*Tyler Above*
I woke up with a pounding headache. I was spread out on the bed with a note attached to me saying:
Please don't kill me, I was harmless, it was all on you princess
I stared at the note for a second before gasping.
"Gavin!" I screamed.
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I marched through the halls of Ridgewood High School not giving a rat's ass. Everyone knew who I was, so they were all talking amongst themselves. Don't get me wrong, I don't give a shit about school or whether or not I'm there so I showed up at Ridgewood High ready to beat a tall brunette boy into oblivion. I don't know if we made out or had sex or whatever, if he took advantage of me, he's gone.
I quickly walked to the front office to see a lady filing her nails.
"How may I help you?" She asked, obviously bored.
"Gavin Lahar. Where is he?"
"Sorry lady, I can't tell you that."
"Look lady. I'm only going to say this once. Where is Gavin?" I growled. We stared each other down before she looked at the computer.
"Room 16." I smirked.
"Smart choice. Thank you." I quickly ran to room 16, finding it with ease. I opened the door and looked around. Everyone was looking at me in fright, but then looked to the back. I followed the stares and looked at Gavin with four girls around him. He looked up at me and paled a little but quickly composed himself.
"Excuse me ladies." He said smoothly before standing up and walking over to me. I grabbed his wrist and yanked him out the door.
"What the hell did you do to me?" I all but screamed at him.
"What the hell are you talking about woman?"
"The note you left!" He narrowed his eyes.
"Bitch, I don't know what you're on, but I left no note."
"The note distinctively called me a princess, you are the only person who calls me that!" I was confused. If it wasn't him, then who was it?
"God, since when did bitches take over Ridgewood? You are such a princess. My whole life doesn't revolve around you anymore." He spat and he walked back into the classroom. I let him go, my eyes following his retreating back. I'm so lost.
*****
Gavin's POV
I pulled up to the starting line. God the princess made me pissed off enough to start racing again. To think, I, would take Alexa home while she was shitfaced drunk was obscure to say the least. But not untrue. I didn't want the princess to know that it was me because then the questions would come. I know Alexa.
I was racing this guy who's racing a black Nissan GT-R with black tinted out windows. Some girl in short shorts and a red bikini top came out to the starting line. She lifted her hands above her head as I revved my engine. Then, she let them drop, causing me and my opponent to slam on our gas. I accelerated forward, as the other guy drifted back. We were racing down a tunnel when the other guy speeds forward cutting me off.
"Damnit." I muttered. I grasped the wheel tightly, but grinned when I realized the guy left his left side open. I saw the finish line ahead so I sped forward, slamming the gas, hurling the car across the finish line.
I could breathe again. I got out of the car and thanked all of my fans, who were rushing the car. I jogged over to a certain blonde.
"Hey!" I muttered wrapping my hands around her waist.
"Gavin! Stop it!" She whacked at my hands but I just tightened them.
"Did you watch me win?" I asked kissing her ear.
"I was rooting for the other guy." She muttered. I scoffed in response.
"Why? He's probably some hairy middle age dude." I said. She looked at me.
"God you are so sexist." She pointed and I looked over at the car that I had raced against. The racer got out wearing a black spandex race suit. I realized he had perfect curves in every area and figured out he was a she.
"Damn good racer she is, gave me a run for my money." I leaned down and kissed the blonde, grasping her waist. We were kissing for a couple of minutes before interrupted.
"Kerr?" We broke apart, Kerr staring at her best friend.
"Alexa! Good job babe!" Kerr said excitedly, hugging her friend. I looked down and saw the spandex race suit.
"Oh shit." I mumbled.
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The Army, The Player, and I
Romance(SHORT STORY) Alexa Howell is a player. She's had enough experience in that department. However, one night, after driving home from her booty call, she hits someone with her car. Only to find out that it isn't some ordinary guy. Gavin Lahar, the se...
