Bad Boy and Nerdy Girl

Bad Boy and Nerdy Girl

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 12, 2019
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Football/Soccer
"What's the matter with you?" I spat at him, hating how he kept following me around from class to class. It irritated me beyond belief. "Oh, sweetie what's wrong? Can't a guy like me check you out?" he snarled, smirking at me, anticipating the fact that I was going to shout at him again. I hold it in, knowing what he wants. My reaction. He wants my attention, but he isn't going to get it. I turn away from him and started to walk away. I was livid. No one can boss me around. No one can fall in love with me. No one can ever date me. Especially not some cocky, immature asshole! But then two muscular arms wrapped around my waist, gently pulling me closer to their chest. It was warm and soothing, but I needed to control this crap before it gets out of hand. So, I turn around and slapped the hottest, fuckboy in the school: star quarterback, Blake Wilson.
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As I walk into the school, he spots me and immediately starts talking to me. I brush past him, ignoring him, but today is definitely not my lucky day... He grabs my arm firmly, stopping me, and turns me to face him. The pain on my face contorts his expression. "What's wrong, Emma? Lost your voice, lizard?" I don't look at him; my head is hung low once again. "When I'm talking, you need to look at me!" he shouts, lifting my chin so I have to meet his gaze. I look at him, but it's not with innocence; it's with anger. "Oh, look, Emma's angry, everyone!" he mocks. "Just leave me alone," I say, meeting his eyes as I pull my arm free from his grip and walk away. He stares at me, shocked, as do all the kids around us, not expecting what I just did.

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