Mr Flirtsalot

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Chapter 1

- Angel Mathews -

"Angel, come on, school," my brother called out.

"I'm coming, just give me a sec," I shouted back in a haste to get ready.

I grabbed my training bag and my school bag, rushing down the stairs as fast as possible, my long brown hair flowing behind me.

I made my way outside and rolled my eyes when Mason parks stepped out of his house.

Mason Parks, my worst enemy, the bane of my existence.

We hated each other, so much, it's always been like that, ever since we were small children.

He annoys me like no other and can't stop flirting since it's the only thing he's good at, well actually no, he's the captain of the basketball team and I'm not going to lie, he's amazing at it.

But flirting, it's his specialty and it always seems to get to me, so it works.

"Angel, what a lovely sight, you're looking beautiful as always," he called out before I could step into the car.

I rolled my eyes and spun on my heel to face the grinning idiot.

"Just shut up, I don't need you to ruin my morning, it's not even 9:00 yet," I snapped my arms crossed and my eyebrow raised, anger pouring from me.

"Ok, ok, I'll see you later babe," he winked causing me to groan with frustration.

"Urge, just leave me alone," I whined jumping into the car before he could bless me with anymore of his rubbish flirty lines.

As I entered, my brother couldn't seem to stop himself from laughing.

"I swear, you guys act like a married couple, it's adorable," he told me as he pulled away from the driveway.

"Shut up," I snapped, turning to look out of the window.

On arriving to school, I stepped out of the car, turning to face my brother.

"I can't pick you up tonight, I've got work, so try and find yourself a ride, love you," he said before driving off.

I turned back around and began to walk into the school, my head raised high and my posture upright.

I smiled to everyone that I passed as they smiled just as brightly back.

You see, I'm not your typical cheerleader, unlike the countless other stereotypes, I'm not a mean bitch, nor am I dumb and let's not forget that fact that I'm not a slut, I hate how that's how some cheerleaders are portrayed, cause I really am none of those things.

I stopped by my locker and smiled widely when my best friend Cole, stood waiting for me.

"Hey there," I smiled as he leant against the locker next to me.

"Hi, you know Serena," he asked, causing me to nod.

"She was such a good lay," I immediately blocked my ears from hearing anything else about his 'night of fun.'

"TMI, please stop," I begged causing him to chuckle loudly.

"Oops sorry, I forgot that I was talking to miss I - only - sleep - with - high - standard - guys," he teased with a chuckle.

"Hey," I snapped, crossing my arms and glaring at him openly.

"Ok, sorry, anyways, there's a party tonight, wanna go," he asked.

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