I'm Dead, and hes a Jerk- The day i died.

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Chapter 2

The day I died most certainly wasn't the best day of my life.

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The day I died started off pretty normal to be honest.

 It was a Monday, which meant the start of another gruelling week of school. I woke up, got ready, dressing into some back leggings, a white tank top which clung to my body, showing off curves but not in a slutty way. I put on a cropped faded denim jacket, a pair of brown Ugg boots and left my house, making sure to grab 3 slices of toast on the way out and eating as if it was the last supper and I was about to be killed.

As i walked down my drive way, I heard it.

“Ladies should really eat like ladies, not wild animals” I scowled as I heard his cocky smug voice, which must have helped the whole lady theory because I still had a mouthful of toast.

“The only ‘ladies’ you know are the ones that are laying on their back a  few hours after you meet them, so I'm not really missing out on much am I?” I replied, stuffing another piece of toast in my mouth.

Jared was obviously walking to school, which meant I either had to walk ahead of him, which was never good due to his wondering perverted eyes. Option b was walking with him, that could never end well.

He was walking next to me now, smirking. He was hot, I can’t deny. He had on a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt with the words ‘made to be laid’ written across it. I rolled my eyes. It was hard taking any of his looks seriously when I had known him for 10 years and known firsthand how much of an a**hole he really was.

“We all know there is something you’re missing out on” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows and pointing his finger at his crotch area. I looked at him, trying to hold down sick.

“Oh poor little me, how will I go on?” I said sarcastically.

“You sarcastic little slut” he smirked, watching me closely obviously wanting a reaction out of me, and he got one.

I stopped walking, and turned to look at his smug face. I shot daggers at him, and debated on what to do. We were stood there for about a minute, staring at each other, and just when he thought that I had no comeback and was just going to walk away, I did the only thing I could think of doing.

I spat in his face.

Well, that wiped the smugness off straight away, and I turned my heel and carried on my journey to school like I had intended to. Alone.

 I got to school early, which was extremely odd. I made my way down the corridor, walking to my locker which is normally where I would meet Eve in the morning. Before I even reached my locker, I saw Eve running towards me. She was beautiful, with her dark skin and glossy black hair. She was also crazy...

“RUN OR STAY AND FEEL THE WRATH OF KONG!” she yelled, as she ran past me. What the hell was going on?!

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