Started on the 1 December 2016
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A week later
'OH
MY
FUCKING
GOD!
Dexter freaking Everett just walked into me. He is just so hot, hot damn. Like hot hawt hawt. Dear Lord! Have you his seen caramel brown hair and his eyes. Oh god, his eyes. They've been haunting my dreams even if I've never actually seen them. That perfect dark grey colour of his eyes that almost look black but aren't. It's actually grey, like the clouds on a stormy day, or so I've heard.
Le sighs.
And his slightly crooked nose and full pink lips that are permanently set in a straight line. But from what I've heard, those fortunate enough to have seen him smile claim that
He
Has
Dimples.
On both cheeks!!
*Squeals*
Yes, you heard me right, dimples. Can he get any better than that?
And don't even get me started on his body.
*Hyperventilates*
How can someone be so beautiful?
He has a light brown skin colour, a courtesy of his Latin origins. He has a six-pack that is starting to form and, oh God, does that look sexy with his skin colour. He has a good height too, about 185cm.
He's mostly seen wearing a plain T-shirt with a pair of dark coloured jeans, his squeaky clean white converse and a leather jacket or sometimes a jeans jacket.
He is a Greek God among us.'
Said.
Every.
Fucking.
Girl.
In.
This.
Fucking.
School.
I seemed to be only sane one in here. To me, he just looked like a douchebag who never learnt how to smile and who always woke up on the wrong side of the bed. And also, he did not fit my description of hot. His eyes always narrowed as he walked down the hall giving anyone who looked at him a death glare and his face set in a perfectly scary scowl all day, every day. That was not my type. One of the few guys that did fit my description was Dylan O'Brien. Now, he was hot, while Dexter was not.
Ok, so he wasn't that bad. But he could dress differently and Oh, I don't know, smile from time to time. And not be so rude all the damn time. And talk to people instead of giving everyone a death glare. And be polite, you see I've only heard him talk a handful of times and every single time it consisted of a string of cuss words. And most of those times he was talking to a teacher. And he could...
Anyway,
Why was I thinking about that asshole this early in the morning?
Oh yeah, cause he bumped into me. Now, the other girls would've reacted the way I described. I, however, was just like,
YOU ARE READING
Bad Grade Guaranteed
Humor"I'm not a bad boy," he stated. I fold my arms over my chest and lean back in my chair. "And I'm not a good girl," I replied. *** Sam hated Dex. She thought that he was a bad boy and he thought that she was a good girl. Little did they know that...
