I grabbed my leather jacket slipping it on. I grab my keys and helmet and walk outside.
I swing my right leg over the bike and sit down. I put my key in the ignition crank the bike up and drive to school.
When I got to school I turn my matte black bike off. Grab my bag, keys, and helmet and head throw the front doors off the school.
I walk down the hall. I turn down the hall to my right and walk up to my locker. I unlock it putting my things in side.
I turn around to walk off when someone grabs my arm.
"Kk let go" I say turning to the tall, dark haired girl behind me.Next to her is another tall girl with long light 34brown hair. Kk and Tiff.
My two best friends.
Kk let's go of my arm and began to speak. "Em we got to go."
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Turning The Good Boy Bad
Teen FictionEvery one knows the classic story of the nerdy girl falling for the school player. What if it was different what if I'm the badass and he is my good boy. Emily Treeman wasn't what u would call a good kid. She wasn't a slut who sleep around and s...
