Dedicated to Noorejanat , @Emilyawesome383 , @freebirdxoxo94. Thank u so much for your support. Love U !
Do you ever feel like never getting out of your bed and snuggling into the covers? No? Cause that's what I was feeling right now. But I had to leave my heaven sometime or the other and go to hell. I turned my alarm off and padded to the bathroom to get ready to go to hell. Yup it's Monday today. Yay, I am so happy.
I took a quick shower and slipped on some jeans with a dark blue top and a black cardigan as it was a bit chilly outside. I took my bag and a granola bar from the counter and went to my baby. The car roared to life and Sit still, look pretty by Daya started and I mimicked the lyrics.
All the other girls wanna wear expensive things and diamond rings
But I don't wanna be the puppet that your playing on a string
This Queen don't need a King
Oh, I don't know what you been told
But this girls right here gonna rule the world
Yeah, that is where I am gonna be
Because I wanna be
No, I don't wanna sit still look pretty.
The song ended just as I parked my baby in the parking lot. Perfect timing. I entered the hall to see its empty. Fuck I am late. I took my books from the locker and dashed to Biology class.
I opened the door to see the teacher in the middle of an explanation.
"Miss Evans you are late." He said and I replied.
"Like I care." I went to the back seat and slammed the book and opened the page number. He rambled on about how respiration is important and bullshit. I opened my phone and scrolled through Instagram. A few minutes later a received a message from Aaron.
What class do you have now?
Bio:( I replied and a ping was heard, making me reduce the volume.
I am having History.
Bless you;)
Yeah yeah laugh it off
Sure! How come you are texting me now?
Why? I can't text you baby
I read the message, a smile replacing my face and replied.
Sure you can babe. Just that I am surprised
I miss you baby
I miss you so much. I replied back trying to stifle a laugh.
Babe, no need to miss me so much. I will see you in lunch.
Sure baby.
I put my phone back inside and the bell rang. I ran out of the room and went to my locker to see the girls standing there. How come they always reach before me?
"Hey motherfucker." I swung my arm in her shoulder as I was taller than her.
"Hey bitch. Where were you?" She asked and put her books back in her locker.
"I was late." I shrugged my shoulder and pulled my books out for history class which we all had together.
"I so love Economics class." Riley cheered happily and Sam agreed.
YOU ARE READING
Loving Mr.Good Boy
Teen FictionShe is a bad girl. He is a good boy. She smokes. He hates smoking. She has fucked every guy in her school. He is a Virgin. She drinks and parties are her life. He hates parties and alcohol is not his cup of tea. Cussing is her middle name. He rarely...
