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The Letter

The Letter

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I hurried to class, bumping into a buff chest making me fall on my butt causing my papers to scatter. “Watch where your going nerd.” He huffed. I sighed, picking up my papers and walking towards next period. “Hey nerd!”Someone yelled, causing me to turn around. Jake Lakens, the school's bad boy player stood there, holding up a paper. I squinted my eyes to get a better look at the paper. It was the letter I wrote for Emily about Jake. My eyes widen at the sight of him holding it, reading it, and embarrassing me at school. “I believe this is for me.” he smirked, holding up the letter. I gulped, turned back around and rushed to fifth period. The whole period I was thinking of how to get the letter back without him reading it. ‘I know what to do now.’ I said to myself, smirking of thinking of my evil plan. You won't know it hit you Jacob Lakens. Copy Right; All Rights Reserved© Wattpad; 2015, hayleycarrillo
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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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