The blonde walked off with her little group of sluts. I wasn't going to take shit from her.
Brea looked at me in awe. "Do you even know what you just did? That was Victoria Duhaime."
"Brea, I really don't care who that was, I'm not taking shit from her", I said truthfully.
•end of school•
I was walking towards my jeep when I was slammed on to the hood of it. I knew exactly who it was.
"You will be mine wether you like it or not." said that voice that I just LOVED to hear.
"Your wrong Matthew. You think you can win me over since your a bad boy and you get all the whores. But, it's not working on me."
I pushed him off of me and got in the drivers seat. The passenger door opened and Matthew sat in my car.
"What the hell are you doing? Get out of my fucking car", I yelled at him.
"Take me home", he demanded me.
"You have your own car, Matthew. Just drive yourself home."
He didn't get out and I had to get home to continue unpacking the boxes in my room. So, I drove to my house not even caring where he lived. He can walk home.
"How do you know where I live?" He asked when we got there.
"Oh my god, your my neighbor."
