Another year in the hell hole. Fantastic.
"Bye honey have fun at school! Be good!" your mom yelled our behind you as you went into your dad's car.
"Okayy." You yelled back half asleep. You get in the car and sit in the passenger seat. You put your backpack in between your legs and put on your seat belt.
"Excited?" Your dad asked.
"Kinda." You answer.
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Your dad drops you off and the school is almost empty, your about 30 minutes early, it's 7:00 right now. You had to be since you're the president of your junior class. It was your job to make decisions for your class, help and welcome the students, and find new and creative fundraisers. You were very good at what you do.
You walk into the gymnasium and you find other presidents of different classes and the principal. You greet all of them and the principal and talk with your president friends until the new kids show up.
They start to show up at around 7:20 and you all begin the presentation at 7:30.
You all start talking to the new kids explaining to them how the school works, who the teachers are and so on.
Then at the very end you all show them a cute video of the school.
During the video a guy walks into the gymnasium, he's 40 minutes late.
He walks in front of the projector blocking the video and gives everyone the finger.
"Hey can you take him outside and talk to him?' The principal asks you.
"Yea sure."
You start to walkout side and look back at him and wave your hand in the "come here" motion. He smirks, looks you up and down, bites his lip and laughs with some of this friends. He says something to them, looks back up at you with a smirk while his friends "ooo" and then follows you outside. You're blushing but trying to remember kids like this aren't loyal period.
"Hey so you can't really just walk in like that and flip everyone off, it's not allowed and very rude. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't do that again. He had a dead stare on his face.
After a while he blew smoke in your face you start coughing. Just by the smell of it you know what it is, weed.
"You're not allowed to be smoking that!" you say.
"Who fucking cares?" he says.
"My name's Grayson by the way." he smirks, you're angry.
"Hit me up." he says with a sexy voice. Then he notices another girl walking by.
"OOO Do you see that?" And he runs after her.
Ugh, you thought, The male species are the worst.
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"Yea I know Grayson. Everyone calls him gray." Your friend Jessica says.
"Yea, I heard he never texts girls like for real, he always just meets up with them knock them up and leave." Your other friend Amy adds in.
"Yea he seemed like a douche." You respond. You think for a little.
"He's really hot though." You tell them.
"I know right!" They both yell.
"He has the best sculpted face and he's like ripped and he's 6 feet tall like oh my God!" Jessica screams. You and Amy look at her and you all laugh together. She's boy crazy.
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Late that night you were going through your nightly routine. You changed into your PJ's, you washed your face and put acne cream and moisturizer to keep your face clear and then opened your phone and searched through social media and YouTube. You stay on social media for a good hour and a half before you sleep.
After you were done you go to reset your alarm when your phone buzzes a couple times.
It's 1:30 AM what the hell? You think to yourself.
Your phone read:
Instagram -
grayson.dolan has followed you.
grayson.dolan has sent you a message.
Snapchat -
grayson.dolan has added you.
grayson typing....
grayson
Oh God.
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Word Count - 635
To be continued..
