I was hiding out in the stalls, waiting for all the girls to clear out. I didn't need those bitches staring at me and asking questions. They should fuck themselves. They're too nosey. One bitch actually had the nerve to come up and ask me if something happened. Now there's a rumor that I'm getting abused at home. You can't have any privacy around here. Ugh. And, no, for your information, I'm not getting abused at home because I practically live on my own. My parents are always on trips for work so I end up taking care of myself. I've been taking care of myself for...what? I'm 18 now so..5-6 years now. Did I mention I also have to take care of my 14 year old brother? No? Oops. I finally heard the girls exit the changing room. I waited a second before going into the changing room. I put my stuff in my locker and changed into my t-shirt and shorts. I looked down and grimaced at all the bruises and cuts. I tip-toed over to Brandi Munroe's locker and broke into it. I grabbed her concealer before shutting the locker. I layered it on my arms, legs and neck. I put some on my face. I sighed and grabbed a mirror from another locker I broke into. My face and neck still looked slightly discolored and so did my arms and legs but it wasn't that noticable. I put on my sneakers and threw my hair up in a ponytail. I jogged into the gym and quietly sat behind everyone. All eyes were on me.
"What?" I hissed. They all looked away.
"Ah, Miss. James. How nice of you to join us," Mrs. Stephens sneered. She honestly hates me. Why? Because I'm always late. It's not my fault I have to cover my injuries. Geez, women.
"Yeah, yeah. Just get-" I started to sass but the slamming of the door cut me off. In waltzed, lo and behold, Devon Kane. He smirked and winked causing all the girls, including Mrs. Stephens, to swoon. Ew. Isn't she a little too old and...I dunno...married? He walked over and sat down. Right. Beside. Me.
"Hello babe," he said with a smirk. I groaned in annoyance.
I seriously hate this boy.
It's short. Ew. This chapter is pathetic and should go dig a hole and die in it.
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The Bad-Ass Player and The Boxer
RomanceKyler 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...
