"Let's go."
I pulled my backpack up, and walked past the 'hellhound' table, towards my locker.
"Sure." Lily and Katie jumped up, eager to leave this place.
As we walked slowly toward my locker, Lily froze.
"Hello there Gracie." The velvet voice shivered on my bare neck.
I stopped causing the stranger to crash in to my back. Abruptly, I turned round that I only saw the navy hoodie.
Dang.
"Hi again." I raised my eyebrows.
He pushed at me, so I slammed into the cold locker.
Wait for it, Gracie.
"If you didn't know, I'm Tom, I'm king of the school and even you." He placed his palms beside my head, I was trapped.
"No, I didn't know." I replied curtly and tried to wriggle out of his trap.
"Now you do."
"Anything else?" I clenched my fist, the one that was in the support wristlet.
"No, keep in mind that I can make your life hell."
"Done?" I took a sharp intake of breath, only now noticing a crowd surrounding us.
"One more thing."
"Yeah?"
"Respect me." He pulled his palms away from my head.
And then I punched him.
In the face.
Pretty damn hard.
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Model Behaviour
Teen FictionWhen Gracie Evans, a sixteen year old who moves into a America, because of her parents fame, she becomes a more prettier, smarter and better version of herself, not knowing the consequences of being the head model for Evanline Apparel, she does not...
