Jay's POV
I was up in my class and me and Elliot were talking about plans for tomorrow. I wasn't sure if I wanted a party, but it doesn't matter because I always want to celebrate with a brunch of strippers.
"If there is a party, where is it gonna be?" Elliot asked.
For the past years we've had it at random places. This time I don't want to leave...
"My place." I said, "Why not? We haven't had a house party in a long ass time."
"Yeah sure." Elliot said, "Does Sam want to join?" He grinned.
Sam? I would assume she would. I don't know if parties are her thing.
"I don't know. I'll go and ask." I got up from my seat.
"You're just gonna leave in the middle of class?" Elliot raised an eyebrow.
"Since when did you care about class? We're graduating this year anyway. Besides I'm Jay Daniels, I rule this school." I smirked and walked out of the class.
I went along and started walking down the halls until I saw something very promising. I stopped at the front of the halls. The halls were wide and long, there was glass on the right and lockers on the left.
I began walking towards them and yanked their headphone out.
"What the fuck!" She yelled.
What the fuck is she doing? You sure are something else Sam, mopping up the school like a freak.
I laughed, "Why the fuck are you mopping for?"
"Because.. I got in trouble by Patricia, and she is forcing me to do this." Sam explained.
How cute, so now she is mopping the floors.
I started laughing again, "Wow, that's fucking funny. She's making you clean, but hey you look hot cleaning." I said.
She rolled her eyes and then chuckled, "It's better than class work I'll tell you that."
"Really? I guess I'll join you." I smiled.
I love doing bullshit, because that's what I do most of my time. I might as well do it with this bitch.
She smiled back, "Here." She gave me the mop, "Let's take turns."
She has a cute smile.
"Oh, I didn't mean clean. I meant joining you listening to music." I raised my hands up.
"Too bad. You want to hang out, you have to clean." She shoved the mop in my hand.
Jeez, I didn't want to clean. This isn't fair, this bitch is making me do dirty work.
"Hey you don't do shit at my place, I'm letting you stay for free." I said.
There was a long pause... What is she thinking about?
"Hey.. What does your sister like?" She asked.
"Huh?" I said, "Why?"
She makes no sense, since when were we talking about Kristen?
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One Girl All Boys School
Teen Fiction[BOOK I COMPLETED] I'm Sam Matthews, 16-years-old as of now. Well my shitty story is that I am a girl, not a guy. In this fucked up world every human soul mistakes my name as "boy-like." Which REALLY doesn't make any sense. Maybe it's just me, tho...