Angry Clients and Stolen Wallets

Angry Clients and Stolen Wallets

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I make my way out towards the middle of the parking lot where Taylin (My 1997 Honda Civic) sits. I toss my textbooks into the passenger seat and throw the door shut behind me, before sticking the key into the ignition. As I start to drive out of the lot, I happen to glance in my rearview mirror back towards the high school. Students pile out of the doors, some heading off towards the bike rack, others hopping into the yellow school bus that lays to the right of the main entrance. I notice Allison with her arms crossed leaning against a pink Volkswagen beetle a few rows down. She stares at me with an expression as cold as ice. If looks could kill, I’m pretty sure I would have been staked, buried, dug up, and staked again just for good measure. I hit the gas and speed off. I’m actually starting to wonder if I should talk to my parents about taking some kind of self defense class... May prove useful in my line of work.&amp;amp;amp;amp;nbsp;
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Lunch went by pretty quickly, and we were back to classes soon enough. I'd forgotten to get a book from my locker, so I quickly went to get it. I was leaning on the locker next to mine as I quickly scanned my schedule on my locker door, when warm air fanned the side of my face. "Move." Being the excellent human being I am, I jumped out of fright, flinging the heavy calculus textbook in my hand backwards. I heard a grunt and turned to find the person behind me now hunched over as they held onto a part of their face. "Oh God! I'm so sorry!" I panicked. And then he looked up. The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead. *********** #11 Teen Fiction - 31 December 2015 #15 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015 #16 Teen Fiction - 16 December 2015

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