Stolen Hearts

X. Jack Pot

I think I'm dead.  My ghost is writing this for me.  Honestly I go to the strictest public school on the planet.  Isn't public high school years supposed to be filled with hot bad boys, sexy nerds,  secret superstars,  insane parties, and shit?  Thanks a lot Wattpad for ruining my expectations, xD.  Ugh seriously though, finals just ended and we're being attacked by HW and projects.  HW is the thirstiest hoe I have ever met. ;0

Anyways enough school rants, enjoy!

I cross my hands over my chest and glare at the smiling boy leaning against my locker.  When he doesn't look up from his phone, I let out a cough.

"Lala, can you get out of my face?  I'm trying to get to my locker and your fat body is in my way!"  I attempt to shove Logan out of the way, but he's too heavy.  

Casually he looks up from his phone, smirks and says, "Am I in the way?  Oh I'm sorry darlin', let me just move this 'fat' body out of the way.  But you should feel honored.  Da ladies love the sexy hunk that happens to be leaning on your locker.  Most girls would die to have me-"

"Yeah, Lala, no one cares about your imaginary lady admirers, so move."  I shove his arm again, but he just chuckles.

"Logan!  MOVE!"  I shove him and he falls back on his butt.  I put my arms on my hips and smirk down at him.  "Hah!  And you call me weak, I just pushed your weak ass-"

"Actually 'darling' that would've been me.  You're welcome."  An unfamiliar voice interrupts.

I turn to deal with the rude, manner-less, douche who thought it was okay to interrupt like that,  and am met with a lean, lanky teen.  He blows his shaggy, black hair out of his eyes and smirks at me.  His eyes, that remind me of a pool of melted chocolate and his honey-smooth voice, makes me think of Winnie the Pooh.

"Listen, I don't know what your Mother taught you, but up here we don't interrupt other people's conversations.  Especially when you don't know the said people."

Winnie just smirks and softly drawls, "Contrary to what you might think, Miss Alicia White, my Southern Mamma, taught me what she could before the cancer took her.  So next time, I suggest that you keep your pretty lil mouth shut."

"How do you know my name, Mr.  Gentleman?  Because I'm pretty sure stalking isn't part of your 'Southern' manners."

Winnie tuts, and shakes his finger in my direction, and twangs, "Now Miss White, make sure you get your facts right before you speak.  Y'all see that office down there?  Well that's the principals office.  And do you know what she told me?  She said, and I quote, 'I'm sure Alicia and Logan will help you find your way to your classes today.  In fact I'll email Miss White's teachers right now to let them know she may be late, since she'll be walking you to class.'  You may ask what happened then, well Miss White, she pointed at you and this young man over here and told me to introduce myself to y'all.  And here we are now."

I stared at his dark brown orbs and immediately knew he wasn't lying. I sighed and stuck my hand out, "Well then I guess I need your schedule."

His smirk widened and he handed me a folded paper.  

"Looks like you have first period with me, c'mon Winnie, let's go." 

"Winnie?" Shit.  

"Well you didn't say your name Southy, so I gotta work with what I got."

"Dallas.  Dallas Grady Williamson. "

"Right, Dallas, this way to Hell.  Formerly known as Hell-th.  Spelled H-E-A-L-T-H, to misguide innocent souls."