The Quarterback Likes Me? ( Available On Dreame)

Chapter 3

Vanessa POV

"Time to get up Vanessa, you don't want to be late for school", mom says.

"Why mom? I don't like school", I groan.

"You only got like seven months before you graduate", she says.

"Seven months is a long time", I complain.

"Get off that bed now or no phone for a week", she says seriously.

A week? I barely could survive four hours.

"Fine I'm up, geesh", i say getting off my bed.

"Watch that attitude young lady", she snaps.

I got ready for school.

I put on a skinny jeans and with crop top and a jacket, with converse to complete it.

I put my hair up in a high ponytail, then add make up.

"Mom when will I get a car of my own?" ask as I walk into the kitchen.

"For college, now hurry up and eat", she says gesturing to the pancakes.

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When I arrive at school I see Dianne talking to Kevin.

"Morning Vanessa", Jake says getting out his new brand car with Ashley.

"Hi", I say quietly as I see Heidi by the school building with her friends.

"Vanessa, you're okay!" Dianne shrieks and hug me.

"Yeah", I chuckle.

"Kevin ask me on a date, what to do?" She whispers in my ear.

"Go, it is just one date", I reply and then walk towards the school.

"Whore."

"Bitch."

"Slut."

When I walk to my locker that's what every girl is calling me.

"What's their problem?" Dianne ask.

I shrug and open my locker, then I see Heidi and Brenda coming my way.

"Do you want me to handle it?" Dianne ask.

Then I see Jake opposite us by his locker, but his eyes are on Heidi.

"Hey bitch", Heidi smirks at me.

"Call me that one more time", I growl.

"Bitch", she says clearly.

"That's right cause bitches always do what they're told", I say, slam my locker and walk off like a boss.

"Slay girl", Dianne laughs as we walk to our class.

"See you lunchtime", I say and enter the lab.

I sit down in my seat and then Jake sits in front of me, at least we're not sitting together in this class.

"Today I'll be picking people to work groups and also you will be getting graded", the teacher says.

Brenda raises her hand,

"Yes Brenda?"

"Why can't we pick our own person?"

"Because some of you would only be making out, I'm not calling any names", the teacher replies and Brenda scoffs.

"Vanessa and Jake."