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Walking through the halls, carrying my books, I went straight to my locker. I could feel all eyes on me. People were snickering and whispering about something as I walked past them.
Was there a juicy gossip I'm not informed about?
Where the hell are my friends?!
Ignoring them, I confidently walked past them. Finally, I reached my locker. As I unlocked my locker with my small gold key, I saw him.
Brian Jones; he was looking gorgeous as ever.
He wasn't tall nor short, he had just the right amount of muscles, he had those green eyes, and that soft dark brown hair. I would totally die just to be with him. He was the definition of perfection.
Unconsciously, I started fixing my hair; I smoothed out my shirt. But, then I heard some people whispering:
"There she goes again!"
"He wouldn't like her."
"Who is she, anyway?"
Wait... do they know I like Brian?!
And then, somebody bumped into me. The impact was so strong; my books fell down.
I quickly picked them up and put them in my locker, slamming it. I looked up to see who it was.
Oh, of course. The group of fuckjerks. You know that? A mixture of fuckboys and jerks.
The boys were laughing, but one of them was just smirking: Sean Dawson. He was like the jerkiest fuckboy. Ever.
"What do you want?!" I madly asked, pulling my ever-so-messy hair, "Haven't you got anything better to do with your lives?!"
The boys just laughed louder as Sean tried holding back his laugh. He raised his eyebrows in amusement and turned to look at the guys who seemed like they were going to die of laughter.
And with that they turned on their backs without even saying a thing. Well, aside from the laughter... if that even counts as saying a thing.
What do the hell do they want?! Who are they to disturb me from admiring an amazing person?!
And again... Where the hell are my friends?!
And just as I was about to walk away from my locker, someone called me, "Scarlett!" I turned around to see Brielle running towards me with Natalie on her side.
"Tell us! Is it true?!" Natalie, my blonde friend, asked raising an eyebrow.
"What the hell are ya'll talking about?!" I demanded, messing up my already messy hair again.
"The whole school know who he is!" Brielle urgently whispered.
"What do you mean by he, Brie?!" I whisper-shouted.
"That guy you keep talking about," Natalie said.
"Wha- huh?! You don't even know who he is! I never told you who that guy was!"
"We know now," Brie shrugged, "and the whole school knows."
"If you really do know, tell me his name." I challenged.
They sighed and looked at me worriedly, "Sean Dawson."
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