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PROLOGUE

LOVE is the most least "thing" that this mean girl think about. well,many of us are so addicted with this "love thingy" it's hard to accept but it's reality and it's in our nature to love,feel pain,sacrifice and a lot more but the most important thing is, that even though we're feeling the pain atleast we clearly know that behind those pain there is happiness..

the arrogant girl and the bad boy

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"urrghh.." a day couldn't be worse as hearing your alarm clock first thing in the morning. I reach my clock and put it off and well, go back to sleep

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"miss sabrina!!....you'll be late for school~~~" my nanny nags with a singsong voice,seriously who does that? esp. while waking me up in my beauty sleep

I reach my pillow and slam it into my ears.I want to sleep suckers!

10 mins. later

"SABRRINNA!!.." oh, that's granny M

"Wake up!" I wonder why at her age she's still as strong as a horse.

"I'm confiscating your car if  you don't wake up!" she said then added "and I mean it" uh oh that's my signal.

Hell no!not my baby

"coming right up gramps!" I shouted as I ran to the bathroom.

I brush my teeth,toss my used shortshorts and oversize t-shirt into the laundry,put my clothes on and look at my self in a mirror.

"hot as hell" i'm wearing a short black floral dress paired with a leather jacket and boots and my sun glasses, ofcourse.I open my bed room door and bOOoom!

"sabrina! how many times do I have to tell you to wake up early for school,or else i'll get ur car and I'll donate it for good and for the love of god, your going to school wearing that thing?" this nagging again.

"gramps! i'll go to school so don't separate me and my baby ok?and what's wrong with my way of clothing? Should i wear a dress for a ball " I said as I gently tap her back.

"you're just like your mother, tsk!" she said as she slowly walk to her room.

"ma'am your breakfast.."nanny bren said as she point at the dining room

I just smile at her and grab a sandwich "I'm fine with just this. Thanks by the way, bye!" and run through my baby,my black Lamborghini.

"but ma'am!....your grandma said--""

no time for ur nagging nanny.

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SCHOOL..

I saw our terror discipline-slash-teacher pointing at a line of students while getting angry at them,probably late comers. I park my car infront of them and get out of it while holding my bag with one hand and slump it over my shoulders

"well, well,well.. ms.mcqueen" my terror teacher said while puting her hands in her hips and rising her left eyebrow up. wow, this is your typical cinderella scene,where the evil step mother do her evil deeds, except,I'm not Cinderella.

"mornin'!" I wave at her and smile.

she just rolled her eyes and sigh while touching her temples.  here comes another nag "SABRINA!! how many times do I have to tell to stop coming late to school "

then she added "and don't park your car in the way, there's a parking lot over there! and could you stop chewing your gum while I'm talking in here! u should have proper etiquettes! your grandma will be angr ----blah blah blah" urghh my ear hurts!

I was humming a song as if I didn't hear the rants of mrs.danes but here comes ur all black Mercedes Benz, tsk i was planning to buy one next month after i get my allowance

so whose this lucky guy?..

"am I late?" a tall and very attracti-..I mean an ugly guy wearing a plain v-neck shirt paired with a black leather jacket and jeans get out of the car while brushing his hair with his hands.

then I hear gasp of girls and when I mean girls, I mean all the late comers as well as mrs.banes, is she a cougar? gross.

"of..ofcour...sse no..not.mr.maxfield" mrs.danes said while stuttering.is she nuts? That's unfair!

"ofcourse,YES.. you are late" I said to him while smiling snd hands on my hips.

I then look at my cute little teacher "and mrs.danes, for the sake of ur old style glasses and fully bun hair...ur a married woman and stop acting like a fan girl,so disgusting" I said while cringing my nose.

mrs.danes fix herself and point at me "You! y.oou! rude little bitc-!"

I didn't let her finish "excuse me?!" is she just about to call me a bitch? This ogre!

then someone whistles, "uh oh, mrs.danes.. I think we still have classes to attend to,we could have our punishment afterclass..bye!" then he hold my hand and run inside the building

"I'm not done with you miss mcqueen!!" that the last thing I hear from her.

"let go of my hand mr.maxfield"I said as I stop running which lead him to slow down but he still keeps his pace and run again..oh? u don't hear me?

"aww!..what the hell?did u just bit me?" he ask while rubbing his hands and I just laugh it off

"aww,sorry about that mr.maxfield but I told you to let go but it seems that u acted as if u didn't hear me" I said grinning.

he smirk "oh, it simply because I love to hold ur hand, mrs.maxfield" and from that spur of a moment I blush, blush?who?me? disgusting!..

"i'm sorry? I didn't quite catch up with that"

"I said I like holding ur hands,future mrs.maxfield" then he grin like a dog, a very hot attractive dog. did I just say hot? -___- maybe I had a fever or something

"I beg to disagree but that's not going to happen and I'll make sure to stop that from happening" then I acted like I want to puke.

he feel insulted but hid it in seconds then smirk "oh really?" he then hold my chin up and move it close to his face "I'm quite curious of how this thing taste, what do you think?should I try it?" he said while looking at my lips .

then the bell rings..

he smiles at me "save by the bell ,too bad" he turn his back at me and walk away..

"y..yo..you! jerk!!" I shouted at him!

but I only hear chuckles..

holyshit!that moron!... i'm never going to fall for you........

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Characters

🙎Sabrina mcqueen - alexandra daddario

🙎‍♂️lucien maxfield - douglas booth

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 24, 2018 ⏰

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