I turn to the lap tops. One in front of me, one to my right, and one to my left. The one to my left has a pic of JJ on it. The on to my right has his birth certificate. The one in front of me in front of me has 2 files. Case files. I open the file labeled Dustin Jonhson. Murdered. The first word is see murdered.
I turn around and see none other than Justin. He is coming my way I shut all 3 of the lap tops and stack them. I put them one by one in the bag Matt left. I lay down using my jacket as a pillow.
"Hey" JJ spoke in a almost hushed voice. Damn that voice.
"Hi" my voice cracked. Ugh why dose JJ make me like this.
"You good?" JJ spoke with that sexy ass voice of his.
"Ya. All good" I spoke be careful not to let my voice crack.
"May I join you Ms.Emily Treeman" omg awwe um awe. Ugh can he be any sweeter. All tho you my think I am a total badass sweet guys drive me crazy.
"Don't u have class to get to Mr. Justin Jonhson." I say mimicking him.
"First off the names JJ not Justin. Secondly you have class too." He said before sitting down next to me.
"Firstly I don't give a flying rats ass I'm call you Justin. Secondly I am Emily Treeman I do as I please." Damn that was a god comeback.
"Why do u call me Justin my names JJ?"
"Ok. have you not payed attention to anything? I am Emily Treeman I do as I please. Besides your birth name is Justin not JJ. So, if u got a problem being called Justin go suck a big black dick." Hell yeah. I am on a fuckin roll with these comebacks.
"Damn." He runs his hands through his hair. Holy fuckin shit. He is so hot. "Ok" He said breaking my train of thought.
"Yeah"
"Well Ms.Emily, what are you doing out here."
"That's for me to know and u to forget."
"Why the fuck are you so rude to me?"
"Why do you have to be so sweet to me?"
"That's just the way I am."He said running his hand through his hair again.
"Then there is your answer Mr.Justin."
"Your gonna drive me crazy calling me Justin."
"Then don't talk to me."
"But ur so cute"aww
"Well then. In that case." I stand up and start to walk away.
"Emily" He calls out from be hid me.
"What?"
"Your shoes." I turn around to see him standing up with my shoes in one hand and my jacket in the other.
"Thank you." I tell him grabbing my things and sitting down to put my shoes on.
"Anytime Ms.Emily Treeman" With that he turned away and walked off.
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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...
