The Bad Boy Stole My Text Books

Chapter 3

Justin is the banner on top or to the side. (Isn't he sexy?)

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*-Justin POV-*

I sit down with my friends. Tyler and Scott. "What's going on with you and Chloe?" I ask Scott. "She's great. Kind, beautiful, funny, and smart. " Scott looks like he is staring off into space. Tyler bumps my shoulder. "You said you were going to talk to Nicole." I shake my head. "Nope. She don't mean nothing to me." I say, looking at Nicole talking to her friends. Tyler and Scott give each other 'the look'.

"I don't know what to do. I really screwed up," I say, truthfully. "Come on man," Scott says. "Let's go party tonight. It's Friday!"

I nod. That will definitely get things off of my head. "Damian hosting a house party, we should go there." Tyler and Scott nod, excited about the idea.

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∞ Niclole POV ∞

"Let's go to Damian's house party!" Chole says. "Why?" I ask. Amber gasps. "Beacuse. Just, because. It's. Damian's. House. Party. You wouldn't know how awesome his parties are. Becky G. got pregnant there! That's why she never came back to school," Amber says, very quickly.

I see Justin looking over at us. "Fine. I'll go to Damian's party. Sounds like fun," I say loudly, making sure Justin can hear me.

Amber and Chloe squeal. I glance at Justin. "This is gonna be fun."

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We pull up into Damian's driveway. I can hear the music blare, and I can see the bright lights. I step out of the car, my knee high boots clicking on the ground.

"Wow! This is bigger than last year!" Chloe exclaims. Amber squeals. "I'm so excited!" We walk in, all the lights blinding us. "Come on, Nicole!" Chloe shouts. I laugh, walking through all the drunken teenagers.

Amber starts at the food table, where all the beer is. "Woo! I'm gonna get drunk tonight!" I sigh, clearly thinking Amber's going to regret this later on.

Amber offers me a bottle. "You know you want some," she says teasingly, waving the bottle in my face. I shrug. "What the hell." I snatch the beer and take a gulp. I already feel tipsy.

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4 beers later and I think I see dead people. I hear someone come up behind me. I guess I have super hearing now. I whip around. "Justin?! Fancy seeing you here!" I shout.

"You're drunk! You had to many beers!" he shouts over the music.

"I'm a trunk? I had to many pears?" I gasp. "There are pears here?"

"God damn. You're so cute." Justin runs his fingers through his hair.

I start to grab another beer, but Justin stops me. I pout. "I want to set the world record for drinking the most beers!" I whine.

"I think that's already happened," he jokes. He looks at me. I look at him. Our faces are inches apart. "You're a little too close," I say, sobering up a little at the sight of his gorgeous hazel eyes. "I know," he breathes.

Seconds later, his lips crash against mine. I kiss back, feeling like I'm in heaven. My hormones are going crazy, like I feel I wanted something.

Him.

Both of our lips are fighting for dominance. His arms wrap around my waist, my fingers running through his ruffled hair. I don't know how long we've been kissing, but it feels like forever.

Justin's hands move downwards, towards my butt. "Justin," I breathe. Justin mumbles. I pull away from him. He looks at me, like I took away his favorite toy. "Justin, I can't do this," I say. "What? Why not?" He asks. "I just can't. I'm not falling in love with you again. I'm not making that mistake," I say. Justin looks heartbroken, like I punched him in the gut.

"I have to go." My voice breaks. I rush out of the crowd.

All I can hear is my breathing, my heavy breathing. I walk out of the house, into the cold. "God dammit. I forgot my jacket inside," I whisper. I turn around and face Justin.

"Justin, get out of my way," I say. He hands me my leather jacket. I look down at the jacket. "Thanks," I say. I try and walk away as fast as I can.

"Nicole! Wait!" He shouts at me. I stop in my tracks. "What?!" I shout back.

"Nicole, I know how much you hate me now and you'll probably hate me years from now and you'll probably hate me for what I'm going to say." I stand in the middle of the sidewalk, listening to every word he breathes out.

I see my breath in the cold air. "Nicole, I love you."

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

"I've always have! I was a stupid, stupid retarded bastard for telling you I used you," he states.

"Trust me on this. Everybody thought we were perfect together. Then, you changed. Changed into the goody tushoes you are now."

"Justin," I finally breathe out. "I knew you didn't like me. You are a man whore who would do anything to get into a hot girl's pants." I say, angrily.

"I never loved you, I never did," I say back, turning around to face him. "So, why don't you take your handsome little face out of my life, and out of my sight."

Justin's fist's are clenched. "I knew you changed into a girl who was rude, but I didn't know you turned into a cold hearted bitch." He walks away, back into the house.

A tear slides down my face. Not because he called me a bitch, but because he just walked out of my life. Forever. For real now, he's not coming back.

My ego got to my head, god dammit!

I sit down on the sidewalk, rocking back and forth. "Oh God, what have I done?" I say, looking up at the sky.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

I sob into my arms, still rocking back and forth. "Oh god, please forgive me for my sins."

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