"Do you remember me, sweetheart?" He said in a cold tone and a killing look.
"Oh, how could I forget? You're that boy I once slapped right?" I said, well knowing he was.
He smirked and I did too. You know, might as well play the same.
Laurel is the...
Damn, I'm late for school... again. I have no idea how I keep passing years. You see, I'm not the most responsable person you'll ever meet, and to be honest barely anything catched my attention long enough for me to put an effort to it, bit that's just who I am.
I'm currently a soph in High School. It's okay I guess, I get along with almost everyones, wich makes it better. I'm quite popular, but I'm not the school's Queen B, someone's beat me at it, trust me. I'm known to be the voice of the student's body, I'm always up for debating or fighting for what us, students, deserve so I'm really involved in school stuff, so I guess because of my rol at school it is actually important students know me and viceversa, besides, I tend to be the life of the party. No need to brag, I know.
Anyways, I stood up from my comfortable bed almost in tears for having to leave its warmth. I can feel its loss already. I put on my outfit for the hideous day ahead and light make up, you know, eyebrows and mascara. Yes it's school, yes I know I'm already late but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.
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I get out of my house just in time to avoid awkard small talk with both my parents and climb into my motorcycle. Yeah, I'm kind of known as the sweet badass too, you know, normal.
I turn on the engine and speed up to school. Just in time for the tardy bell, great.
I get to my first class wich I don't exactly know what is it. Small chit chat here and there and nutrition comes. Great.
I make my way to my locker and take my books for the next two periods. I finish and head up to the snack machine before my break (breathe) ends.
As I stand up waiting for my chocolate bar to fall I hear a group of freshmen girls gossiping about a new supposedly hot guy in school. Ooh, juicy. I notice I know two of the girls so I take my chocolate bar and head up to them.
"Hey Lala, what's new? Ready for the new schoolyear?" Melissa, one of my friend's sister asks me.
"Ha, never" I say half joking, half not. "So, I heard you guys talking about this new guy?" I go straight to the point.
"Yes, Lala! You have to see him! God's sent him in exchange of all the hours we spend here" Ana, another girl I recognize tells me.
"Yeah, I don't trust you guys... I know how hormonal you can get" I say and they scrunch their faces.
"No, honestly. He'd make any girl's hormones explode... He's kind of a bad boy, he could be yout type you know?" Another girl says.
"Well, I guess I'll have to see to believe..." I say and turn around to go "And just so you know, I don't have a type!" I shout behind my back.
Ha, a bad boy. I'd like to test him myself. Lucky for the other girls I'm not interested in a relationship. I'm fine this way, dramaless.
The bell rings and I drag myself along the hallways to my next period.
