Another Stupid Cliche

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I like girls. Always have, always will. The way they go all quiet when I walk by, or go in the complete opposite direction and start nudging each other and giggling, trying to attract my attention with the loudest laugh or the flashiest smile.

The way they always carry some sort of makeup bag or brush with them and are constantly trying to impress people- boys and their friends alike. The way they smell- like shampoo and clean sheets and strawberry lipgloss and their preferred perfume.

That's why I can't get enough of them.

I've currently for my arm wrapped around one of them actually.

I think her names Valerie... Or was that the last one? No matter what her name is, the small of her back is against the crook of my elbow, her hair splayed out across the pillow, tickling me lightly. Even from the awkward position I'm in, unable to sit up, I can tell she's naked.

I look over her again, before flattening myself against the bed and snaking my arm out from under her, propping myself up on one elbow to look at her a last time.

I stand up, feet hitting her fluffy carpet ever so quietly, sauntering over to where my jeans were thrown last night. Next to them lies my boxers, and another few feet away my shirt and her panties. I grin to myself, wondering if she was any good. Of course I can't remember, but she probably was, with tits like that.

I realise how bad my headache is once I'm dressed and walking down the centre of her incredibly boring suburban street. Endless rows of identical little shrubs punctuated by water pipes and litter bins bore me.

Just as I'm turning the corner out of there, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I curse inwardly.

It can't be her, I didn't leave a number, but I put the phone to my ear anyway.

"Sam my man, how are ya? Did you score with that chick last night? Dude, she was absolutely bangin'- wait, of course you did, you're Sam frickin' Zimmerman"

The voice of my best friend in this entire loony bin of a world makes me grin wide.

"Lucas" I laugh. "You're right- I think so anyway, I can't remember a thing"

I can almost see him grinning, probably flopped back on his bed throwing a ball aimlessly against his wall.

"Me either man, I've got the worst hangover, but I woke up alone this morning, poor little ole' me"

"Shame man, shame. But I'm at your door right now so you better open it up, I've got a killer hangover and I need a good breakfast"

I hang up and unlock his gate and stride up the path, rapping the door with my knuckles twice before it swings open. Lucas grins, before his nose wrinkles.

"Dude, gross, your breath stinks"

I flash him a grin, blowing a little through pursed lips.

"Make me something to eat then" I groan, popping myself up at his breakfast bar. I grab some Tylenol from the fruit bowl, and chug it back with a glass of water.

"Hey that was mine!" He grumbles, put puts some toast in front of me and pours himself another glass. Man, this boy is too good to me.

After some more chatting and agreeing that we both really need a sober night tonight, I wave him goodbye and head home.

There's no one in, as per usual, but my ever-loving sister has left me a note on the fridge-

'Buy milk'

Cute.

I wander up to my room and throw myself on my bed, face first, sighing heavily, exhausted. I then roll over, eyes drifting around the room, glancing around at the posters of 'busty women' that decorate the walls in here. And I'm not going to lie, I'm not the misunderstood, just trying to fit in teenage boy- I love them.

I reach over for the remote and flick on the tv, browsing through channels until some relatively uninteresting music show comes up, then grab my phone to bring up Facebook.

I've got a few friend requests- from last night no doubt, all girls who probably said hi and now finally feel they can add me. I accept them somewhat graciously, knowing at least one of them will cheer up when they see that- 'Sam Zimmerman accepted your friend request'

I know I sound like a conceited, arrogant, egoistical prat but then again- have you ever met a hot boy who wasn't?

Let's start over. My name is Sam Zimmerman, and in my Freshman year I suddenly got hot.

Like, to die for hot.

My dirty blonde hair had darkened to a caramel-ish brown over the summer, and I'd finally taken a growth spurt- no longer stocky looking, but lean and athletic, with nicely sculpted muscles. My jaw hardened, and cheekbones seemed to appear out of nowhere. With my new spot free skin and braces finally taken off, I looked great and I knew it too.

Look, 4 years of being fawned over by everyone gets to you a little, okay?

On my first day at high school I was being ogled from all directions. It wasn't long until I'd got my first proper girlfriend (unless you count Sophia from the second grade, who I told she looked pretty okay in her new sundress and then she told everyone that I'd said she was beautiful and kissed her) (which I don't)

Her name was Charlotte and she was pretty damn cute, blonde hair she wore in a high ponytail, and even though we were too early into the school year for cheerleading tryouts, it was clearly all she wanted.

Charlotte and I lasted for a grand total of 3 weeks, my second longest relationship of all time, and that's when my reputation of bad boy started

I relish it.

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A/N

Hey guys!

So basically I actually adore wattpad because I am a total sucker for the cliche romance, and I wanted to write something because I love writing but I didn't want to do something too overdone when I know I'll never be able to write something as good as the stuff currently out there! Like to get away with cliche you gotta be super good, and I'm still learning! So this is kinda cliche, but in a hopefully new way- something I've not read before anyhow..

Sorry for rambling, but p l e a s e, a vote or comment would be super lovely!

P.S currently looking for cast list, I know who I want for Sam but the others I'm open to suggestions! Also covers and music and anything you like! Thank you soooo much!

Peace,

Ali