I strut down the hall, heel in front of toe, arms swaying beside me, nose to the ceiling, my lips forming a pout, everyone dropping what they're doing to snatch a look. few whispers, few pointed fingers, don't give one shit though. I'm happy with who I am.
I reach my locker and dial my code, a tap on the shoulder steals my concentration.
"mm." I grunt, turning to face Jarryd Warburton.
Jarryd is the player of the school, dated and with more girls than my toes and fingers put together. I've never been silly enough to date him, mostly because he uses girls for sex then leaves them without a word.
"you're looking pretty fly today." he says smirking, throwing me a wink.
"go shove it down someone's throat Jarryd." I say, applying my fourth coat of lipgloss.
"wouldn't mind shoving it down yours." he replies, I turn my head and shoot a dirty look towards him, "you're disgusting." I shut my locker and shove past him.
"you'd love it." he calls out across the hall, i let out a sigh and continue walking.
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hey all, sorry this chapter is so short, just wanted to hurry up and publish. hope you enjoyyyyy xo
: sharrae.
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