5 more minutes, Aspen,
4 minutes,
3 minutes,
2 minutes,
1 minute.
As the bell rang for the last time of that day, I sprung out of my seat and dashed towards the door. 40 minutes of History with Mr.Harrison was not good for me, or for anyone.
As I went through the school doors, a hand circled my wrist and yanked me to the side, where I came face to face with Sam. "What the fuck do you want? Couldn't handle defeat?" I smirked, remembering the victory our team had gained that morning.
"Actually, I came to congratulate you. You can be very competitive I've noticed." He said while finally releasing my wrist from his iron grip.
"Yeah, I just don't like it when guys like you think that they own the place just because they have a ball sack and chest hair, in your case, a few chest hairs, period." I retorted while adjusting the strap of my bag. He chuckled at my statement while adding, "Damn, I try to be friendly."
"Should've tried being friendly at basketball," I said as I turned around and started walking to my car with Sam trailing behind me.
"You don't seem like the type of girl that would hold a grudge." He said from behind me. "I didn't seem like the type of girl that would beat you at basketball but I proved that to be wrong." I smiled wickedly.
"I never caught your name." With his words, I stopped walking and faced him. I wasn't going to be completely rude. "I'm Aspen Samuels." With that he burst out laughing. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"What's so funny?" I asked. "Ass-pin Samuels." he chocked out in between laughs. I rolled my eyes at his immaturity and got in my car, leaving Sam in the parking lot, laughing like a 12 year old kid.
I started my engine and drove off, not before seeing him give one of his signature smirks and walk away with his hand in his pockets.
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A/N - Heeeeyyyooooo
I guess you must of figured out that this is a short ass chapter. I'm gonna finish my exams soon so I'll be able to update more regularly.
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• Before We Met •
Teen Fiction"Hey, it's gonna be okay. I won't let that son of a bitch hurt you" "Can you cut the crap and hand me my helmet?" ×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× Average. That's all Aspen Samuels could ever think of whenever someone asks her to desribe her lif...
