This book is currently undergoing some extensive editing. I've edited a few chapters so don't be surprised if there's a sudden change in the writing haha. I was young and naive back then when I first wrote this book.
Monday mornings are the worst; they remind you that the week just started. I know I'm late for first period but I'm walking slowly because of this massive headache. I shouldn't have come to school today; I should've stayed at home and slept this off, but I can't.
Fucking hang over!
To make matters worse, a girl bumped into me.
"Watch where you're going Blondie!" I remarked.
"Sorry." She apologized.
She tried to move past me but I blocked her way. She tried again, maybe to check if it was just a coincidence but I blocked her still.
After the fight I had with my Father this morning, I needed an amusement; something or in this case someone to entertain myself with.
She glared at me.
"What?" I innocently asked.
"Let me through." she gritted.
"Why?" I playfully asked.
"Because I'm late."
"I can see that." I smirked.
"What's your problem?" she snapped.
"Nothing, looks like you have bigger problems than me, you look like a wreck. Do you have a hang-over?" I inquired.
This is the first time I've seen this girl. Is she new?
"What?! No I don't! Just, let me through!"
"Okay, tell you what tell me your name and I'll let you through." I bargained.
"No! I'm not going to tell you my name."
"Then I'm not letting you through." I shrugged.
"Let me through, or else..." She threatened.
Who does she think she is? What does she think she can do to me? I'm tall and not to mention a guy.
"Or else what Blondie?" I challenged her.
"One last time Let. Me. Through." she gritted.
"Again Blondie, No unless you tell me your name." What's wrong with this chick? Doesn't she realize that I am Mason Carter? The Mason Carter of Eastwood Highschool; captain of the football team and not to mention swim team, also the hottest guy in school asking for her name. Doesn't she realize how lucky she is?
"Fine, you've given me no choice."
"What are yo-" before I can finish my sentence, she stomped my foot.
"What the?!" I exclaimed, backing away from her.
The headache I've been feeling was replaced with irritation.
"Bye!" she took off.
I watched as she disappeared in the hallway.
This little stunt of hers won't go without consequence.
Finally, I arrived in class and thankfully our teacher didn't notice when I entered the room.
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