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Can we please talk about how fucking gorgeous Anthony Norman is please? This boi is just amazing and I love it

Now. You're known as a good girl. Straight A's, never been to detention, lots of friends, etc. So how did you end up with the bad boy of the school? Let me explain.

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I was walking down the hall, homework in hand, trying to fit it neatly into a folder. Usually, I don't use folders, but my science teacher assigned a HUGE amount of homework for me, because she wanted me to be challenged. Easily can say that I was. 

Unbeknownst to me, I drop the most crucial part of my homework. The evidence. I'm about to continue walking, until I feel someone tap me on my shoulder. 

I turn around to see Oscar Delancey, the older of two Delancey brothers. Those two were known to be the baddest of people in school. They enjoy beating people up, especially the school newspaper club. They're known to threaten people to do their work in school. Luckily, I haven't been one of those people. Yet.

I feel my knees tremble. He's looking me in my eyes. I'm ashamed to admit that he's VERY attractive, and by very, I mean VERY. His face so symmetrical, with his jet black hair pulled back into the beanie he always wears showing off his perfect hairline that just makes him even more handsome.

"You dropped this," he says, his voice so calm that I feel my heart stop beating from no longer being in fear. I look in his hand at what he's talking about and see my homework.

"Oh, thank you, Oscar! I don't know what I'd do with my darn evidence," I say with a nervous laugh, which makes him crack a small smile. Even with a smile that small, I still feel my heart skip a beat.

"Yeah, well be more organized next time, got it?" He says, snapping back to his serious tone. I quickly nod with a slight smile. "A'ight, later, Y/n."

And with those three words, he's gone. I can only think of one thing before the bell rings.

"He knows my name."

RIIIIING!!!

My thoughts are cut off by the bell, which brings me back into reality. I run off to science, where I turn in my homework immediately. Ms. Wolfe smiles up at me, reading everything I wrote.

"Good job, Y/n! I knew you'd be great at my little challenge. Was it hard?" She asks. I sigh slightly before shrugging.

"It was harder than usual, but not impossible. I nearly lost my evidence in the hallway, but thank god Oscar was there to hand it to me," I say with a laugh. She looks confused for a moment.

"Oscar Lowson or Oscar Delancey?" She asks. I smile at his name.

"Delancey," I say. She looks even more confused.

"Huh. That's very strange. Anyways, take your seat," she shoos me off. I nod and take a seat next to my friend, Smalls.

After about 5 minutes of working at my laptop, someone comes into the classroom late. I look up to see that it's none other than Oscar Delancey and his brother, Morris. They take a seat next to eachother in the corner.

'Have they always been in this class?' I think to myself. But I snap my head back into reality and resume doing my work. After about five minutes, Smalls taps me on my shoulder.

"Looks like you've got a not so secret admirer," she says, nodding her head casually to the left. I look to where she's pointing to and see Oscar looking at me. As soon as we make eye contact, he looks away. I smile a bit and go back to my work. "What, are you not going to say anything? It's Oscar fricking Delancey, the person who beats up kids for fun."