The Devil Of District 7

Chapter {2}

SAM

School is the most dumb thing ever invented on this planet. I mean, I honestly have nothing against learning a few things and preparing yourself to get a job but, creating a place to gather all the learners ? Dumbest. Idea. Ever.

The corridor is full of little pricks full of themselves, running all over like kids in kindergarten and throwing footballs around. The noise is annoying, the lockers closing, the voices, everything. I swear, my head is starting to pound.

I reject a girl - who is showing way too much of her cleavage to me - as politely as can but making sure she won't come back, and lean against my own locker.

I see my little brother, Tim, approaching me. "So, what's got your panties in a twist, bro ? I wouldn't pass the opportunity with Blondie if I were you."

I cringe and look at him, he is busy checking out said Blondie who has just left, swaying her hips with extra effort. Tim is a sophomore, a horny one at that. And let me tell you, the boy has no problem making me uncomfortable by talking about himself having sex.

"Stop that, Tim, you should wipe the drool off your chin, maybe then you'll more chances to whip it out of your pants."

What? Being uncomfortable with the conversation doesn't mean I can't give tips to the guy, he seriously needs some.

He laughes just as the bell rings. He waves and walks away and I hope its is to get to class and not to try and flirt with girls.

As for me, I stay still and wait for Dylan to finish his business with Teddy. The bastard that I consider my best friend is too busy making out with his girlfriend. They haven't even heard the freaking bell, and the damn thing is loud believe me.

I decide to leave them at it and walk towards my french class.

When I sit down at my tablet in the back, I look out the window and wait once again, this time, for the teacher come in.

I haven't even realized that a girl is talking to me, trying to get my attention until Madame Bilwer tells her to shut it - not with that language of course - and I pick up the irritation in her voice.

I give a side glance to the girl, she looks just like the others, hair ruined by a - horribly done may I add - blond dye, wearing a crop top, a really short skirt and wears way more much make up than necessary.

What is the point of wearing such tiny clothes anyway? It isn't even summer anymore! Maybe they can't see the leaves flying outside as they catch the wind.

I think I banged her once because I vaguely remember seeing a mole similar to hers that her cleavage left on show on her chest. But I don't know. I'm sure that if the guys find it hot, all those girls can copy it from another one.t. And in that way they are all the same.

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The end of the school day is the thing I almost greet with a smile on my face.

I think I am the first one to pass the metal gate outside. Might as well be looking like I am running away from the place. I don't give a shit.

My truck is parked way too far for my taste. What was I thinking this morning ?

I walk towards it and as I am about to enter the driver's side , I notice a motorcycle in the middle of the lot. The girl on it could've been anyone but the universe wants to make me happy today.

Because this girl standing on her bike isn't t just anyone. The yellow stain on her shoes gives her identity away.

A smirk appeares on my face for the first time of the day. I let my truck have its rest for a few more minutes and head towards her.