Tray's POV
I wake up to an intense headache and something going off. I open one eye and shut it immediately.
"Who the hell opened my blinds?" I mutter to myself while groaning.
I sigh, and once again open my eyes and had to wait a few seconds for them to adjust.
My name? Tray Harvard and I'm seventeen, incredibly handsome and the star football player for my school team. Although people think I'm young, I still smash and pass every now and then, that's just me.
"Mm." I hear from beside me. "Tray baby, why are you up so early?"
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h, because I have an education to receive?
I internally winced remembering my night of "fun" with. . .Becky or Beth? Whatever her name was, now I have to deal with the aftermath.
"I made it perfectly clear 'baby' this was just a one time thing." I say, annoyance clear in my voice.
Like I expected a heavy hand collided with my cheek and I keep my face impassive as I say "Get Out".
She angrily picks up her stuff and slams the door and I flinch at the sound but still, Good Riddance.
I don't do the 'date' thing, simply because I haven't found a girl worthy of me. Every one in this school acts so easy, its hard to keep interested.
I sigh, running a hand through my hair before, standing. I look around my room and roll my eyes at the pink bed that stood beside it.
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Finding Her ✔ (Editing)
Teen Fiction"You're mine now." He says looking at me straight in the eye. And I nod. Its kinda breathtaking the way he looks at me. And the fact that he just called me "His" Doesn't help. "Say it" he demands. "I'm yours" -------------------- Zoe is just trying...
