What The Fuck!

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Jandi's POV

Brent Oliver.. ugh just thinking about his name gives me a severe headache. Even saying his name gives me a sour taste in my mouth.

"What the actual fuck Brent !, why the fuck did you have to come into my life!" I yelled from the top of my lungs in frustration.

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All night the only thing I could think about is him. Why did he put his arm around my waist? Why does he always give me that horrid wink? Does he.. like me? "What am I thinking!" I yelled not knowing that I said it aloud which is causing people to stare. "My bad." I looked around and bowed while I felt my face getting heated from embarrassment.

Suddenly the class door opens and Brent walks in. He and I made eye contact and he suddenly glared at me. "Who tf pissed in your cereal last night?" I mumble as he made his way over to his seat.

As I continued to do my work, I looked out the corner of my eye to see Brent ruffling his hair. "Is he okay." I started to worry as I thought to myself. Wait why am I worried bout about him? Brent then slammed his hands against the table, causing me to flinch in fear. He then stormed out the classroom slamming the door behind him shut.

I don't know why but I got up to follow him. I went down the hallway to search for Brent . After hours of searching I spotted Brent in the music room crying his eyes out. "Why is he crying?" I thought as I started to make my way over to him.

I tapped his shoulder and looked at him. When he turned around it looked like he seen a ghost, he quickly got up and started to clench his fist. "Why are you following me?!, Get tf out!" He yelled.

I froze.

"Well if you don't want to get out on your own I'll make you." He said coming towards me. I started to feel my body get lifted off the ground and I turned to face him. "Aye! What are you doing? Let go of me right now!" I screamed in his face.

Next thing I knew he tossed me out the room and then closing the door shut. "That bastard!" I looked at my knee to see blood rushing out. What the-.

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