justafanchic
"Get out of my way, Loser," He says as he pushes another boy out of his path.
He continues his journey down the halls with all eyes on him.
I roll my eyes and continue getting my things from my locker.
Before I could finish getting my books and other needs for my next class which, unfortunately, is Algebra, someone behind me slams it shut almost trapping my fingers in it.
I roll my eyes, knowing who it is before I turn around to face them.
'Mr. Bad Boy'
It's probably all for show because he knows everyone is watching.
"May I help you?" I ask sarcastically as I turn to face him?
"No. I just like bothering you, Paris," He says smirking with arms on either side of me.
I roll my eyes. "Whatever, Collins." I go under his arms calling him by his last name. "Oh, and please do us all a favor and get some gum please! Preferably minty!" I yell as I walk down the halls.
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Jackson Collins.
Never been fond him.
Drugs, liquor, and sex are the only things on his mind at only 17 years old.
Only looking at him you would know that he's bad news: Tattoos, nose stud, and the saggy clothing he wears.
I mean, not saying that he's not attractive. However, he is just bad news.
Me on the other hand, I'm 17, I have straight A's, I follow directions, and you'll never catch me breaking a rule.
We could never work. Right?
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So I'm extremely bad at writing interesting descriptions, but please just read the story. I hope you think that it's better than the description.❤️❤️