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| Mark's POV |
Damn, look at the ass on her.
"Mark!" I heard from across the hall, pulling me from my thoughts about the cute blonde who just strutted past me.
"What up?" I looked up to find Connor.
"What happened between you and Lucy at breakfast?" He asked while leaning against the locker next to mine.
"What do you mean?" I rolled my eyes.
"C'mon, don't play stupid. Why are you such a jerk all the time?" He asked bluntly.
Sorry I'm not perfect like you are Connor.
"How long have we been friends Connor?" I asked suddenly.
"Like four years. Why?"
"Exactly. Four years. That's four years of everyone here knowing that I am a jerk. Don't you think people should expect it by now? Trust me, it's no big shock." I stated casually while pulling my history textbook from my locker, though I won't need it.
"Still... she likes you dude. It's so damn obvious. You could at least be a little less of a jerk towards her." Connor crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, well I don't like her. At least not in that way." I replied.
"Why not? She's gorgeous and outgoing. She's like the girl version of you, except not an asshole." He smirked.
"Well why would I want to date a girl who's the exact same version as me? Maybe I want some diversity." I shrugged my shoulders as I closed my locker and leaned against it.
"Whatever. All I'm saying is you should apologize to her. Maybe ask her to hang out with you or something. Just to show her you don't despise her."
"Maybe I will. I don't know. I've kind of got my eyes on someone else." I smiled.
"Yeah who?" He asked, looking curious.
Then, as if she knew I was talking about her, she appeared.
"Hey guys, class is about to start... don't be late!" Naveah smiled while giving Connor a kiss on the cheek.
Why does she always do that in front of me?
My jaw tensed as I watched them.
"We're going babe. Mark here was just telling me about a gal he's got his eyes on." Connor smirked looking at me.
Naveah's eyes widened as she looked at me also. "Yeah, who's that Mark?"
You.
"Nobody that either of you know. So just drop it."
They both gave me a weary look; only Naveah's had more of a glare to hers which kind of made me happy on the inside.
Then the idea hit me. If I move on and make Naveah jealous, maybe she will come to her fucking senses and ditch pretty boy for me.
Crap... pretty boy is my friend. Well, I guess these asshole tendencies of mine will continue.
"Right, well... I hope you know what you're missing out on. Lucy would be great for you." Naveah stated softly.
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Teen FictionThis isn't your everyday love story. It's much, much more complicated than that. I mangled my fingers into his soft black hair, not in any way satisfied with what has become of my life. He is Mark. He is my boyfriend Connors, best friend. He is dang...
