I can't believe I just spilt my coffee on someone. And even worse a playboy. Sorry make that the hottest playboy EVER. Maybe even the hottest guy I've ever MET (and I've met a LOT of guys, no, that does NOT make me sl*t).
"I've gotta' get to class. See ya' b**ch." My mouth hung open. He just called me a b**ch.
"Fine a**hole," I said. Hey, in my defense he started it and I can b e a b**ch if I want. So there. F**k him.
"Did she just calll him a a**hole? OMG," people were whispering all around us. I stormed off angrily to history class. Then I noticed Anthony was behind me.
" What the f**k do you want?"
"I'm not following you. I'm going to history class, which unfortunately looks to be where you're headed. Just my luck I get to be in the same class as the hot chick with the blue hair who all the guys are already drooling over."
"How is that my-"
"I guess I'm gonna' have some competition."
I was about to ask him what he meant by competition, but by then we'd reached our class and he'd taken his seat. I looked at him with one eyebrow raised in question and he just smirked.
