A shitty year

Chapter 2

I look behind me to see if he was winking at somebody else but I didn't see any one, when I look back over I see him smiling he then motions me over and I steadily walk over to him.

"Hey" He starts. I look at him confused. Did he call me over to say hey? I'm not one to keep my mouth shut.

"You called me over to say hey?" I asked he chuckled a bit and that chuckle turned into laughter.

"Why are you laughing? Am I a joke to you?" I knew he wasn't really laughing at me just my attitude. But I kept the act up.

"You're something, you know that?"He was still recovering from laughter.

I took this time to take in his appearance, he was tall, which isn't saying much Since I'm only 4'11, he had a high top fade, basketball shorts and a fitted tee. He looked athletic, which is more than I can say for myself, and he had okay features, brown eyes, he looked a year or two older than me and I can see his vain popping out of his muscles.

"Well since I'm a person I would guess I'm not a thing." I said blandly 

He said "nope, your more than that."he had a lopsided smile that would make any girls heart stop, except me I'm not falling for it.

"Well why did you call me over here, to waste my time?" I said sassily 

He chuckled "what's your name?" He asked

"Camryn, you?" I asked 

He paused, look me over as if he were trying to find something. "Jordan." He simply said. I voiced my thoughts.

"You don't look like a Jordan, you look more like a... i don't know. Jordan doesn't suit you." I said coldly.

I stared at me in disbelief "wow your a bitch" he said. That got my blood boiling I hate when people call me a bitch. It makes me want to rip their head off so...

I took a step closer and sent him my deadliest glare I could muster."don't call me a bitch you asshole and stay away from me." I growled

I felt a strong grip around my arm that held me in place I tried to pull away but the grip was too strong. I looked back to see him smirking."woah baby slow down." He pulled me back. I was still struggling to get free of his grip.

"First off I'm not your baby and second let go of me before kick you in the balls and scream rape" I threatened. "My friends are right over there." I pointed to them while they were standing over there watching me.

"Okay fine, I'm sorry." He said blandly without an ounce of sincerity in his voice.

"No your not, asshole" I whispered that last part and walked away. This time he let me go.

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I walked home after a long day of boring school, dragging some heavy books that our teacher decided to give us knowing we weren't going to read any of it. I looked up from the ground and guess who I saw...

A/N: sorry it's so short but I'm trying to rem