Dear You,
I like you.
But you don't know me.
I see you, when you walk and talk, showing your glam like damn.
I'm sorry I'm trying to be funny, trying to get you to like me.
I'm an idiot
You're probably just gonna throw this away after you open your locker.
Anyways, I love you.
Fuck Brad
Actually don't
Fuck me instead.
Haha.
When you get this and if you read it go to the third floor and put it in locker 1432.
I love you
Your Soon To Be Bitch,
CC7
P.S. you'll never guess who I am haha bye Planet Green Eyes.
I raised my hand, hoping the teacher would notice before the bell rings so I could make a good get away.
"Yes, Ms.Cabello?"my favorite teacher Mr.Cowell said tilting his head down.
"May I be excused?" I said kind of sheepishly seeing that all these eyes including hers were on me burning into all sides of head.
"Yes, you may!" he said pointing to the door I put my back pack on and slid out of the desk.
I walked out the classroom and ran up the stairs, as I came to the last 9 steps I heard moaning and his name.
"Hm, Brad baby, how long until you knock her off?" I heard the slut of the school,Perrie, say.
I pulled out my phone and started to record this moment.
"Just give me 2 more weeks babe, I just need her to finish my chemistry, history, English and art projects. Then we will be done with her." He said sliding his hand into her skirt.
"That's good, now we have to go, you know how Mr. Blackston get's if I'm out for too long!" she said kissing him once more before heading in the opposite direction.
Brad bit his piece of paper a.k.a his lip and started to walk down the stairs my direction. My eyes widen and I put my phone back in my pocket after stopping the video. He reached me and looked at me.
"Ya know, if you didn't have that little problem, I would so fuck you. My dad is an plastic surgeon, you should check him out."
"You mean your dad is A plastic surgeon not an, and anyways you stale piece of bread, I'd rather much have your hot ass girlfriend fuck me!" I said before stomping his foot and running up the stairs again.
I searched high and low for her fucking locker until I came upon her black locker with the picture of the sun in the moon. Our school wasn't a normal fucking school. Our school is an arts school and they want us to express ourselves. We decorate every fucking thing.
I slid the note into her locker holes. Whatever the fuck you call them and shit and walked to my next period class knowing the bell was gonna ring any minute now.
I was fucking right.
I ran to the gym threw my shit down and just took off my shirt and jeans, I already had on my clothes for gym. I was trying to make my way through when Demi and her crew came down.
"Oh look it's Canola!" she said laughing at the name my little 8 year old sister gave me when she was 3 and couldn't pronounce my name right.
"Oh look it's a walking bag of aids!" I snapped back knowing of her little scare in 9th grade of when she thought she had the deadly disease.
She rolled her eyes and continued to walk to her locker, but not before bumping shoulders with me.
I fucking hate Gym. When I made it up there I started with my stretches and ran around the gym a few times before Coach Lopez blew his whistle.
"Listen up you faggots, we are gonna play some basketball today. Girls inside, Boys outside. The team captains are Cabello and Simpson. Your objective is to teach your team how to work together as a team, you must include all your team members and put them in their positions. Team Caps choose your team!" he said before walking to the sidelines.
I went first then Bread. There were 28 people in this class so we each had to pick 13 in order for it to be even.
"Dinah!"
"Lexa!"
"Ally!"
"Troy Bolton!"
"Lauren!" I screamed and smirked at Brad, he shot me a glare and continued.
"Troy Aguilera!"he said calling the second Troy.
"Normani!"
We called until we had all of our people. Coach took Brads team out and my team started warming up.
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I'm gonna make this a story.
I like it, and the basketball thing will make since if you read the full story.
Bye babes, love you
