A/N- I told myself I wasn't going to post this until I finished one of my other stories but I couldn't wait so here it is.
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A S H L Y N N
Monday. It’s fucking Monday which entails getting up at six AM, leaving for school at seven AM then arriving at my own personal hell at seven fifteen. At seven thirty my own personal stalker attacks me verbally; usually. Lucas Hemmings. He’s usually trying to pick up some poor freshman to throw away his very intact virginity. He currently had some innocent girl pinned against the lockers with his face really close.
“You poor soul. I feel bad for you, having this idiot pressing himself against you. I hope for your sake that you haven’t let him kiss you because you’d have to disinfect your mouth. C’mon Hemmings, having to resort to freshman because you can’t get laid from any of the girls in your own grade,” I said, standing beside the pair.
She looked up at him in disgust before slipping out from under him and walking away. He turned to me with a cold expression before opening his big mouth.
“Thanks for that”
“No problem mate,” I smirked and he rolled his eyes.
“You’re such a cock block”
“It’s my job to protect all the girls out there who are oblivious to he who is you”
“Whatever. Like you could do any better”
“Please mate. You and your gaggle of friends couldn’t get laid at a One Direction with a hand full of backstage passes,” I scoffed.
“Any girl at this school would be lucky for me to take an interest in them,” he smirked smugly.
“Oh,” I said faking shock. “Is that why you’re eighteen years old and are still a virgin?” his smirk faltered for a second then returned as strong as ever.
“So are you so you can’t talk”
“I’m seventeen so it’s not that bad”
“You still will graduate a virgin just like me, unless I can change it”
“There are cheap ten dollar whores down the road and two rights from here so knock yourself out Hemmings”
He rolled his eyes, “I see you’re promoting your profession again then”
“Nah, just helping you out,” I said bashfully then lightly punched his arm.
“I’m higher class than some cheap whore”
“Oh I don’t know about that mate”
“I’m higher class than you”
I gust laughed, “mate, your ego’s so big I’m surprised your head isn’t the size of a football stadium and you haven’t toppled over. I’m impressed that you’re able to keep your head up straight because of that hair”
“Says the one who goes around boasting about her home country”
“It’s much better than this place”
“It’s called high school. I’m surprised you’ve made it this far”
“I’ve come farther than you with better grades too”. He suddenly started patting my head, “what the fuck?”
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Banter || Hemmings
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