Cupid's Sneakers

Chapter 2: "The Badboy and Juliet"

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Love is hard. Love is beautiful. It can be the best thing you can ever experienced but also the worst. Your joy, your happiness yet your sadnes, vulnerability, source of depression and so on.

I still can't just figure out why the "King of Versailles Academy" will send a message for a love advice!

I cautiously opened the message. Maybe you know it's a prank or something.

"Dear Cupid,
I've been crushing on this girl for ages. She doesn't notice me or give a crap about me. Things went downhill when something I did in the past. I've been wanting to get her attention on me but I-I-I just can't. I know I'm being a girl considering I'm seeking a love advice. But I really like her maybe love her even!

And whoever you are don't talk or even spread this message to the school!
I promise when I heard rumor about this I will make your life living hell.
But seriously, I need your help and all. I can't just talk about this with my friends. I have a reputation to keep up.

I don't beg like forever and probably never and I'm not starting now but I'm asking if you could help me. Asking is different from begging.

- Luke "King" Charming"

Talk about bi-polar! Seriously first he's asking for my help and second he's threatening me! Men and their image. They'll just lose it when they age.

But you've gotta love about asking my help. It's so freaking hilarious!

I wonder who's this girl. He really love this girl considering he ask my help and all. I can't feel but my heart is beating painfully. I think I need to go to a cardiologist.

It freaking hurts.

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Life is unfair, cruel, demanding, and hates me.

Why is school even invented? Sometimes times like this I think what would happen if Adam and Eve din't disobey God, maybe we'll be enjoying our life eating food from trees. But completely naked.

Nah! I rather go through this torturing invention rather than be naked. I shuddered from the thought. Here I am in my Science class. My teacher, Ms. Lovely, who really isn't lovely more like a cougar who flirts with high school boys half her age.

I wish someone can save me. I will trade my soul or be a slave just to let me out this misery.
"Ms. Étoiles, please go to the principal office." The intercom projected.

I rose from my seat, seeing many envious stares from the students. I guess they also want to go out either. Well too bad this girl is leaving.

I smirked and strutted towards the door.

I see a really handsome boy in the office, probably my age. He has black hair, green eyes a really sculpted body you can see his muscles bulging out from his t-shirt. He wears a black leather jacket, ripped jeans with those combat boots.

In short. A bad boy.

"Ahh, Ms. Étoiles and Mr. Vaughn please sit down." Principal Maxon said.

"Ms. Étoiles, you're probably wondering why you are here, am I correct?" I nod my head. Like duh! Every student will wonder what the hell he's doing on the principal's office

"Well you see Mr. Vaughn is new and I'm assigning you to be his tour guide," he took off his spectacles and rubbed them.

"So you're saying I'm his freaking babysitter!" I replied annoyed the fact I'm going to assist this boy. Who the hell he think I am? Nanny McPhee?