Chapter one: Nice Jeans
I let out a sigh as I watched him walk into the classroom. How could the finest Italian and English genes create something so beautiful, but oh so painfully stupid?
"Haley"
"Haley"
"Haley!"
I slowly rolled around in my seat to face Abby; my face probably reflecting my thoughts. Why did they ban Capitol punishment again?
"What?" I hissed; giving her my best impression of a snake in the process.
She gave me a lopsided smile, before plopping down into the empty seat beside me; her blond curls bouncing around her head like a frizzy halo.
"Stop staring at your boyfriend and tell me who the new teacher is."
I rolled my eyes so hard I almost went blind.
"He is not my boyfriend." I groaned "I only like him for his genes anyway."
"His jeans? Like as in the black ones he has on now?"
Abby's stupidity was almost as deadly as his.
"No, dumbass. His genes."
I was met with a still blank face.
Another eye roll.
"Genetics." I said slowly; my head slowly starting to drift back in his direction.
Ugh.
Kylie Peters.
I would of honestly thought a guy who looks as damn delicious as he does would've had better taste. Obviously not.
A hand on my arm nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.
"Ooh, look like someone's getting in with Kylieee." Abby cooed; batting her long eyelashes up at me, a wicked grin on her face.
She reminded me of a Cheshire Cat.
"He can do as he pleases. It's such a shame though, seeing as he could be doing so much more with me." I pondered aloud.
Or rather, things he could do in my bed.
"Thought you didn't like him?" Diane's voice whispered in my ear; undoubtedly she had heard, or rather predicted, the whole conversation.
"I don't" I said with a shrug. "I just find him visually pleasing."
Diane chuckled quietly before sitting on the other side of me.
"But you would fuck him, wouldn't you?" She mused. There was no need, she already knew the answer.
"I would rather him in my pants than in my head." I said simply; watching the door to our English classroom glide open.
How considerate of our new teacher to finally show up.
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Skinny Jeans
Romance"Don't you fucking dare speak to me like I'm a dog!" He yelled; his eyes flashing as he glared at me. I rolled my eyes and calmly crossed my arms over my chest. "Well don't you speak to me like I'm some sort of sex toy to you, Dylan." I said; a hi...
