The exchange student

Chapter one

senior year is finally here, my first day of school. Today is a day I've been looking forward to since the first day of 9th grade.
Waking up at 6:00 to get ready for a shit day I take a shower apply light makeup, mascara, lip gloss, and a tiny bit of eyeliner. Soon I'm running out the door in ripped boyfriend jeans and a simple black shirt with all back vans. Im hoping in my black matte range drover.

"Shit 10 minutes to get to school"

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The warning bell rings, and all the stoners drop their morning joints in the meeting center and attempt to run to class, just as I am walking into the door to face a shitty class of French with Madame Briggs.
"Bonjour, your late again Reagan"
"Sorry the traffic was just terrible"
"Ugh... Just sit in you spot miss. Stephenson"
"My pleasure." I give the bitch a nice wink just to piss her off even more, and take my seat in the back of the class.

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Soon I am literally running to my car to get home, but I am abruptly stopped by some bitch that's in my way.
"What the fuck, it better not be a freshman trying to get some weed, because it going to be a no"
"Oh" I slightly blush and realize who it really is, my crush since 9th grade (the most awkward time of my life)
"Hey" his deep husky voice makes me melt
"Hey,what's up Alex"
" Nothing much I was just wondering if I could come to your place, you know to study"
"Erm..yeah sure"
So basically I know studying just means he wants to fool around like we did in the past because that's what we used to do last year. Basically we were fuck buddy's but then my step-father got so pissed at me and basically banned me from the god, but here he is coming to my house.

Fuck.