I'm the new girl being harassed by the IT BOY? fml!

OK. This story may sounds familiar to some of you guys because on my previous old account i posted this story up and the title was "Boy Phobia". but i deleted the account because i was getting bored of this story but i read it over again and now im continuing it and changing stuff a bit. My old account was Amazinqdope. & this is my new one! ok. ENJOY!

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Summary 

West Marshall High awaits a new student. Not just any typical boy-loving type of girl, but a non-boy-loving type of girl for a matter of fact. Her name is Jane Flores  

and she's 15 year old with no love experience. She will be starting West Marshall High as a sophomore. Jane Flores likes to have fun with friends, goof around, laughing  

out loud, playing pranks on people, and make odd faces during class when no one's watching, but the one thing she can't stand is boys. Since she was small she finds the  

opposite sex unattractive and a complete waste of her time. Of course she has guy friends, but she doesn't look at them as the boyfriend type. In fact she didn't date anyone at all.  

But as she arrives at West Marshall High will she finally pay attention to the opposite sex?

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Chapter 1 School Begins

Damn. That frozen yogurt looks hella delicious. But I've got to cross this hot lava in order to get it! C'mon. Almost there. One more step! And-  

"BEEP BEEP BEEP!"  

My eyes shot open like i was about to commit murder. I raised my head up scanning my room for the little devil that woke me up. I reached for the hammer under my pillow. Yes I know, why the hell do I have a hammer. Well, I always kept it there just in case of a burglar break-in. I cant have a gun so a hammer would suffice. I smashed the clock in pieces. I know i won't get in trouble for this,  

because i do this every morning, and every night i'll recieve a brand new clock. My family are pretty wealthy, but we don't like to show it off. Like buy a big mansion, and have like about 50 cars 

out on our driveway. We spend our money wisely. Well, I use it to buy a bunch of clothes but that's understandable.

And so with a deceased alarm clock, i went back to sleep. As I was slowly drifting back off to sleep .. "Jane!" my mom shouted loudly, banging the door. It made me jump. "Get up dear! It's time for-" Don't say it. Don't you dare say 

that word. "SCHOOOL!" she said. Damn it, she said it. "Ugh, I don't want to go to school! Leave me alone," I lazily yelled back. I took a hold of my pillow and threw it at the door with a thud. Luckily 

i didn't grab my hammer. "Jane, hurry up now, stop being so stubborn." She said, now sounding like she was farther away. I assume she was walking downstairs to make breakfast. Ugh, stupid school.  

Which are filled with stupid ignorant goodfornothing lowlives. You got your jocks & your cheerleaders & a bunch of other people in between. High school - the worst possible point in a person's lifetime. I thought while I dragged myself out of bed and into the bathroom. 

Not to mention the sex driven womanizers that populates the high school. Since I can remember, I never find the opposite appealing. You can never really find anyone romantic & sincere like the guys in those chick flicks. This is the devastating reality of it. I sighed.  

I still can't seem to grasp sense as to why i have to go to school. There was nothing I can do to convince my parents to let me stay home. I would prefer to be homeschooled or maybe go to private school where there's a challenge. School is too easy if you lead a dramafree life in all honesty. Today's the first day of a new school for me. My parents moved here to Iowa from Cali for business reasons, nothing I'm interested in.

I didn't want to move but I was forced to in the end. I didn't mind moving, sure I miss my friends but I wasn't really close to them. So I wouldn't care if we stopped talking. It was that feel of a new place & a new adventure. It was a new start for me.

I looked at myself in the mirror and giggle. Boy, do I look ridiculous. My hair was like a lion's mane. I cupped my hand over my mouth and sniffed my breath. 

Man, my breath reeks. I could make someone pass out if I breathe on them. I had to definitely use mouthwash. Twice. I looked away from the mirror and begin my morning routine  

that consist of me brushing my teeth, showering, doing my hair, and getting ready for school.

After I was done, I went over to my full size mirror in my bedroom. Hmm, I didn't look too shabby. I was wearing a high waist jean shorts with a Beatles muscle shirt tucked in & boots. I curled my waist-length hair and tied it in a ponytail. I dyed my hair reddish brown. I didn't like my hair down because it gets in my eyes. People always tell me to put my hair