"Can we work together, princess?" Said a new guy. Definitely another player. Major eye roll!
"Uh, sure." I pointed to the seat next to mine and he took it.
"Thanks. I'm Erik by the way." He smirked at me.
"Hailee." I stated.
"Oh! Hailee Jones! The girl everyone keeps talking about on Instagram, and Twitter. The posts on Facebook! And on Ashley's Snapchat story, right?" He grinned.
"Probably. I don't really give a $hit." I replied.
"Ooh! Princess knows her bad words huh?" He inched closer. I turned my attention back to the worksheet.
'This goes with this and that goes with that....' My head started rambling.
"You're really hot, you know that right?" Erik asked me.
"I don't know if you heard or not, but I'm not into players."
"Oh on the contrary my dear." He showed me a picture of me and Kyle in my bedroom. I'm pressed up against the window with my dress unzipped. He's sucking on my neck. In. His. Boxers! I put my head down.
"I was making a point to Ashley. After that scene, I closed the curtains and told him to leave. He didn't even get my dress all the way off." I replied.
"Damñ! He got rejected?!" He whistled low. "Damñ." He said again.
I rolled my eyes and finished the worksheet. I got my phone out. 2new text messages from Caller Unknown.
I opened the message.
From: Kyle Your Sex God ;) : Received Saturday at 6:24
I nvr got 2 finish what we had last nite! ;)
He really needs a grammar and spell check.
From: Kyle Your Sex God ;) : Recieved Saturday at 7:50
I rlly wanted it last nite! Just cave n and let me do it 2 ya! ;)
Ew. That's all I got to say. Ew! I replied.
To: Kyle Your Sex God ;) :
You're gross. I don't know how you got my number but I want you to know that we will probably never finish what we had Friday night. That was to prove a point to Ashley and you know it! Don't you dare tell people we're a thing, or better yet, don't come near me again!
Before I could argue with the last sentence I hit send. I heard a faint 'ping' and looked up. He was surrounded by his friends with three girls on his lap. Ew. Eye roll! My phone vibrated.
From: Kyle Your Sex God ;) : Received Monday at 8:23
Come on, bby! Don't b stubborn! U know u want me! With my abs, lip ring and badboy attitude it's hard not 2 want me! ;)
To: Kyle Your Sex God ;) :
Please stop texting me. Its driving me crazy. And "Kyle Your Sex God?" Really? I doubt it. I've done guys way better than you, sweetheart!
From: Kyle Your Sex God ;) :
Oh plz, I'm the hottest guy u've evr seen. Don't lie. I'm actually surprised that ur not on my lap rn! ;)
To: Kyle Your Sex God ;) :
1. Taylor Lautner and Daniel Radcliffe are WAY hotter than you!
2. Ew! Why would I ever want to sit on your germ infested lap, which has more lady callers the the local strip club?
From: Kyle Your Sex God ;) :
Haha! The way u have comebacks r adorable. Plus, I always knew I drive you crzy!
To: Kyle Your Sex God ;) :
Stop texting me. Get your work done. I hate players. So stop!! Bye.
From: Kyle Your Sex God ;) :
After class, go up 2 room 115B I'll b there. ;) cya soon, Diva! <3
Should I go up there or no?
A/N: This is one of the longest chapters I've written in this book!
Word Count: 612 <3
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Teen FictionWhen a "Average" teenage girl, Hailee Jones, moves to a new town, she doesn't expect to find the badboy as her neighbor. "Hey, I don't mind if you stare, but could at least not drool?" said Kyle. "Not staring." I replied. He chuckled. ...
