I turned around and rolled my eyes. I couldn't afford to not pay attention in class. I'm trying to get into a good college. Even though he had been so cold to me, I couldn't help but think about Dallas. He was just too irresistible. I couldn't be mad at him.
Mr. Robinson: " So Y/N, what was Shakespeare's last play?"
And in that moment, I knew that I was royally screwed. I'd been so busy thinking about Dallas that I wasn't even giving any attention to Mr. Robinson what so ever.
Y/N: " Oh um, uhh his last play was.... uhhhh" I stammered.
Heather: " Shakespeare's last play was The Two Noble Kinsman" Heather said as she flashed me an gloating smirk.
Mr. Robinson: "Thank you Heather, Ms.Y/L/N, I would appreciate it if you payed attention in my class." He said as he shot me a scolding glare.
I nodded and copied the notes from the board. I hate that bitch Heather. Sometimes I just want to strangle the life out of her. Well most of the time.... all of the time.
*********Bell rings*********
I walked out of Mr. Robinson's class and down the hallway to my locker.
Y/N: " I'm glad that's over. Note to self, Mr, Robinson's an ass. And his class is going to be absolute torture. Great. I'm excited for the rest of the year."
I opened my locker and took out my bag. I was so happy to leave this hell hole. I'm so done. I closed my locker and saw Liam standing right next to me.
Y/N: " Shit Liam you scared he crap out of me" I said grasping my chest.
Liam: " Oh I'm sorry Y/N. I was calling your name but you didn't hear me, so I came over." He said twiddling his fingers.
I could see how nervous he was around me. The way he looked at me. The way he played with his fingers whenever we talked. It was..... cute.
Liam: " Can I walk you out?" He asked
Y/N: " Yah of course" I smiled.
We walked and talked. Looking at his pearly white smile when he laughed made me really happy. He's so funny. It's so cute how he laughs at his own jokes. It's like..... perfect in a way.
Y/N: " You're hilarious Liam, thanks for walking me out. " I smiled as I pulled my hair behind my ears.
WAIT, am I falling for Liam Clark. I don't even know anymore.
Liam: " No problem. Anytime" he said.
He opened his arms slightly. Gesturing for a hug. I mean how could I say no to his face. I can't lie, he's pretty cute. I walked towards him and wrapped my arms around his neck. His arms traveled down to my waistline and he grasped me tightly. The strong smell of his cologne put me in a trance. I went on my tippie toes as he pulled me closer to him. After what seemed like forever, I finally pulled back because I knew that he wouldn't have.
Y/N: " Well I'll um... I'll see you around K? I said smiling as I turned around to walk away.
When I turned around I saw a pair of eyes on me. It was Dallas. His stare was deadly and was directed right towards me. When he saw that I was looking at him, he turned away and started walking to his car. Why the hell was he staring at me like that? I ignored the thought and began walking towards Annelie who was standing by her car.
Annelie: " Hey Y/N. Who was that piece of man candy you were talking to.
She glances over my shoulder and looked in Liam's direction.
Y/N: " Oh it was just Liam" I said as I got into the passenger side of Annelie's car.
Annelie: " Clark?" She said sitting down in front of the wheel, her eyebrows raised.
Y/N: " Yeah. He's really cool." I said
Annelie drove me home. During the car ride, there was non stop talking about Liam and how I caught Dallas staring at me. We pulled up to my house and she parked the car. We stepped out and walked up the driveway.
Annelie: " Is that a moving truck? I wonder who's moving in." She said walking into the garage.
I stood there, watching the mover guys haul in furniture. I looked in the direction of the house as the front door swung open. I squinted to see who it was. Then out came a familiar face. It was Dallas. He saw me staring and smirked. I quickly went into my garage and closed it.
Y/N: " Well isn't this just fucking fantastic" I said as my back hit the wall.
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Bad Boy
Teen FictionIt's your last year of Highschool. Every year you see your crush, Dallas Winston, just as beautiful as he was the year before. But something changes this year. This story is in the Y/N point of view. Co-written by: Stephanie S @steph12765 Check her...
