Professional Jacka*s
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  • Reads 75,579
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  • Parts 33
  • Time 4h 22m
Ongoing, First published Mar 04, 2018
"What's your name?"
"You can call me 'yours'," he paused, "or a professional jackass."

Ryan Key, the iconic class clown. The guy that everyone goes to when they need a laugh, the guy that everyone avoids when they need to cry. He calls himself a professional jackass; he isn't that much of a bad guy, he technically isn't a good guy either. He's just a high school senior who struggles with keeping girls out of his pants and his hands in his own.
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Don't Fall for Me

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I was doing just fine my junior year of high school. I mean I did pick fights once in a while and my grades weren't the best, but I was doing okay. Xander was my best friend, actually my only friend. We didn't need anyone else, really. But then Ryker came back more badass than ever. I've hated him since we were children and apparently the feeling is mutual. We don't get along. He's cocky, arrogant, and downright mean. We were better off while he was gone. He should never have moved back. So, I stole his motorcycle. Then he told me not to fall for him. ~*~*~*~ I went over to the door and jumped back when it opened. Ryker came back in, pushing me up against one of the lockers. He locked his eyes on my lips and I gasped. He smirked. "Don't fall for me, Angel." With that, he stepped away from me and left again for good. What the hell? Did he honestly have the audacity to tell me not to fall in love with him? I clenched my fists, shoving the door open to confront the cocky jerk.