It was a new day, a new week of school. All the students all talked about how exciting their weekend was. The ones who stayed in detention couldn't see each other until lunch.
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There was a field where the jocks would be, talking. The gangsters have their little area over the fence of the field. A busted, rusty, old car was on the other side of the fence, that's where the gangsters would hang out, leaning against the car.
Evelyn was looking at the athletes playing football, searching for one in particular. "You're looking for him are you?" John spoke behind her.
"So what if I am?" She snapped back. "Lookin' for who?" Her friend asked.
"Nothin nothin' " Evelyn returned her attention to the jocks. After looking for about three minutes she spotted him in his tank top.
Andrew caught her gaze and smiled a bit before the ball hit him in the gut. Evelyn winced, snickering quietly.
Andrew's friends came over to him. "Bro, what was that?" One spoke, an amused look on his face. "Don't know, lost my train of thought I guess" Andrew lied.
"Dude, one hood chick is looking at you" Another said, gesturing to Evelyn. "Okay" Andrew replied, walking away, hoping they wouldn't ask more any questions.
"Man, if I were you I'd screw her" His friend spoke. Andrew blushed furiously as he thought about what he and Evelyn did in the hallway.
"Wait, you know her don't you?" Andrew's friend narrowed his eyes. "N-no" He lied again.
"Oh, you do" One smirked. "And by looking at your face, you did it with her!"
"So what if I did, huh? What are you doing to do about it?" Andrew spoke.
"No way! You actually got one of them to fuck you? I heard them hoods feel so weak and helpless when you bang 'em" Another grinned.
Andrew looked down, realizing that was true, the way Evelyn whimpered his name when he teasingly rubbed his tip against her clit.
"Was it good? Did you get her pregnant? Did it hurt? Was she tight?" They all exploded questions at him. "Yes! No! No! Yes!" Andrew tried his best at answering them.
"Hey, sporto is talking about you to his friends" John whispered quietly in Evelyn's ear. She turned around to see his friends talking to him, casting a glance at her every few seconds.
Evelyn returned facing the car, not wanting to see the look on Andrew's friends faces when he says he was just using her.
"Aw man! I wish I was there! Just believe the look on her face when you said you didn't really have any feelings for her!" His friend laughed.
"You did tell her that, right?" One narrowed his eyes.
"No"
They all stared. "Why not, huh?" Another spat, eyeing Andrew.
"I didn't say that because I have feelings for her. She's my girlfriend" As soon as Andrew spoke those words Evelyn whipped around to see him jump over the fence, running towards her.
"Andrew..." She quickly whispered as she ran to him as well. They embraced each other fiercely. Evelyn hid her head in his shoulder, wrapping her arms around his neck. Andrew brought his arms around her waist.
"God, I love you. I love you so much Andrew.." Evelyn's voice cracked as she sobbed. "I love you, too Evelyn" He spoke.
Andrew used his fingers to lift her chin, so they locked eyes. "I can't believe I'm crying in front of my friends" She whispered. "You're weak if you do"
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It beats wrestling || The Breakfast Club
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