Chapter 3- Natalia's POV

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What a dick! God! He doesn't even talk to me or Breccken, yet he has the nerve to ask for a ride?! I couldn't get out of the Bug fast enough. Why would even want to talk to me? I'm the outcast. The freak. I strode quickly into the girl's bathroom. There were five freshman crowded around the sink. They looked at me with startled looks. I snarled at them, and they quickly bolted from the bathroom. I sighed, and glared at my reflection. My black eyeshadow was getting seriously smuged. As was my eyeliner. I fixed it, and strode out into the hall.

"Natalia!"

Wha-? Oh goddamn! How the fuck did he even-Breccken. That little-

"Hey."

Now he's in front of me. What the- is he blushing?! I narrow my eyes and take a step back.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I, uh, wanted to thank you for the ride."

"I didn't give you a ride. I don't even like you."

Everyone was staring now. I know what they're all thinking: Why the fuck is the golden boy talking to the freak? That's what I was thinking. I took another step back.

"Listen, I don't know who you think you are. You think that just by giving me a crooked grin and flipping your curls, that I'll fall to your feet. Well I'd like you to know that you are sadly mistaken. I wouldn't fall for that if you wouldn't stop stabbing me until I did."

His eyes widened. And then he started...LAUGHING?!

"Hahahahahaha, oh God, you are fucked."

He messed up my hair and winked. Then he turned and walked away,laughing and shaking his head.

THE FUCK?

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