alissa, once upon i said get off your god damn phone. " no i will not dumb bitch." said alissa. " gimme yo god damn phone number bitch." said me after grabbing my phone from my locker when mr.bromley thinks i went to go to the bathroom. alissa gives phone number. i text. i take alissas snapchat. we text alot. alissas does 360 no scope and almost dies from 30 pills and i say "no, dont die." alissa doesnt die because i said so.
"You wanna say that again?" he hisses, his face inches from mine, his hands on either side of my head.
I can't help but notice how blue his eyes are, and how they have specks of green in them and-focus, Ali!
"Yes. I think you're an arrogant asshole. I think you're a player. I think everyone here is a fool for thinking you're hot, and I think you better get the fuck away from me before I hit you in your special place."
He smirks and backs up, crosses his arms. His biceps flex, and I refuse to look.
"You're going to feel terrible for saying that to me one day." he walks away.
"I'll never feel terrible for saying the truth." I snap. I pick my bag up from the floor. "Bastard."
Ali James is your everyday nerd. She's a straight A student. She has a 4.0 GPA.
Drake Parker is your everyday bad boy. He drives a motorcycle. He's a player. He's a party animal. He's the school's hottie. His target is Ali James, because she is the only girl in all of Savannah Oak High School that doesn't think he's hot.
Little does she know that she's his target because he's finally grown the balls to get the girl of his dreams.
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