ME: You're so childish. Please, go to sleep! It's 2 A.M!
I sound like a mom. This is already going in the wrong directions.
FUCKBOY TROYE: Aii, whatever. You're lame. :(
I stare at the text, and a half smile creeps through my mouth.
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Good morning! It's Wednesday today, and Troye and I decided today's the first day of.. Fake dating?
I hear my ringtone across my room. I run over to it, and answer.
"Hello?" I say through the phone.
"Goodmorning, bitch!" Excuse me? I cross my arms over my chest.
"What the hell? That's not how you greet your girlfriend in the morning!"
He chuckles, " Correction : Fake girlfriend. Don't get it twisted."
"Ugh, what do you want?"
"Meet me downstairs... Like, now."
"Woah, woah, stop rushing me. We literally live right next to each other!" Duh.
"Just come ASAP!" He then hangs up.
I just shrug, say bye to my parents, and go downstairs.
Once I go down, my eyes widen.
It was Troye on his phone, leaning on his yellow ferrari. Oh my god. Is he being serious?
Troye notices me as he looks up, " About goddamn time." He mumbles.
"Oh shut up, I literally took two minutes."
"Whatever, just get in." He says as he points at the "shot gun" of the car.
Ha, he really thinks I'm going to ride in that?
"Yea, no, I'm riding the bus." Troye gives me a surprised look.
"Why the fuck ?!"
"I don't want to be seen in that!"
"Hey! 'that' has feelings too you know!" What a loser.
"Who the fuck doesn't want to be seen in this kind of car?!" He adds. True.
"It's too much for me, I'm riding the bus."
At this point, Troye looks frustrated. He's not going to win.
"Goddamnit! Just get in!"
"No."
"Car."
"Bus."
"Car!"
"Bus."
"Car-"
Five minutes later, Troye is next to me on the bus , literally in the worst spot . Told you, he wasn't going to win.
Troye looks so uncomforatble, sqishing next to me, being placed next to the busiest part of the bus. It's so hilarious.
"This is bullshit! We should've took the car!" he screams/ whispers in my ear.
"Oh well." I smirk at him as he just rolls his eyes in return.
As we enter our school, right away I'm hearing whispers.
pss..pssss... Is that Troye's new girl?.. pss...Kimberely? Really?.....pss...
They're all snakes.
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❌ The Ex Factor ❌(CONTINUED)
Teen Fiction* * * * * He runs his fingers through his hair, and comes closer to me. My heart starts pounding out of my chest. What the hell is he doing? He's literally right in front of me, giving me his famous devilish smirk. He holds my chin and looks stra...
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