Meet Alex Valentine, new girl TO Havana High. An average teenage girl, 17, senior, brown hair, red streak, blue eyes. pretty -maybe, confident- at times, sarcastic- pretty much smart- you can say that, normal- nup falls in love- hell to the no Meet Luke Royce, bad boy player OF Havana High The not so average, popular and not to mention HOT teenage guy, 17, senior, brown hair, brown eyes hot- duh popular- duh cocky- too much a giant douche- cliche as it is conceited- definitely ever been rejected- hell to the no When these two polar opposites mix by force, you get war, war, bets, war, war, flirts, war, war, innappropriate comments, war, war and maybe love? lol nah...you'll have to wait and see.
"You're just too much fun to mess with," he jokes, his smile transforming into a glowing smirk.
My cheeks heat, but this time with anger. My tolerance has worn completely thin.
"Would you let me go?" I ask spitefully. I feel like a broken record.
He pushes off of the desk and takes a step back. Before I even realize what I'm doing, I slap him square across the cheek. Shock is plastered on his face, and I'm sure it is on mine too. I stand there in awe of what I just did. It was so sudden I'm not even sure I decided to do it but rather my indignation controlling me.
Steadily, Damon's face morphs from shocked to entertained. I immediately regret my action, but I'm not completely stupid; I race for the door like there's no tomorrow.
"You'll regret that!" I hear Damon yell as I'm running away.
~Sugar, spice, and everything nice~ A story about drama, sarcasm, love, and twists, with a little bad boy guilty pleasure mixed in between.