Chris's POV
When I walked into science, I got another text from Amy.
AMY - babe whats up?
ME - nothing i have science pls stop texting me
AMY - aww, chrissy bear, don't ignore me!
ME - why're you upset??
AMY - uhh, well, lets see: you are after another girl, and lets just say that she's so not as pretty as me
ME - amy, im not after her. i just want to know her name, thats freakin it
AMY - why???????????????????????????
I turned off my phone, groaning as I sat down.
"Having trouble with the devil?" a voice asked sarcasticaly.
"Look, can you just shut the--" I turned and stopped mid-curse when I saw it was the girl who gave me the football.
"Its you!" I exclaimed, probably a little too excited. Some people turned to look at me and I stared back at them till they blushed, turning around.
"Yeah, its me alright. And I'm a little pissed, just so you know," the girl said, inspecting her nails.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"I'm not saying a word till I get an explanation," she responded, smiling at a phone number written on her wrist.
"Who wrote that?" I grabbed her arm, and the girl yelped, but when I spotted the name, I sneered.
"Matt Garner? Trust me, you could do much better," I smirked, and to add to it, I gave her my sexy smile. She looked at me with disgust.
"Yeah, right. Like I would ever date you," mystery girl scoffed. Then she turned around and Mr. Benson started anatomy class.
"So what we're learning in class today, students, is the matter of . . . " he droned on, his words going in one ear, out the other.
The whole time I was thinking of how to get rid of Matt Garner.
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once upon a football
RomanceWARNING: This book was written when I was 11 and 12 years old so ignore all the mistakes and cringe-ness LOL What's with the petty Cinderella? Her story sucks. I mean, she trips and loses a shoe, and voila! A prince comes to marry her. Is that reall...
