The sound of the clock on my wall was very loud and evident. Studying my history notes wasn't as effective as planned, considering a lot was on my mind.
Including a certain pretty boy that I shared a make-out session with.
"Ugh," I groaned in frustration. I slammed my binder shut, knowing there was no way to focus. I sat up from my bed and checked my phone. Apparently word must've gotten around about the history class situation because I now had at least ten messages on my phone. Like three from Farkle, about seven from arrogant assholes in my grade, and some from the certain boy I was trying to play. I mentally cursed myself wondering why I even have their numbers in my phone.
I opened Farkle's first.
Supreme Leader of the World: Riley?
Supreme Leader of the World: Holy shit Riley answer your goddamn phone
Supreme Leader of the World: Oh my god Riley half of the football team has been asking me if you were available..what the hell happened with you and lucas??????
I texted Farkle back, mentally groaning from the chaos that has ensued.
Smiles: i'm gonna kill friar
Smiles: and as for the idiots asking if i'm available.. tell them to go fuck them themselves
I contemplated throwing my phone out the window to avoid anymore of this madness, but then I'd have to pay for a new phone.
I opened the many messages from the boys in our grade, barely glancing at them before deleting them.
Football Fuckboy #1: Hey Riley. What's up? 😏
Football Fuckboy #3: Sup Riley
Douche from English: hey riley, can you help me study sometime?
Guy Who's Friends with Pretty Boy: Attachment: 1 Image
I literally rolled my eyes and scoffed in disgust at the picture of the boy's nether region that I just received.
"Deleting that from my memory."
Finally I decided to open Lucas's message.
Lucas F(uckboy): hey
Lucas F(uckboy): what are you doing right now?
I rolled my eyes at his arrogance. "What are you doing" can easily translate into "are you thinking about me."
Unfortunately he was right.
"Riley, dinnertime!" I heard my mom yell from the kitchen.
I texted back, trying to think of something witty enough to torture him and his horny self.
Smiles: not talking to you
I tossed my phone back onto my bed and left for the dinner table.
I was helping Mom wash the dishes and clean up after dinner. I put the current plate in my hand in the dishwasher.
"So, your father said that your class was interesting today. Anything you want to talk about?"
I shook my head and looked at my mom, "Not really. Just making the world a better place."
My mom stares at me for a moment before smiling sweetly, "Okay sweetheart.. as long as you're okay."
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How To Be A Heartbreaker↣ RucasTeen Fiction
Riley Matthews is sick of Lucas Friar breaking girl's hearts left and right. She decides it's time for him to have a taste of his own medicine. These are the steps she takes to become a heartbreaker and break the heartbreaker's heart. But will her o...