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I woke up today. It's the first day of 12th grade and I have no idea what to expect. I look through my closet for the right first day of school clothes. It's a walk in closet filled with so much clothes. But I have no idea what to wear. So I just go for a messy bun, the sweater my ex forgot to take back, some sweatpants and Uggs.

No one is home when I get down stairs, but that's normal because my dad hates me for some reason. My mom is living some where with her 70 year old sugar daddy, but Idgaf.

I got to school and right when I walked in, I see the cutest guy ever. He's the bad boy of the school, of course he is. But he looks like a Greek God Calvin Klein model. I now automatically have to pretend I hate him and pretend his face is the ugliest thing known to man. Even if it kills me inside.

I see him approach me and the prettiest girls give me death glares since they have absolutely nothing better to do with their life than watch one specific person roam the school every second of the day.

"Hey, princess." He speaks, his voice is low and husky and he winks at me which sends my heart on a mile run.

"I'm so not impressed with your flirtatious ways." I flip my hair. I can feel everyone's eyes on us but I don't care.

"I like your sass." He gives me one of his heart stopping smirks that ALWAYS takes my breath away EVERY time he smiles like that. "What's your name?"

"It's Girl. What's yours?"

"Francisco Lach. Whats yours? Oh wait- I already asked you. Oh sorry I just get so nervous when I'm around you." He blushed and that made me blush, too.

His words were so sweet. He was just so perfect. But I remembered I had to pretend to hate him because... I don't know, I just do.

"Whatever. Bye." I pushed passed him leaving him dumbfounded.

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In my first period class, my teacher, Mr. Hot, was HOT. When he called on me for the answer to the math question, he sent me a wink and I winked back. Then he winked again and we went back and forth throughout the entire 50 minutes of class time.

I couldn't stop thinking about Francisco Lach. I really wanted him to see that I liked him! I liked him so much it hurt! But I HAD to pretend I hate him for whatever reason. I just had to....

In my second period class I saw him. The second most cutest guy at the school. I could tell that he was going to end up just being second choice but it would make Francisco so jealous and maybe he would realize how I feel.

I sat next to cute boy. "Hey I'm Girl. What's your name?"

"Rebound." He said lowly. "Rebound Smith."

"Oh I love your dark gray eyes. You're so cute. But not as cute as Francisco Lach, my main bae."

"WHAT IS HE THAT I'M NOT, HUH?!" Rebound screamed and suddenly, I didn't care if anyone was watching, I kissed him right on the lips.

When we broke apart I noticed Francisco watching. He looked angry. He stormed out of the classroom.

I had NO idea why he would be angry. Absolutely no idea. If you asked me why he was angry I'd be like I DON'T KNOW. But if you asked me why he was mad... I could guess that maybe, just maybe, he likes me.... I have no idea why he would be angry... but I know why he would be mad. Hm..

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That night, I felt horrible. Francisco Lach was my first love. And I ruined that. But I still have to hate him. I just have to.

The next morning I was determined to talk to Francisco. Like my life depended on it.

"Girl! GIRL!" My dad called from the kitchen.

I hurriedly made my way to the kitchen, afraid of what he might say.

"I have news." He started. "Francisco Lach is staying here with us. Just because. And he will be staying in the room that just poofed across from yours so that you two will have to always see each other when you wake up. And also, he is our new neighbor. And he's a bad boy. So the bad boy is your neighbor. Seems like a legit title for a book that you can put on hm... Maybe a site called Wattpad? Ever heard of it?"
*looks through fourth wall*

I shook my head. "Nope,
never."

"Okay. Well then... get out and go to school, lazy house rat."

I ran out the house in tears. I should be use to him calling me that. But I wasn't. Fuck him anyway.

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