Chapter 2 - James

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I laughed, “Come on Greg you can do better than that!” I faked punched my best friends  jaw as he turned red as a tomato. I was the IT boy of the school, every girl fell at my feet. I was damn burning hot and well even the boys stared at me! I laughed at Tiffany the head cheerleader as she gossiped with her little possy about that nerd girl didn’t show up this year.  “I mean come on she was like crying for so little! Huh thank goodness she isn’t here to ruin my time!” She flipped her hair

I laughed at Greg as he tried to flirt with one cheerleader as she purred something and literally threw herself at him.  Yeah he is my best mate but not even close as experienced as me in the girl category. 

“Who the hell are they? I mean come on, they look like they came from rehab!”  I looked at where Greg was pointing, there were four boys in all black. They looked like f-ing gansters.

“I guess they’re new, Ms. Cecilia said there are supposed  to be some new kids. Huh I guess it will help me with my girls!” I wiggled my eyebrows as Greg just laughed.

“Holy Shit.”

My breath caught at the sight of a tall skinny blond girl walking through the hall heading into the cafeteria. She moved with unnatural grace and beauty.

Now that was a girl I want to get laid by.

“Hey James come on, she’ heading to the cafeteria, lets see what charm you can put on!”  Greg pushed me forward challenging me.

I wiggled my eyebrows and nodded, “Alright come on!”

We followed after her into the cafeteria and sat down at a table waiting to call her.

Greg looked up startled and I followed seeing something that blew me out of my chair.

Greg looked over at me, “Is she really going to sit there?”

“Huh” Was the only answer I was actually capable of as I saw the girl walking over and sitting by the gangster looking guys and taking the last seat at the front of the table.

I narrowed my eyes and set my mind into a decision, “I’m gonna get that girl, wether she wants me or not!”

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