I Hate my Crush

Chapter nineteen: Horndog.

{EDITED}

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We got back home Saturday afternoon. It was a long ride, there was hella traffic. I went to bed as soon as I got home. Am I the only person who sleeps through the weekend? I go to bed Sunday night wake up Tuesday morning.

My alarm goes off and I'm just staring at it. Like why I was dreaming of food. Are you that heartless? I turn off the alarm and lay in my bed for another ten minutes.

"Another day, another dollar, that I don't get." I walk to my closet and pull out my black joggers. With my black crop top that says 'this is my brain without coffee' and the words are upside down. I grab my black high tops with my black snapback that says #YBOMD.

That's not too much black is it?

Nah. You're fine.

Okay cause I was kinda worried there.

I grab my phone and out it into my pocket, and grab my backpack and see Xavier in his car. I open the passenger side door and see Jay.

"Really? My seat too." I look at Xavier.

"Babe move." Xavier says. I smile sweetly as he moves past me.

"Aww I'm still number one." I coo, putting my hand over my heart.

"Always." He does the same.

"You guys are sick." Jay says behind us.

"Jealous much?" I joke as we pull out if my driveway. The ride to school was filled with Jay and I going back and forth about who Xavier likes more.

I hate this place. Why was school invented? To make children suffer? They should send killers to this prison. This is torture I mean, you got fake bitches, thirsty fuckboys, the nerds who make you feel stupid. Well, the nerds aren't bad, but you also have that couple that's having sex in the hallway. OR IN FRONT OF YOUR LOCKER!!!!!!

"Excuse me, I need to get my books." I tap the guys shoulder. "Okay you walking STDs need to move away because I'm pretty sure you can keep it in your pants, or move away." I say the last two words slowly since they can't take a hint.

"Wow, they just get hornier by the minute." Daniel says from behind me. I groan and throw open my locker. "Are you ignoring me?" He leans on the locker next to mine.

I slam it shut and walk away. He takes off my snapback and puts it on. I turn around and try and take it off.

"I think it looks better on me don't you think?" I sigh and turn around. He walks in toe with me as we walk to math.

It really does.

I know.

Okay he's saying something maybe important but pretend to listen.

Why we're ignoring him?

"Come on, why are you mad?" He whines standing in front of me so I don't walk inside the classroom.

"Is that a bird." I point to the side. He looks and I slip past him. I half way inside, before I feel someone grab my waist and yank me back outside. The bell rings and I glare at him.