"I can't believe you took his wallet!" Bee roared in laughter as we pulled up to the school.I did I took his wallet.
With it warning I kicked him in the shin and snatched his wallet while he screamed in agony then jumped in the car. Of course I took the money out and threw the rest out the window before we drove off.
Even though every things was fun in games now I new that once I entered the school all of that would change. My demeanor would shift. So, I took my time when it came to getting out the car. Eyes surrounded us. I should smile I should act up unbothered and give out preppy waves, but I don't.
Being here just made me upset.He made me upset.
Finn Ranger.
He looked at me with the same animosity I
showed him.
I'm not doing itI'm not giving a back story as to why I hate Finn
He doesn't even deserve it. He didn't even deserve me. He leans against his fancy sport car his friends talking to him not even noticing they didn't have his attention. Finn isn't hideous, he had this Golden Boy charm that brought people to him he wore a mask around a adults made him seem as if he was a Good kid.He isn't.
With his light blonde hair neatly cut putting his blue eyes on display along with his dimples. He could woo hearts.
Just not mine.
I wanted nothing more then to slap him. To stomp over there and give him the business and if it wasn't for Bee's hand grabbing my wrist I just might of.
The look she gave me was stern yet sincere. I closed my car door and Bee and Nani stood on each side of me as we headed to the school entrance.
" Hey Pines!" Finns deep voice called. It didn't have this welcoming tone it was a serious tone of voice.
He jogged over to us, we continued to walk ignoring him.
" Pines!" He said again his voice booming through the parking lot.
Finn's from hand grabbed my wrist snatching me away from Bee and Nani. His eyes where heated with anger his hands dug into skin and I knew it would leave a imprint.
" Don't touch her, Jackass!" Bee said.
" I need to talk to her." He replied, he was containing his anger trying to be composed. Yet, his composure wasn't working his grip tighten around my wrist.
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