❥Resisting The Bad Boy❥

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"Oh my god."
Those three words came out of my mouth when I realized who was standing in front me, in the girls bathroom, smirking like the cheshire cat, Reagan Chase.
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"Did he say anything? Do anything? Did you guys make out?" Bella Hayes, my best friend, demanded, eyeing me with amusement. I glare at her, "How could you even think that?!" She shrugged, "He has hooked up with at least every girl in this school, it'd be time he started making his move on you Lex." I shake my head, scrunching up my face in disgust, "No way in hell, am I hooking up with him." Bella laughs, snorting as we make our way to the cafeteria. "Who knows? Maybe he will even save you a seat." She says winking. I elbow her, to my delight, she yelps, making two other people stare at her. Bella smooths her skirt as I sit down at our usual table, right behind the "Populars' Table". My best friend sits in front me, throwing a pickle from her sandwich at me. I duck, just in time, before the pickle flies behind me. A high-pitched shriek erupts from behind me as I cover up my ears, Bella flinches from the sound. "WHO THREW THIS SLIMY PICKLE INTO MY HAIR?!" Hailee Langster, our school's top diva, stood on her chair, holding Bella's pickle up with her manicured nails. Nobody answers. We are smart enough to keep our mouths shut, Hailee is not the kind of person you want to get in an argument with. I lower my head as she scans the crowd, her eyes filled with fury. "I'll have you all know that my hair appointments are more expensive than your school tuitions." She sneered looking down upon us as if she was the queen of the world. Eventually she sat down, complaining that she didn't want to ruin her Gucci heels. I sigh with relief as the crowd returns to normal, filling the cafeteria once again with loud chatter. Bella looks into my eyes and mouths sorry. "This isn't your fault, I should never have elbowed you. I'm sorry." She dismisses me with a wave of her hand. "You shouldn't apologize for that stuck up b*tch's behavior. She was way overreacting." I giggle as I eat the rest of my lunch.
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I trudge my way down the crowded hallways, relieved that this horrible day was over. Suddenly, someone grips me roughly by the wrist and whirls me around. "I know it was you, little Lexi Fields that threw the pickle into Hailee's hair. How very, very bad of you..." His breath smelt like fresh mint and lime. I know only one person who smelt like that, Reagan.