Boxer Girl Hates Mr Popular

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Carter Morris (>^>^>^)

Nobody ever stays. The words I repeat to myself everyday. Knowing someone wants to be friends, since I was Derrick Jones best friend, they obviously thought we were close and I could get them into his group. I'm not even in it.

"CAR! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Like I'm not everyday.

"Coming Mom," I shouted back upstairs. I put my bag on and grabbed my phone and jogged upstairs, locking my door. I ran out and kissed my moms cheek. "Bye,"

"Don't forget about your training," She shouted as I slammed the door. I jumped into my 2015 Camaro ZL1 and sped off to sch- nah, I drove to 7-11. Cant learn without a full tummy.

"Morning Car," Jackie greeted me as I rushed in.

"Morning, the usual please." I mumbled fast and started packing up a box of frosted donuts.

"Already made, now get your ass to school and win the gold." She passed me a bag of my chips, and monster.

"I will, and don't start acting like my coach." I shouted out and got in my car again. I checked my phone which read 9, just on time. Now for a ride to school and my seat in the office.

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"Nice to see you here, Mrs. Morris." Maggie looked at me, and called in for the principle.

"Morning Maggie, hows the husband?" It slipped out and she gave me a glare.

"I said to stop calling me Maggie, and you have no business in my love life."

"What love life?"

"Cater! Office now!" Mr. Hastings shouted and I winked at Maggie and walked in his office.

"Whats the excuse now, Carter?"

"Well, you know how teachers and parents say. Breakfast is the most important meal, and blah blah blah. So, I had to eat the 'Most important meal,' which was rather sticky and cold." I explained, and licked my lips thinking of those donuts.

"This is the almost-" I cut him off.

"100th time. I know, I know. You say the same thing every time. Hey, at least I don't skip school."

"Don't get me started Carter." He snapped.

"It was five times. No big deal."

"Carter, one more slip up and you wont graduate."

"You cant do that. Last time I checked, I was valedictorian till my 60th time being late." I exclaimed.

"I'm serious this time. I believe you aren't this person."

"Sucks. Can I go to first period now?"

"Leave. But seriously Carter. No more."

"Yes sir," I saluted him and walked out.

"Bye Maggie. Have a nice love life," I quickly said and walked out. I looked down the hallway and saw nobody. Well it is now, 9:30. I have 20 more minutes till hell with the popular's. I slowly walked into my first period and got the disappointing looks from all the students. I don't care. I get the same looks every morning.

"Nice to see you, Carter." Mrs. Ellie said, and went back to her work.

It was finally second period. And I prayed no one would say a word to me. I ran into the class and sat in the corner. I had nothing to do in this class, since before hand I did every single project and report due in here. I basically graduated this class already.

"Hey look its the toothpick," Dammit, leave it up to Bitchney to say something to me.

"Hey look its a real plastic barbie," I shot back.

"At least I have boobs,"

"At least mine aren't fake,"

"At least mine aren't real,"

"Way to expose your self Britney," She then noticed what she said and stomped her ass to her desk, along with her other minions behind her.

There ware 3 bad things about this class and one good. Bad, Its full of jocks and barbies. Bad, it is also full of Bitchney and her minions. Bad, The one and only-

"Hey Derrick," I heard Britney coe to Derrick Jones. One of the bad things in this class.

Oh and a good thing is,

!RING!

We leave early. Second period was like a mini homeroom which we rarely have and gave students a chance to relax.

"Hey, Carter, wait up." NO NO NO, it was Derrick. I remembered my third period and started running. And I could hear him right behind me. I slipped into the girls bathroom and heard him groan. Please leave. Just stop, and leave.

Its been 10 minutes since, I ran into the bathroom, and couldn't hear anything outside. I decided it was my turn to get to class. As I walked out I heard shifting and then a throat clear. I turned around and saw Derrick Jones.