Geek Turned Badass

Chapter 4

Hi guys. I know I'm an asshole for not updating. But like I said in my last authors note I've had to rewrite two chapters, and chapter five still isn't finished. But here's four hope you enjoy! Oh and I made a new cover photo. Comment and tell me if you like it.

Harley
Asher took me to pancake house for breakfast, and I've never been so happy to go out to breakfast. But sadly I'm not practically inhaling strawberry crape's anymore. I'm sitting in  Mr. Hakim's American literature  class with the worst headache. I didn't even drink that much at London's party. I had one beer and most of my second ended up on London. Speaking of. Pouring that beer over her head and seeing the look on her face felt so good. Not to mention hilarious as fuck. "Ms. Hale can you tell me what book was written by F. Scott Fitzgerald?" Mr. Hakim asked. Shit he must have noticed me zoned out. "Uh..." I thought for a second. I know this because I'm pretty sure I read the book. "Didn't he write The Great Gatsby?" I replied. "Correct but Ms. Hale I'd appreciate if you payed attention in my class." Mr. Hakim said. "Of course Mr. Hakim. My apologies it won't happen again." I said respectfully. "I should hope not. Now! Who can tell me why Fitzgerald wrote The Great Gatsby?" Mr. Hakim said and returned to the lesson. God I just wanna go home.

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I just got outta my last class of the day, and quite frankly I'm surprised I survived. I'm just ready to be home so I'm wasting no more time here. I'm putting the books I don't need back in my locker and leaving. Well at least that was the plan until now. London is following me to my car. "Who the hell do you think you are showing up at my house. For my party and kissing my boyfriend. You fatass hoe bag." London called angrily from behind me already drawing over a crowd. I plastered on a sassy smile and turned around. "Well London you know as well as me that it takes one to know one." I sassed. The anger I saw flash through her eyes would have scared me shitless before this year. "Wipe that yellow smile off your face you bitch. Before I knock your teeth out." London spat. "London honey let's be truthful. We both know that my smile is brighter than your future." I shot back. "What's going on?" Asher asked walking up. "Nothing we were just having a  friendly conversation. That's all." I smiled. "I don't believe you. Come on we got soccer practice anyway." Asher said pulling me away by my arm. Shit I forgot about soccer practice.

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When I got home from soccer. I showered and did my homework before falling into my bed and falling right asleep.

I know short chapter. I'm sorry but I hope you enjoyed. :)