"Hey Andrea," my friend Sarah said snapping me out if my daze. I turned to her.
"What," I replied kind of annoyed.
"What does Connor's ass look like from over there," she teased. I stare at her and told her to shut up with my eyes.
Connor was the bad boy of the school. He wasn't those popular bad boys. More like the ones that are quiet, and mysterious, and can make people laugh and then be forgotten about after the laughter dies down. He's also not one of those idiot bad boys who can't spell there own name if there life depended on it. In fact I looked at his last Chem test and he got a 98.
I've had a crush in him since 7th grade and I still don't know what he thinks of me.
My mind snaps back to reality and I spot Connor walking towards Nick. He's the average jock. Ya know, the ones that only care about sports and have girlfriends that they only use for after game sex. Yeah, those kinds.
I've always hated jocks. I even hated my dad when I was in elementary school when I heard that he was a jock.
I walked closer to Connor and Nick pretending to get ketchup.
"Where are my notes, Knowles?" Nick said rudely so it barely sounded like a question. Connor didn't even seem intimidated. He opened his book bag and pulled out a black notebook.
"They better be correct. I can't afford to fuck up on another test." Nick said intimidatingly.
"Dude, they're fine," Connor said almost laughing. With that he walked away and stared at me as he was doing it.
I wonder what that was all about.
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I'm Not Here For Love
RomanceAndrea Sancheź always hated jocks. Jocks from school, from movies, she even hated her own father at one point when she was little because he was the school jock. But what happens when she tries to runaway from her abusive family, and finds herself o...
