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Maxwell and I were on our way to school. We notice a crowd surrounding a boy. When my eye laid on him, I gasped. He was deadly jawdropping gorgeous. I couldn't hear what Maxwell was saying. My eyes were on this handsome devil.
"Sarahbelle. Didn't you hear me?"
I looked at Maxwell. He looked angry. I blushed furiously.
"Sorry. I was thinking."
"About what?"
Crap! I didn't think he would ask me that. I thought he would let it go. Think Sarahbelle. Think.
"When are we going to have sex?"
It came out as a question. Then, I smacked my forehead and realize what I said. Maxwell was smirking at me.
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. Really."
"Hmm. How about tonight?"
"Sure."
I answered without thinking. Shit! I'm thinking about my head. I can just say I was checking out the new kid.
"Let go to class. We can't be late."
"Okay."
As we entered, I bumped into a divine chest.
"Oh, I'm sorry......."
But, he shoves me to the side.
"Watch where going bitch."
I got up from the ground and dust myself off. Maxwell rushed over to me.
"Babe. Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm okay. What a stupid jerk."
"Yeah. He sure is. Pathetic loser."
As I entered class, a lot was on my mind. Like that jerk of a new kid. He's probably a dumbass just like the rest, but I couldn't be sure. I'm not supposed to even judge the kid, he probably had a bad day. I sighed. Who will ever know what's up with the kid? After class, I met up with Catalina.
"Hey Cat." She turns around from what she was doing and smiled.
"Hey, chica. Que Pasa? You look worn out." I glared at her.
"No, I don't. It's just the new kid."
"Oh, you mean the jackass of the year?"
"yeah but, not in the term you're describing him." She scoffed.
"You won't believe what he said to me." I sighed. Seeing that Cat was furious meant I should listen and comfort her.
"What happens?"
"The jerk called me an immigrant. A FUCKING IMMIGRANT!! I mean who the fuck does that raggedy runt trashing rugrat calling an immigrant. I'll have the stupid feo cochino know that I WAS FUCKING BORN HERE!!!!" She was breathing hard after her rant.
"Give him a piece of your mind." She stood up and nodded.
"I fucking will." she grabs her bag and walks. I was going to head to the library until I heard two people getting to an argument.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Another voice responded. A familiar voice.
"Nothing."
"Why the fuck would you call the most popular girl in school an immigrant? She will have your fucking head soon you dolt."
"So, let her. What harm can the Spanish princess do?"
"A whole lot. I would advise you to watch your back."
"I don't need to. I'm not here for her. I'm here for someone else." Huh? He's here for someone else. But, who could it be?
"A special lady caught my eye but, she's taking. But, oh well. No one says no to me."
"I think she will."
"I highly doubt it. She doesn't know what I have in stored for her."
'Do you mind me asking who she is?"
"No, I don't."
"So what's her name then?" My heart froze after hearing whose name came out of his mouth.
"Sarahbelle" Mines. I backed away quickly and ran and soon enough, I met with trouble.
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Pains of Smarts, Joy of Riches
Teen FictionSeveral years ago, Sarahbelle Cole's family was very poor. She would always get bullied. She was a fat, nerdy, unattractive girl. She had a crush on Maxwell Smith, a popular quarterback who finds Sarahbelle "an unattractive thing." That's right, Max...
