Lockers Are For Books

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The girl in the picture is Chloe Kingsley. You'll understand the chapter name when you read it. I'm really happy to write the and remember: feel free to send me a messege.
💙~Jane

Chloe's POV
Dammit Owen. I swear... I thought, as I kicked on my locker. "Fuck! Owen! Get your cowardly ass back over here!" I kept kicking and hitting the locker. This went on for an hour and 30 minutes (have a watch), before I put a dent in the slits on the locker. I heard footsteps and someone walked over to my locker and look through the slot.
"Help!" I yelled. It was Alise Jackson. She held out her hand and I handed her a piece of paper with my combination on it. She unlocked it and I jumped out running to Owen 3rd period class. I busted into the class and grabbed Owen by the wrist then pulled him out of class.
"What the fuck, Owen?" I yelled.
"Lesbo. You know you deserved it." That pushed me to my breaking point. I grabbed Owen by his ugly ass hipster hair and slapped him as hard as I could. He winced. "Lockers are for books asshole." I let him go and he ran back into class. I walked to my class with my head held high.

A/N
Yea. Not the best chapter but I hope you enjoy the rest of the book.

💙~Jane

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⏰ Last updated: Apr 02, 2018 ⏰

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