A Project with the Bad Boy
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"Roses are red, violets are blue, it's true, I hate brats like you," he said it loud and everyone laughed even more. I pursed my lips, thinking of a wittier comeback. I cannot and can never lose. "Roses are red, violets are blue, you are a douche, so f you!" I made a silly teasing face at him.
"Annoying girl!"
"Asshole,"
"Spoiled trash!"
"Jerkface,"
"Loudspeaker!"
"Homosexual,"
"Anorexic!"
"Bipola-"
"Calm down!" Ms. Brown yelled.
I sighed. Here we go again.
Acacia Collins is your typical mean girl-slash-brat. She gets everything she wants and she desires. She grew up with all the good things in life but what's missing is the love of her parents. Not until she encountered the school's badboy on her bestfriend's parents' anniversary party, Colton Brooks. And that's where it all started. The project and everything else.
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"What the hell did you do!?" I heard a feminine voice behind me. I groaned and turned around to meet a very angry face. I have never seen a girl this pissed before and honestly speaking, I am a little bit afraid. "She knew what she was getting into. Everyone knows I am player and I never stick to one girl." I shrugged and turned around to walk away. I didn't even take one step when I felt a firm hand on my t-shirt. She took a fist full of my shirt and turned me around so I was facing her. She then held my collar. Damn, she is almost the same height as me and if I would have been any normal guy, I would be terrified of her. "You don't treat girls like trash, asshole. She has feelings, she is not some toy that you got bored from after playing for a while. Apologize to her." She said through gritted teeth pointing towards Leah who was crying her eyes out. I noticed the crowd that started forming around us. I shrugged her hand away from my t-shirt and glared at her. "I will not apologize to anyone." I said slowly through gritted teeth. She is starting to piss me off. No one clashes me and no one stands against me. Even though I am new here, everyone knows that. I saw her eyes go blank and before I could duck, her fist made contact with my face and I felt sharp pain coursing through my nose. I held my nose tight and felt warm liquid flowing to my lips. Olivia Claire is a 16 year old high scholar. She is a fighter who never took anyone's shit and is famous for it. She mostly minds her own business occasionally helping people that might need her. Carter Grayson is a 16 year old guy recently transferred to Olivia's high school. Tall, handsome guy with lean figure, hazel eyes, brown hair and smile to die for. He has been known to be a player in his last high school and he plans on continuing that identity. So, what happens when a typical bad boy clashes with a not-so-nerd bad girl.
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