Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

The gym floors squeaked “Hit the ball Ms. Hollow!” Mr. Stewart Yelled. I dived down on the floor and hit the ball with a to much force. I stood up and wiped my sweaty palms on my shorts and knew before it came. “MS. HOLLOW!” I don't know what it is but, Mr.Stewart really dislikes me. “Ms. Hollow, I expect you to work harder.”

“Yes, Mr. Stewart.” I mumbled he grunted and shooed me away with his fat pudgy hands.

“Good Lord that boy is killing me.” Lana groaned. I looked the way she was looking.

“Your boyfriend is way too bulky, it's like he’s three guys combined!” I wrinkled my nose as she sighed once again.

“I can't wait for toni-.”

My eyes widened at what she was going to say. “Gross Lana keep your dirty thoughts in your head!”

She turned my way and grumbled in the lines between “Stupid, ass Prude.”

I ran to the court once again and played the annoying sport, where you could get a concussion from one hit.

“Dez watch out!” My eyebrows furrowed as I turned my head, thats when I felt a huge bang on my head.

“Ow.” I moaned.

“Mr. Collins!” “Take Desire to the nurse.”

Who’s collins? All I remember is burtrock  then cara no collins! I shut my eyes and stood up. Who throws a freaking ball that hard. Stupid ass volleyball. should die in a fucking hole.

I slowly walked out of the gym, not caring for who ever this Collins guy was.

“ Desire!” “Wait up.” My eyebrows furrowed once again who the hell was calling me. I didn't know any guys over here accept Lana's boyfriend who was scared of me. “If i’m hallucinating I am going to sue whoever threw that ball at my head.”

“Your not, Im Drew by the way.” I looked towards the guy and frowned.”

“Do I even know you?”

“No  sweet cheeks, Im the Collins dude.”

“oh.” I replied and continued to walk down the quiet hallway.

“No sighing or, I want to get in your pants look huh.” He paused. “I'm impressed.”

“Gross you are not even that attractive.” I looked at his dirty blonde hair messily placed everywhere and warm brown eyes. “I like brunettes, sorry.”

I just wanted him to go away. My eyes wandered further to see how far the nurses office was.

He raised a trimmed eyebrow. “Brunettes, Ough princess way to hurt me the feelings mutal.” “I am however not here to ask you out or whatever is going on that pretty little head.”

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