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REBECCA P.O.V
I walked out of my black Volkswagen Arteon, to match my soul, and walked into my highschool. I was immediately greeted by my 2 best friends, Katlyn and Emily. As you would expect, girls these days would run to you with open arms, screaming, saying things like, "OMG, you would not believe what happened yesterday!" But I, however, pick the right people. So our meeting went a little like this:

A/N: MY FIRST KISS WENT A LITTLE LIKE THIS! (Sorry I had to)

They walked towards me calmly, bags of white powder and dried green leaves in their fists.
They were both wearing different colored tank tops tucked in some short shorts.

"Hey, bitch. I got this stuff from Jammie the other night. I had to fuck him to get it for free though," Katlyn stated, her face blank.

"I tried it, it is one of the best," Emily said, mirroring Katlyn's expression.

I cleared my throat, to make sure I don't choke on my own tears.

"Let me take a bag of each, K. I might sell some at the party coming up," I said, tuning my voice to maximum confidence and shifting my legs until they are on the maximum sexy level.

She handed me the bags, silently, then they both walked away.

I don't know why I call them my best friends, I haven't told them anything about me, and vise versa. We practically only know each other's names. Hell, we might even forget it sometimes.

I guess it's because it's really hard for me to let people in. Scratch that. I don't let people in at all.

I swaggered into the building, making sure to sway hips back and forth and do the same for my arms; this was vital in order to keep my badass mask on.

"Ohh, mama! Lookin' good, aren't we?" Some random boy said. I glared at him.

Multiple whistles came from around me, so I turned around and yelled: "Y'all need to shut the fuck up before I do it for you!" I said, throwing my hands up for exaggeration.

"How you gonna do that, huh?" A boy from the back of the hallway yelled.

"I'm gonna chop your dick off and feed to you," I said, with a straight face, then shot him and icy smile and walked away.

Multiple "ooo"s erupted from all around me as I entered my class, throwing my bag onto the desk in the far right corner and throwing my legs onto my bag while leaning back on my chair.

That's when Ethan, the school sweetheart, came in. All girls practically drool over him, since he was the most handsome boys  in the school and was one of the few who don't fuck and dump. He had short, brown hair messily thrown onto his face, brown eyes the sometimes turned green, and a jawline you can cut metal with.

He calmly put his bag on a desk at the front, sat down politely, then turned back to smile at me.

I glared back, causing that smile to wipe off his face.

Then the class started pilling in, chatting to each other noisily, but once their eyes shifted to me, fear crossed their eyes and the room filled with silence, then they all cleared their throats in unison and went to their seats.

I smirked to myself, before Mr. Stewart walked in.

"Good morning, class. May I please have your assignments?" He said, smoothly. He practiced that line way too many times.

He passed by every desk, then when he came to mine, he glanced at my feet. I didn't move them.

"'May I have your assignment, Rebecca?" He asked.

"What assignment?" I replied, confused. I knew exactly what he was taking about.

He takes a deep breath. "The one about whales?"

"Oh, I didn't do it," I simply stated, shrugging my shoulders and looking forward.

He just stood there.

"Are you gonna leave me alone anytime soon, Gerald?" I snapped my head in my 70 year old teacher's direction, anger raising in my voice.

"I do not appreciate you tone with me, Rebecca. I suggest you lower you voice," he said calmly, fury daring to erupt from his green eyes.

I chuckled. "What are you going to do then, tell me to go to the headmaster's office?"

"Yes actually. I am expecting you to do that now," he said, then sent me an icy smile.

"Thanks! I wanted out of this dumbass classroom anyway. Your funky breath was becoming too much to handle," I said, grabbing my bag and walking out the door.

I heard the class erupt in laughter as I slammed the door behind me and started walking out of the gates. There was no way in hell I was going to go to the headmaster's office by will. That women looks disgusting: with her long, pointy nose; short brown hair; wrinkles and acne all over her face, and her thick, dark rimmed glasses. One look towards Miss Mills will probably make you choke on your own vomit.

By the time my thoughts came to an end, I was already in front of my car. I turned it on and was about to pull my door open when I felt a hand grab mine, and pull it off of my car handle.

"Hey, mama. Looking sexy today, but those shorts would look better on my bedroom floor," a mysterious boy whispered in my ear from behind me, before I turned around to face him.

Grayson Dolan.

He was Ethan's twin, but was different from him in every way possible. He had blonde hair, slicked back, and instead on Ethan, he was the fuckboy of the school. Any girl your eyes land on; he had fucked her before. All except for me. That's kinda why he was chasing me. I was the badass after all, and there was no way I was falling for those man-whores.

A/N: I know he went brunette again.

"Fuck of, dickbag, I ain't got time for your shit," I say, annoyed, opening my car door again.

"Not even a quickie?" He smirked. I stepped in my car door, shooting daggers at him.

"If you don't move away from my car I will run you over," I say, mouth closed, anger flowing out of my voice.

"I would like to see you try, princess," he laughs.

I glare at him one more time before shutting my door and speeding off.

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A/N: Hey guys! I can't believe I got 15
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