seat left in the last row. The class hadn't started yet but the seats were going quick. Considering it was the first day of school everyone wanted to sit next to their friends. Unfortunately, I didn't really know anyone in this class, so I just settled for where I was at.

"Psst," a voice to my right called out to me.

I turned my head and gave the guy an annoyed look. I knew who it was immediately. Jordan Lanton, possibly one of the most vile, perverted guys in this school. "What?"

He grinned seductivly, a twinkle to his eye. "Hey."

My eye brows rose at his simple reply, and the fact that he was even able to make that one word sound sexual. "Shut up."

"Some one is grouchy, want me to help?" he suggested with that same dark gleam to his eyes. "Could give you a massage...but I'll have to warn you, it might lead to other, exciting things."

I sighed deeply. "It would help if you just quit adjusting your dick in front of me."

He paused in his shuffling and smirked in my direction. "Can't help it. It is just so damn big, these jeans are constricting it, there's just not enough room."

I scoffed and looked around for the teacher, silently praying she would come in and tell Jordan he was in the wrong class.

"But," the pervert continued, "I could always share your pants with you....or, lack there of." he bit his lip and gazed at the portion of my legs that weren't covered by my shorts. Idiot.

I groaned in denial, I can't believe he was going to be in one of my classes.

He leaned over and started whispering in my ear. "That's the sound you would make if I fu---"

Then he was on the floor.'

-Jordan and Christina.