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from neighbors to classmates

"Okay, never in your damn life refer to me as a hot stuff" I said letting my whole body relax and taking out my nails from the palms of my red bruised hands "And no, thanks. First, learn to have some respect for women before actually talking to them. I prefer to rot in a dumpster than be on the same place as you"

As rude as it sounds, needed to be said.

"Ouch. But running for forty-five minutes straight without a rest wasn't enough"

I gave him a sarcastic smile, "Oh look, it's a miracle. Suddenly, I have more strength to keep on walking" I started to walk away from the red car even though my feet had something else in mind and wouldn't even let me take one step further.

He rolled his eyes.

"Come on, I know you can't take one step more" he said while driving the car slowly in the driveway according to how I was walking.

I didn't give any importance but after having the red Chrysler right next to me some minutes later, it started to get annoying.

"Could you stop following me?"

"No"

"Please?"

"No"

For goodness sake

I stopped walking to turn my whole body and face the smirking guy who hasn't stop bothering me since I gave him the tour around the school. The few classes we had together, he found something to annoy the shit out of me; it was either: he forgot his pencil at home, about what was the homework or just start talking to me so the teacher would think I was the one who interrupted her class. Which by the way, I have detention with that doof tomorrow after school because he couldn't keep his mouth shut and I —like the idiot I am — kept the conversation going trying to shut him up but the only thing I got was detention. Fucking detention.

My face held a sarcastic expression with a smile which it was obviously fake, "If I say yes, you would shut your freaking mouth?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "Certainly,"

I let out a loud sigh and rolled my eyes at him for what it felt like the third time this day, deciding to give up and go with it since his face had a 'if you don't get on the damn car I would make the rest of your life miserable' look. Not that he isn't making it already.

I groaned letting my head fall backwards before walking - more like dragging my feet - to the passenger side and flop myself into the the comfy seat. Hey, let's look at the bright side of this situation: my butt isn't going to hurt from the hard and cold seats on the bus.

And that my house it's only right in the corner so the minutes I would sitting next to that . . thing would be less than three. Fortunately.

When I was already inside and all my belongings were carefully placed down, I closed the door harshly making sure it sounded as loud as possible earning a glare from the blonde guy "You do realize, this car costs much more than anything else you possess" I smiled sarcastically while putting the seatbelt on "Like I care" I huffed.

The smirk on his face disappeared and for the first time since I met him on that dark late night, seriousness took control of his emotions. I can swear those bright hazel eyes turned to black in just a couple of seconds.