She's a goody goody. He's a bad boy. She wants nothing to do with him. He wants everything to do with her, he just doesn't know it.


7. "Ouch baby girl."

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I sigh as I walk to my locker. I grab out my books and slam my locker shut, making people around me know and look at me confused.

I'm usually never this aggressive. I push my glasses up my on my nose as they begin to slide down.

I ignore everyone as I walk to my class. I hate this. I hate this so much.

I go in and take my seat by the window in the middle row. Usually I'm at the very front but I just don't feel up to it today.

My moms probably pissed at me still. She should have known that having a teenager is going to come with problems.

People start to come in and most of them stare at me even more confused.

I feel someone's eyes burning into my head and I look up to meet the bright blue eyes of the last person I want to see ever.

I put my head down in my arms tired.

I feel someone sit beside me and I don't move. It's probably Luke, and I really don't want to see him.

"What's with the long face Princess?" And I want to die.

I turn my head slightly and look at asshole from the corner of my eye and sigh. "I told you. I've got a name and I would appreciate it if you called me by it."

He chuckles lowly and I roll my eyes.

"And I already told you, not gonna happen. I can call you what ever I want." He says to me, and I resist the urge to smack him.

"Hemmings! Dowson! Is there a problem?" Our teacher snaps and I look up quickly and shake my head as I look down again, avoiding everyone's stares.

"Good now stop talking while I'm teaching." She snaps and j nod my head, sinking down in my chair lower as I push my glasses up on my nose.

Well fuck you to.

I do my work and I mentally pray that Luke will get called out and have to switch classes. Or he moves. Far, far away from here.

The bell goes and I rush out of the classroom as fast as I can to get away from asshat.

I run to my locker and I see Troy and his friends again.

Fucking hell, I really don't want to deal with this shit right now.

Troy looks at me and smirks as he sees me make my way over to him.

"Well hello there beautiful." He says leaning against the lockers and I bite my lip to stop from screaming and running away.

"D-don't call me that. Please." I whisper out as I tuck a piece of my hair behind my ear.

He pouts. "Awe why not? I'm just speaking the truth." He chuckles after and I feel my face heat up.

No, just. No.

"Leave her alone Troy." The one voice in the world I hate the most right now is the one I can't help but thank shows up.

I look up to see Luke's eyes narrowed on the group of boys who are being a pain in my ass.

Troy goes to speak so my eyes flicker over to him. "Hemmings. Nice to see you again. Where have you been? Fucking for money like usual?" Troy says and my gaze goes to Luke who's jaw looks clenched and his hands ball into fists.

"You don't know shit." He says seriously and I feel like I should really go now.

I go to back away, you know I don't need my next class books that much.....

"Stay." I freeze in my spot as I look up to see Luke looking at me with a stern expression and Troys glaring at him.

"Fuck off Luke, you've got Brandy."

Who's Brandy?

I look confused. They must see it on my face because Troy smirks at Luke then back at me.

"Oh honey you don't know who Brandy is?" He says and I raise my eyebrows.

"Does it look like a care?" I say and then I clamp my mouth shut as they look at me amused cause I don't usually talk like that to people.

"Well you should. That's your boy toys girlfriend. Well of this month anyway." Troy smirks chuckling and I roll my eyes at how immature they are.

"So? I'm- wait. You think I'm his girlfriend?" I ask motioning to Luke who's giving me a warning look.

"Your not?" Troy asks confused.

I shake my head. "No. Not in a million years would I date him- or you." I say crossing my arms.

Never would I date anybody as conceited as these guys.

"Ouch baby girl. That hurt." And I roll my eyes.

"No one cares if it hurt or not- the truth hurts." I say shrugging my as I hold my books to my chest and walk towards Troy.

I push him out of my way as I do my combination for my lock. I switch my books around before shutting and locking it again.

I turn around and come face to face with Troy and that stupid smirk. God damn it!

"Troy. Back off." Luke says grabbing Troy by the back of the shirt and pushing him back into the lockers.

My eyes widen. "The hell?" I hear someone whispers and I look to my left and see Ronny staring with wide eyes.

I sigh as I move closer to her and then I feel someone grab my arm and pull me close.

I squeak as I feel a toned body against mine. Well fuck a duck.

I look up to see a pair of blue eyes already looking down at me.

Then his gaze goes to Troy who he glares at and Troy meets his glare with his own and walks away with his friends following.

Then he looks at Ronny with confused eyes. "Who are you?" He asks tilting his head.

She gulps and puts a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Uh- I- hi." She says and I roll my eyes behind my glasses.

He then looks down at me and his hold on me tightens. "Who is she?"

I sigh. "Ronny." I say and he nods his head.

"Right. Okay. I'm gonna go. I'll see you later." Luke mumbles into my hair and I feel like I've got no choice.

I nod my head and he lets go before walking away, not before giving me one last look.

When he's out of sight Ronny rushes over to me and I just run my hand through my tangled hair.

"What the actual fuck?" She blurts out and I let out a puff of air.

I open my locker and switch my books for my French ones.

Can't today be over already?

"Let's just get to class." I say before walking towards my next class with Ronny beside me confused out of her head.

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