The Fuckboy ~S.M.~

I {Science Projects...} - rewritten

{Courtney's POV}

I'm standing at my locker, the hand on my watch pointing at exactly two past eight. A soft breeze filled the empty hallway and I slowly look around me.

I'm the only one standing here...

As usual.

Everyday it's the same story:

I wake up at 6, take a shower (20 minutes), get dressed (10 minutes), revise my lessons and tasks (20 minutes), check if I have everything for school (5 minutes), make breakfast (5 minutes), and wow look at that, by then it's already seven o'clock. There's not one day I don't bike to school since my dad can't afford a car. I'm not necessarily poor or any other synonym that could define barely getting by, I'm just not rich, as my dad always likes to say- Yeah nevermind that... It takes me 40 minutes to ride with my bike from my house to school. School starts at 8:20 AM, which means I have to leave my house at ten past seven if I want to get at school by the time eight has passed (those 40 minutes combined with putting my bike away and stuf).

Every day, my schedule's spotless, because I always arrive at school when it's eight. Then I proceed to go to my locker. And then...

I check the time on my watch again...four minutes past eight...

Only one minute remains before it happens, again.

Just you wait...

I put the last book in my locker and start to count...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

Someone slams my locker door close, but my hand is still on the edge, making it get caught in between the sharp metal edges of the door.

Gritting my teeth and blinking my eyes quickly not to let any tears roll down my cheeks, I put my hand weakly in my jacket and see three tall guys surrounding me:

Cameron Dallas... brown fluffy hair, warm brown eyes, the definition of a real life prince charming and will go any length to get a girl he sets his eyes on.

Nash Grier... same brown hair, mesmerizing bright blue eyes, the head of the football team with an incredible power in his punches – something I noted from personal experience.

And then last but not least, Shawn Mendes... dumb brown hair, plain brown eyes, already did it with all of the girls on this school - except with me obviously because how could I ever be "worthy" of that kind of affection – and basically the embodiment of your average fuckboy. Head of our school's ice-hockey team and adored by everyone, even though he's a jerk half of the time, maybe even all the time, if you don't count his fake smiles and charms he likes to throw to the dumbasses around him that will somehow fall for it. So yeah. Sometimes God's in a good mood and decides to make a person who is just perfect in everything they do, and with everything I do mean literally EVERYTHING.

He got the looks, he gets straight A's, he pranks and messes around all of the time yet never has to face the consequences of his own actions...

Oh yeah, and don't forget the most unfairest part of it all: He got the voice of an angel.

But don't you dare to think that I like him! Because that's not the case at all! I hate him! And it's not denial either! If I had to choose between seeing him and getting stuck in a car, 10000 meters in the depth and darkness of the atlantic ocean, I'd rather get crushed to death by a meteor. You can't get everything in life though, unfortunately.