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I walked past most of the seats before choosing one. My friends, all four of them, rode their bikes to school. I, however, rode the bus. I could ride my bike, but the weather was getting cold. Plus I don't mind having an extra 10 minutes to listen to music. Three Harry Styles' songs later, we arrived. I grabbed my backpack and made my way into the school, not before being stopped by Julia Matthews. "Oh my gosh, Elizabeth! I didn't see you all weekend. Where were you?" she groaned and followed me. "Sorry, I was busy." I shortly responded. She was super clingy. I acknowledged her a few times when no one else would, and suddenly I'm her best friend and savior. It was weird. She sighed. "Well, I texted you." I take a deep breath and say, "I saw it and got distracted. I gotta get to class. Bye!" I then ran off not bothering to wait for her answer. Before getting to class, I decided to stop by my locker and ditch the books I didn't need. After doing so, I closed and locked my locker, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and headed to class. But before I could walk into the classroom, I felt a hand slap my ass. I quickly turned around with an annoyed look on my face only to see a guy I recognized from the football team. I furrowed my brows and said, "What the fuck?" He smirked and said, "I didn't think you'd mind sense you let everyone else do it." With a glare, I answered, "You're a dick." Then finally got into class. Last year I earned a reputation for myself as a slut. Which was honestly fun at the time, but it's not worth everyone thinking they can take advantage of me.

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