Hate To Love ✔️

Chapter 8

The rest of the day went by as usual, well with a few dirty looks from Scarlett and the girl I fucked up in the face, looks like books do come in handy now and again.
It's well after hours, nobody except teachers are in the school now, thank god, there's nobody here to bother me.
Sighing I got down on the ground trying to scrub away the spray paint that covered the whole locker, if it was up to me I'd leave it where it was, I think it adds some colour to the school.
10minutes in and it hasn't even faded, what the hell did they use? Permanent marker or something, "whore" not very creative, personally I would have gone for something more classy and added some purple, maybe some blue-
"Need some help" my thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice, I turned around to once again have locked eyes with him.
"I'm fine thanks" I turned back to what I was doing, why is he even offering to help me? I nearly maimed him with a book...see now that's creativity kids.
"The names Carson" he kneeled down next to me, his face only inches away from mine, ever learn personal space?
"Yeh I know" I mumbled.  "What?" He seemed confused, definitely isn't creepy for someone to know you when you've never met....
"Nothing" I sputtered, now is not the time to explain how I know of him. He grabbed one the sponges and begun scrubbing, something weird is going on here.
"Don't you have somewhere to be" I voiced rolling my eyes.
"Is that anyway to treat someone that's just trying to help?" He piped, trying to act all innocent, "Especially since you almost damaged my perfect face earlier" he joked, I'll agree with the perfect bit...ew what the fuck no.
"Okay drama queen, if you want to spend your time cleaning a locker, then be my guest" I shrugged, and damaged is a bit dramatic dont you think, it was just a book, these boys are such snowflakes.

A couple minutes of awkward silence passed.

"You still haven't told me your name" he spoke, didn't know this was some kind of interrogation.
"Aria" I muttered.
"Any more questions?" I asked.
"Two actually. Firstly what happened to your face?" He raised a brow, and reached out his hand and stroked a finger on the bridge of my nose. Excuse me? Look don't touch thank you very much.
"I don't see why it's any of your business" I spoke as I smacked his hand away from my face.
"Fine then second question. How about we go out sometime?" He smirked, oh wow...I see what's going on here.
"No" I scoffed, me? Going out with him? Funny...very funny.
"Why not?" He whined, a disappointed look plastered in his face, aw has bunny never been rejected before?
"Well lets see. Number 1: You don't even know me number 2: you were literally having sex with another girl like 3hours ago, and right next to me...should I go on?" I snarked.
"Sex is a stretch, and hey I have needs" he charmed, this isn't a very convincing argument.
"Yeh so do I. And they're not with you" I rolled my eyes, he's another typical rich entitled fuck boy that I don't want to get myself involved with.
"Now if you don't mind. Have fun cleaning my locker" I spoke as I got up and left him sitting there bewildered.
It was a funny scene.
It's like his brain hadn't processed the rejection yet.

I'm not so easy Carson Grey.