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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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Ugh, I hate Math. Jesus, being a senior sucks. I've been staring at my Math homework for like an hour, not having a clue what to do. Hey, that rhymes.
I hear a beep from my back pocket. It was a text from Jason , the love of my life, aka my boyfriend. God, I'm in love with him. We've been dating for almost two years now. I couldn't ask for a better soul mate.
SUGARBEAR: babe, I need to tell you something really important.
ME: what is it, babe?
SUGARBEAR: you know what ?fuck it , I'll tell you tomorrow .
ME: Babe, please tell me!
SUGARBEAR: NO! Just be patient! Jesus Kim!
I stare at the text strangely; what's gotten into him? Am I supposed to be worried? I tried texting him back but he wouldn't answer. Hopefully it isn't that serious.. Lord help me! Huh. Wow, im clingy.
I threw my phone on my bed and leaned on my spinning chair and stared at the wall. Don't worry, Kim, nothing is going to happen. Nothing is going to happen..
A loud beat interrupted my thoughts. I turned my head and faced the window. I see the Troye Hunter, nodding his head to some loud Nirvana songs. I hate him so much, ugh.
Troye Hunter is pretty MUCH the definition of douche bag. He takes girls' v- cards and leaves them the next day for another one. Although, right now hes in a relationship with Athena Mitchell, the head cheerleader, and they've been together for a pretty long time now.. Maybe he actually fell in love. Pfft, doubt it.
He's a dark and mysterious bad boy; a troublemaker, who smokes, and crashes, parties every day. I have no idea, why isn't he expelled yet. So, that's why I try to ignore him, even though he looks like a freaking Greek god from an Abercrombie poster. The worst part is that, he's my neighbor, and has been for 10 years. The last time I talked to the guy, was when we were like eight years old! Ever since, we never said a word to each other.
I got up from chair and stared at him out my window. Geez, I'm a stalker. He was sitting of his bed, with a guitar, nodding to the music. He was so attractive, with his blue eyes, flawless light brown hair, and muscular body.. Kim, snap out of it, you have a boyfriend! I realized I never see him smile anymore, and I don't remember what it looked like. I looked at the clock, 11:30 pm. I better go to sleep.
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Good morning! Well, not really, I'm going to find out what Jason was trying to tell me. So, bad morning? I see my best friend Sam across the school hallway. We started running up to each other.
"Hey, bestie!"
"Sup."
"Sup? Someone's not in the mood today.." She rolls her eyes at me.
