Revenge on the Playboy

⚓New City, New Idiots ⚓

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"The biggest slap

to give an enemy

is your success"

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Riley's POV:

I growled in annoyance as I stared at my locker, the evil piece of school equipment refused to open for me, even after some inefficient colorful words.

I tried to open it again, slowly I told myself as I pulled the lock up and absolutely fudging nothing happened!

I banged the stupid locker out of frustration, class would start in ten minutes and I still didn't know where the hell class 52B was!

"what did that locker ever do to you?"

I whipped around and nearly melted.

standing in front of me was one gorgeous piece of man, with a mob of curly blonde hair, and icy blue eyes he was one of the hottest guys I've seen.

"what?" I asked dumbly, as I stared like an idiot.

he quirked an amused smile and gestured to my locker.

"why are you banging the locker?" he repeated.

the mention of my locker brought a scowl to my face.

"I can't open the stupid piece of junk" I mumbled.

he chuckled.

"want me to help?"

I gave him a blank look.

he laughed.

"what's your combination?" he said.

I crossed my arms across my chest and gave him a skeptical look.

"how can I trust you?" I asked suspiciously.

"I don't know, how can you trust me?" he grinned.

I huffed, the idiot wasn't making this any easier.

"don't worry I barely remember my own locker combination, I doubt I remember yours" he said and gave me a lazy smile.

I told him my combination and tada! the stupid locker flew open!

"close your mouth babe before you catch flies" he advised.

I avoid eye contact with him as I placed my things in the locker, my skin flustering stupidity at the 'babe' part.

I slammed my locker shut and turned to face him.

"thank you" I said.

he nodded.

"what's your name?"

"Riley" I said, and I found myself holding my breath as his eyes roamed my face, taking in my short 5'5 height, mass of unkept brown hair that was currently and always in a bun, and my hazel eyes.