"Smile"- Avril Lavigne
Chapter 2-Actually Talking To Mr. Cutie-
💕Chloe's POV💕
I soon make it to my locker after I got talking to the cutie, with blue icy eyes, named, Chase.
"Hey... Chlo did you see the new hottie?" My best friend Shayly asks.
I grab my binder and throw my bag in my locker as I shut it and turn around,
Shayly is wearing a pink leather jacket with healer stylish boots and a plain white crop top with skinny jeans.
"Yup, and I agree he's pretty hot. I think I might be falling for him even though I just met him." I say loud but the last sentence quietly but not loud enough because she hears it.
"What???? Yesssss!!! I've been waiting for this for soooo long!! And I hear he's mysterious, there's a bad boy image!!!! And much more that you like in a guy!!!" She yells, literally so loud I might have gone deaf.
"Why just why? Shayly? You always try to pair me up with the guys I have interest in and does it work? No!" I say as we walk to our history class.
"Yeah. But this one will work." She says smiling evilly.
Ugh! I hate that evil smile, when she smiles like that it either means I'm apart of her plan or she is planning something that will somehow involve me.
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A couple classes later, in third period, in Algebra 12- we get a free day, like usual. Considering it's the first day of a new year and our last year, considering we are seniors.
Before the bell rings, Mr. Hottie sits right next to me, as I smile at him.
"Hey, Chase. Why aren't you sitting by the other girls who wouldn't think twice about letting you fuck them?" I say as he tilts his head evenly and says,
"Umm... well maybe I don't want to fuck them." He says smirking evilly.
Great. Two people in a row today and smile or smirk evilly at me.
"Dude. That's just gross." Shayly says as she sits next to me, she finally comes in at the right time.
"Well, that's who I am. So haha." He says that just as the bell rings and we all hurry up out of the classroom and drop off our stuff in our lockers and walk to lunch.
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Falling For You
Teen FictionChloe's POV I'm sick and tired of life. Of being cheated on. I'm sick and tired of being bullied by the guy I used to like. I just want to die. And nothing and no one can fix me or my life..... ***** Chloe Mellie... eighteen years old. Shes bullied...
