The Bad Boy Saw My Boobs

The Bad Boy Saw My Boobs

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I grabbed the end of my sweater and pulled the sweater over my head with my tank top stuck to the sweater because of the sweat. This caused my large boobs to be revealed with a transparent bra hardly covering my boobs at all. I put both the sweater and tank top in my locker and picked up my T-shirt from the bench beside me. I was humming to work from home and then I twirled around facing the door. When I did so, I let out a short high pitched scream. Because standing in front of the door was Dallas Baxter. The school bad boy.
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** #2 in WATTYAWARDS** ** #24 in FUNNY!** **#3 in SHORT STORY** I whipped around to smell the scent of pine, cigarettes, and mint. Amused grey eyes shined, and dark, shaggy, brown hair filled my vision. His hands were in his low, dark jeans, and his muscled chest puffed out of his white t-shirt, and black leather jacket. His smirk made me tense up. "You." I glared. "Me." He smiled. The one person who could piss me off in a split second, the person who was the sole reason I am who I am today was leaning against one of the navy blue lockers. The atomic bomb just exploded in my life. And his name is Roman Quinn. DISCLAIMER: I wrote this when I was a good 12 years old. There are plot holes, spelling and grammar errors. However, this is the first thing I've ever written and somehow I am STILL proud of it and the grateful for anyone who laughed. (Even if it was just once). Viewer Discretion is Advised.

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