As I entered the classroom, all I felt was a bunch of eyes staring at me. I didn't dare to look back. I stared at the ground walking to an empty seat, in the back hoping there was a seat in the back. As I see an empty chair I quickly sit down on it, hoping no one sits next to me.
"Okay, you little horny teenagers, I'm you're teacher for this year, my name is Mr. Lester" Mr. Lester smiles looking at all of us.
"So you be nice, and I'll be nice to you, got it?" He said blankly looking at all of us. As soon as the bell rang, he randomly shouts name out to see if all of us are here.
"Michael Clifford"
"Here."
I look to see a boy with a crazy colored hair.
"Bella Windford"
"Her-"
Then.. him. He ran into the room. The blonde hair, blue eyes, and long legged boy. "Sorry, I'm late. I guess you can say I'm fashionably late" The boy said smirking.
What a douche.
"Hemmings, sit down." Mr. Lester giving him a death glare. As the douche bag boy walked to his seat, all I was hoping he wouldn't sit next to me. But I watch him as he kept on coming closer to me.
"Staring isn't nice, you know" Smirking at me, sitting next to me. I look away, blushing. Mr. Lester cleared his throat, glaring at the both us. Shit.
"Bella Windford"
"Here" I muttered staring at my composition book. "Oh, so thats you're name. Bella." The blonde douche bag boy laughs.
Well. No Shit, Sherlock.
"Okay, class hope you guys like you're seat 'cause this will be you're seat for the whole year." Mr. Lester smiles. Crap. That means I'm stuck with Mr. bad boy for whole damn year. I groan softly knowing that. "Oh, darling, don't worry. You'll love me." Blonde boy laughs. "How fun." I said with of full sarcasm.
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ERMEHGERD. LUKE YOUR SuCh a DOUCHE. SHIIEETT.
-megan
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Mr. Badboy 》luke hemmings
Teen Fiction"Oh, darling. We're all broken inside." Copyright © 2014
