The wind blew in my face as I stepped out of my dad's Mercedes-Benz. I took one glance around me and already I felt a feeling that was called: out-of-place... The school was grand, but old. And my dad's car was grand, but also very modern. I knew it. This place is gonna be just like my old school: a posh school with more rules than the military. I sighed and turned around to get my bag, when - I saw him. No, really; I saw him. I don't know who exactly, but it was a boy, and I already thought I knew him. He had brown wavy hair, and locks of his hair kept dangling in front of his face because of the wind. His lose tie was wavering in front of his shirt. He had intense brown eyes which melted away all the coldness of the wind. And he was, gorgeous. But all my good thoughts about him dilapidated into the cold air when he spoke his first words to me.
"Hey, is that a Mercedes-Benz? Flashy car, huh? I wouldn't be caught dead in that."
"It's- it's a- a- a car. That is- a- not a Mercedes-Benz." I retorted.
"Really?" he responded, as we paced around my dad's car, "Because it says clearly on the back: 'Mercedez-Benz'." As he said it, he grinned with a smug expression on his face.
Gorgeous? Huh. A complete twit, more like. I hate this dude, I decided, "There must have been a manufacturing error." I argued, but there was no use.
He laughed and looked at me with his intense brown eyes. I froze as he took a step closer to me. Damn, I think he might kiss me, then- "Liar, liar, your pants' on fire!" he chanted as he ambled away from me and the car.
"Jerk!" I raged. But it was useless, he kept laughing until he couldn't take it anymore.
"What was that I heard? The liar is also a cunt?!" he announced.
Uuuurrrgghh, one day, I'm gonna get him. I bloody hate him, I told myself. How could I think that brat was cute?
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Breakaway
Teen Fiction'His lose tie was wavering in front of his shirt. And he was, gorgeous. But all my good thoughts about him dilapidated into the cold air when he spoke his first words to me... Uuuurrgghh, one day, I'm gonna get him... How could I think that brat wa...
