Short Stories

Bullied By Mr. Gorgeous (a second generation story)

Devin

      Ugh. School.

I was forced to walk down the halls of James Eastern High School alone.

On a good day, everyone ignored me. And I was totally fine with that. It's not like I cared what they thought or anything.

On a regular day...

"Morning Princess," One of the jockasses commented, shoving me into a locker. I stood up straight, brushing myself off, and continued to walk.

"Princess." I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Luke Voloikiv.

The straightest of the jocks. He just so happened to hate my guts more than anything.

I turned around so fast that I almost broke my neck. He had a devilish smirk on his attractive face and he was leaning up against the set of lockers by mine.

"Nice outfit." He said sarcastically. I looked down at my outfit. Well I didn't think it was too bad. My outfit consisted of a pair of blue jeans, a dark grey Black Sabbath shirt, a black jacket, and a pair of fade black Converse.

Now, he was wearing a black v-neck, blue jeans, dark blue Vans, and aviators on top of his head. And oh hot damn, did he look great.

"Do you even know what Black Sabbath is? Or are you just trying to look cool?" I turned around, trying to open my locker.

"I'm trying to clothe myself." I said plainly, grabbing hold of my earbuds.

"Do you ju-" I stuck them in my ears and cut him off. Suddenly, I feel the buds being ripped out of my ears and I turn my head quickly again.

"You're not listening to me."

"Yea, cause I would rather listen to a rock spouting poetry than you telling me how worthless I am." I grabbed my buds out of his hands, slammed my locker and stormed away, probably leaving him speechless.
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"Voloikiv and Young." Mr Whitings called, flipping through his paper. I peeked under my bangs at Luke who was looking hopeless and lost. I shook my head, knowing that as I always do, I was going to go have that changed so I could do the project by myself.

The last name had been called and the bell rang.

"Alright, get together with your partner over the weekend please and discuss the assignment. Class dismissed." Whitings waved and sat down at his purple desk.

I walked over slowly after the entire class left.

"Mr. Whitings, I was wondering if I could do the assignment alone again." He looked up at me with a sweet smile.

"I'm afraid you can't this time."

"Why not?" I asked, daring him with my eyes.

"I specially assigned each partner to each other for a certain reason. You'll figure out why shortly." I looked at him dumbly.

"B-but Mr. Whitings. I can't work with Lu-"

"Nonsense. You just need to spend some time with each other. I promise you, you won't regret this decision."

"I already do." I mumbled, walking out of the room where Luke was waiting for me. "Ahh!" I screamed, jumping back away from him.

"So we're stuck working together?" I nodded. "Oh."

"Mhm."

"We're going over to your house." Um what?

"Oh." I shrugged and began walking towards my house.