Everyone was staring. Not a good thing for me considering I have a large bruise from where that bastard in the ring punched me. The little shit. I let my hair cover my face as I walked towards my locker. I shouldered my bag and opened my locker. I grabbed my books for math (oh for fuck's sake. Math first thing on a Monday? Are you kidding?) and my gym bag for...gym. Duh. I slammed my locker and whirled around, glaring at everyone. They quickly looked away and started chatting and whispering. I could tell the subject revolved around me because they always glanced over here. I growled profanities at them as I walked. All of a sudden I slammed into a big dick-head. Yeah, unlike some of those girls in stories I know what's the difference between a brick wall and a fucking person. I slowly looked up. Ugh. It was Devon Kane, the man-whore of the school. Ew. I just touched him. Aw, gross. No, ew. I probably just got AIDs or STDs or something just by looking at him. Devon smirked at me.
"Hello, what's your name, babe?" He flirted. I gave him an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look. He cocked an eyebrow at my silence.
"Are you mute or something?" He asked rudely. I scoffed.
"I can talk perfectly fine. I just don't like talking to you," I said and walked around him. He caught my arm, making me wince slightly. He caught me where the bastard tried to break my arm but ended up bruising it. I wrenched my arm away and scowled at Devon.
"Don't be like that, babe," he teased. I glared and my head shot up to look him in the eye.
"Don't call me babe. I don't like you," I hissed.
"What happened to your face?" He asked and brought a hand up. He brushed his fingers over ir and I flinched away.
"Don't touch me," I spat. I put my hood up and let my hair fall back over my face as I walked away.
"Catch you later, babe!" He called. I whirled around.
"DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT!" I shouted.
"Then what should I call you?" He asked. I grit my teeth together. I hate this boy so so much. He could go die in a hole for all I care. Should I tell him my name? If I don't he'll keep calling me babe and that brings unwanted attention.
"If I tell you will you leave me alone?" I asked. He gave me a devilish smirk.
"Sure..." he trailed off. Oh, for fuck's sake. Of course he's not gonna leave me alone. But at least he won't call me babe...
"I'm Kyler James."
It's kinda short but it's only the first chapter...
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The Bad-Ass Player and The Boxer
RomantizmKyler James, the loner. Devon Kane, the player. She's ignored. He's the center of attention. She's quiet. He's loud. She's a virgin. He's a slut. He, for some odd reason, takes a sudden intrest in her. She hates him. He's a bad-ass player. She's an...
