Jordan's POV
I really don't feel like going to school but I guess education is kinda important. I get changed
I arrive at school and everyone looks at me. A crowd starts to form. I roll my eyes and carry on walking. A path forms in the crowd and the wdw boys walk through.
C: well, well, well. If it isn't that slut? Where's your motorcycle? Was it not even yours
What irritates me is that he knows it mine
J: I- I don't feel like doing this right now ( I say with my head down ) please can I just go to class
Jo: and why would we do that
J: please ( I whisper)
I was so fed up with what they did, who brakes into someone else's house?
Zach walks up to me and punches me in the face. I stumble back
Z: tough girl isn't so tough anymore ( he turns around and laughs with the boys )
I put my head down and walk to class.
The rest of the day nothing happened
I got home and there were 2 police officers in my house.
J: officers, can I help you with anything?
Officer 1: yes. There was a break in next door, did you hear anything?
J: no sorry, I was at school. What got taken
Officer 2: a matte black motorcycle
J: no, no, no. That was mine. I parked it at their house last night because I didn't have space in my garage because a bought a Tesla!
Officer 1: please come down to the police station so you can describe the vehicle.
I drive to the police station ( bla bla ) I described the motorbike to them and they let me go
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The bad girl ( a Why Don't We imagine )
Teen Fiction?: and who are you One of them asks me J: if you didn't hear because you were to busy jerking off ( as I say this, everyone goes silent ) my name is Jordan The one who started talking to me walks up and our noses are about to touch. He's trying to i...