"I hate you", were the only words I could utter as I stared at my school building with venom.
Just because I am a staright A student doesn't automatically make me love school. I hate it just like any other teenager. Lets just say if monday had a face, it would be unrecognizable because of my punches.
I reluctantly made my way to my locker with a constant frown on my face. My dark wavy hair flowed behind me and I felt a little better in my tight jeans and leather jacket. What can I say, my confidence comes with how I look.
"Looking as sexy as ever, I see", said Ryan from behind me as I was taking my books out of my locker. I just rolled my eyes at him but couldn't help the smile that creeped up my face. I could recognize his deep voice anywhere. He and I shared an interesting history, to say the least. We had been friends since elementary, dated at the start of sophomore year and been on and off since then. He was there for me through everything, can't say I don't like the idiot.
"Forgetting I'm not into you, yet again, I see", I smirked and turned to face him. Damn. He never failed to look anything less that an eye-candy.
"Oh ph-lease. Don't tell me you don't want some of this", he said arrogantly and lifted his shirt while pointing at his abs.
"Girls!!!! Look what little Ryan here wants to flaunt", I shouted and, as expected, many heads turned at the mention of his name. Soon enough there was a crowd of girls gathered around Ryan. I laughed at his flabbergasted expression and the speed with which he pulled his shirt down.
He's definitely one of those idiots who remain oblivious to their fame. Its hilarious so see a 6'3, muscular guy fidget and be nervous around a group of fangirls.
He was fumbling and blushing so hard I couldn't get my laughter under control. His "fans" were giggling, complimenting him and gushing over how cute he was. He just looked around nervously and rubbed the back of his neck while giving me the 'help me' look.
I gave him a smirk and made the "get some" sign with my hands. He sent me a glare and I left him to bath in the attention he was getting. I couldn't shake the image of a blushing guy out of my head, and it wasn't of Ryan. Speaking of the devil.....
The first thing I saw on entering my class was a mop of slick brown hair on the first row. He was studying some lesson we had to read today. The next thing I noticed was the relatively empty class and the vacant seat beside him.
I plopped my ass down on the seat next to him and smirked when he didn't even notice. I leaned in and softly blew in his ear. He was obviously startled and shot his head towards me so fast that I didn't get the chance to lean back and our lips ended up brushing in the softest of whisper.
I froze and stared in his eyes. This felt familiar. I reluctantly leaned back but his intense gaze stayed on me, like he was trying to decipher sudoku. His eyes. I had seen them somewhere.
"Did you go to a club on friday?", I blurted out without a second thought. He looked utterly confused. I knew it. I must be imagining things. But that guy at the club...
"Diana, a-are you alright?", he whispered and a chill went down my spine. That voice. Dammit, what's wrong with me?
"Yeah Harold. Um..sorry about that I-I thought I saw you in a club. Silly, right?", I chuckled awkwardly.
"You...um you remember my name?", he said with a giddy smile on his face. He's...cute. And just like that the awkwardness evaporated.
"Why wouldn't I? And how could I forget those...charming dance steps, huh?", I asked with a smirk and got a blushing Harold in return. Before I could tease him any further the teacher walked in and the class began. I hadn't even realized that the class was filled with students.
"Good morning class. Before we begin I'd like to introduce you to the new exchange student.", Mrs. Lee then gestured for someone to enter the class and in came the hottest guy I'd ever laid my eyes on (after Nick Bateman of course). He was lean and defintely muscular. Coincidentally, we both were wearing a similar jacket. There were gasps around the room, quite obviously from girls and I could almost feel the way they must be eye-raping him right now.
Horny teenagers, I thought.
Oh look who's taking, I rolled my eyes at my conscious
"Would you like to introduce yourself, Mr. Ryder?". Even though it was such a cliché name, it suited his bad boy persona perfectly. He looked around the class and his eyes landed on me, or rather my jacket and I saw a slow smirk appear on his face.
"Not really, sir, but since you insist. I'm Ian Ryder. I've just moved here from Brazil. I'm single and would be honoured if someone would like to show me around", he said that while looking directly into my eyes and I sent him a smirk in return. Hmm...brazilian eye-candy.
This is gonna be fun.
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OH MY FUCKING... SHIT SHIT SHIT I JUST SEARCHED FRANCISCO AND SHIT DAMMIT I THOUGHT THEY WERE RUMOURS THAT HE WAS MARRIED AND I JUST SAW A VIDEO OF HIM WITH HIS SON AND SHIT MY FIRST THOUGHT WAS.....
.........he's a blond......fracisco is a brunet........he must've got it from his mother...........
AND NOW I'M CRYING AND FUCK WHY LIFE MUST BE SO CRUEL AND LIKE *breaks down in front of mother who seems very much concerned about her daughter's sanity*
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Fanfiction"You don't give up, do you?", I gritted out as I tried to free my wrists from his iron grip. "Why would I, when the price is this........enticing?", he whispered against my neck, causing a shiver to go down my spine. Unfortunately, he noticed. ...
