About A Girl

About A Girl

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione mar, nov 17, 2015
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Hey guys, I'm gonna try to complete this story(unlike my other one). I'm aiming this one to be only twenty to thirty chapters long. I'll try to update weekly and at a constant rate. The two main characters are James Baker and Lillith Peters, both in college. But anyways, go ahead and read the rest of this description, if you want. ><><>< "James Baker! Great to see you here again. Let's hope you don't cause too much of a commotion this year, Mr. Baker." The professor informs. Everyone here knows me as the troublemaker, the player, the smoker, the dealer- I could go on, but that would take up my time. "I'll be a pain in the ass just for you, Dr. Wink." I say as I go to sit in my normal seat near the back but I find a girl sitting there. She must be a freshman if she's sitting in my seat, everyone here knows that I sit in that exact seat. "What do you think you're doing, sitting in my seat? Go find another seat, peasant." I rudely say to the unknown being in my chair. She's attracting attention already and I smirk. More attention means more humiliation. She doesn't move a muscle. I notice she has earbuds in, so I reach down and tug them out of her ears. "Ouch! A tap on the shoulder would've gotten my attention!" Peasant exclaims. She doesn't look up until after getting her earbuds in hand, and I'm already staring at her. She has that oh-shit-what-have-I-done look in nearly a second she makes eye contact with me. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I should've asked if this was someone's seat before I sat down. Oh my God-" She rambles on. "Shut the fuck up and go find a different seat, Peasant." I say spit at her and she hurries off quicker than I would've imagined she could. I smirk proudly and sit down in my seat. I give a couple of other people some nasty looks so they know I'm in control. Some nod and look away, some just keep staring. I can already tell that I'm going to be more powerful than last year, which is great. More power, more shit goes down.
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This story is y/n (you) falls in love with a football player (an oc of mine). More info: Y/N is a 16 going on 17 year old female, in her Junior year of high school. It's her first day at a new school, a random person Airdropped her something and they begin to chat. This mystery guy is 17 and also his Junior year and is a football player. She knows nothing about him so she's determined to learn more. What she finds out shocks her completely. Preview: "Y/n! Come on let's go!" "Yeah! You are going to make us late!" "God! I'm coming I'm coming! I just needed to grab something." I said walking out to them. "Is that a book?" "Yeah- I really need to know what happens! I'm almost done with it, once I finish I'll watch the game don't worry." I assured the two of them. "Okay want ever you say." We left to go to the game finding a close-to-the-front seat. The three of us sat, we already bought some drinks and snacks. The game soon started and I began to read. "Player down!" Someone yelled as they ran a crossed the field. My head snapped up to get a look and I saw number 22 sitting up with one leg bent and the other laying on the ground. He seamed calm. "Alright, let's get you up," some one said kneeing next to number 22. "No no, I'm fine. Help them, they may be out, he is not responding to me." 22 insisted. Once the others heard this they ran to the other person, 85 from the other team. 22 glanced at the bleachers, briefly making eye contact with me, he then quickly looked back, almost as if doing a double take. He held the eye contact this time, I gave him a small smile and he gave me a sweet smile. "He smiled at you!" "It was just a smile," I said going back to my book. "You have a crush." "You definitely do, but we won't say anything, yet." I rolled my eyes at both of them. They were right, no, maybe. He was cute, the way his hair fell, and how he put the other player before himself. I thought it was cute.

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