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p a r t ii

so um yeah

this is late but 

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t a m e e

 i put on a more revealing top, not length wise but it's kind of see through.

remember tamee this is all for revenge.

slipping my pair of converses on, i say good-bye to absolutely no-one, because no one is home. like ever.

"hey, heels are in the back seat" leyna says

"you want me to wear heels?" i raise my eyes brows.

"yeah, if youre going to do this, might as well go all the way right?"

"i mean i guess" i quietly say crawling to the back of the car.

"hurry the fuck up, we're almost at school" 

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"are all you asshole done staring" i hear harry grumble from the back of the classroom.

"dont be so negative, dear harry" i flash a smile his way.

"at least i dont need to be a slut to get attention" i hum in annoyance, then turn back to the whiteboard. i got to admit that hurt.

but he cant break me when i havent even started, i need to break him before it's too late.

he's probably wrapped around layla's finger at the moment.

the class bell rung, i stood infront of his desk. "and i dont need to be an asshole to capture a girls attention"

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yeah

idk