One of the guys
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"Hi, princess!" he says putting his arm upto my locker trying to be intimidating. Keyword: trying. I flashed him a smile as I brought my hand up to grip his fingers and bent them backwards. A look of pain replaced his smirk. I twisted his arm until he yelped in pain and bent forward himself. Kneeling down to his ear I said, "Call me that one more time and I'll make sure you never walk again. Got it?" When he doesn't answer I twist his arm even more until he nods. Satisfied, I let go of his arm and wink at him once he manages to straighten himself up. The look on his face made me wanna laugh out loud but I stifled it. Instead I cocked one of my eyebrow's and gave him a smirk as I exited the building happy over the fact that I had just shown Logan Sterling his place.
Alex Knight's the name. Cricket's my game( For those of you who don't know what cricket is. Its a sport. Look it up.) I have one older brother Jace and we love each other like crazy. I also have two epicly awesome parents. I am currently a junior at my highschool and I'm the captain of the Cricket team. By team I mean 14 guys and 1 girl a.k.a me. I'm 17 and I have 5 best friends: 4 girls and a guy. I'm considered a tomboy and truth be told I am one. Likes: Too many to count. Dislikes: A few. Although my greatest dislike is Logan Sterling. He's the reason why I have to constantly remind myself that murder is illegal.
A hearty hi to all you gorgeous babes out there. I know its a pleasure for you to even read about me. I'm Logan Sterling by the way. You'll know more about me as you read the story. I know you'll love it, how could you not? It has me in it.
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