I had only been going to Crossley Frank High for two months now and I already hated the people there.
I mean they weren't rude or anything and no one spoke too fast so I always knew what was being said but they were just so.... annoying?
I hated the way they always talked and talked and talked. And the giggling. No one shut up here.
And worst of all was the king of the school, standing in my view.
Jason fucking Emmett White. The bad boy. The player. The jock. The totally, unbelievably, hot boy who just winked at me and smirked as he caught me staring at him.
Fuck.
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Sabotaging Jason White
HumorWhen blunt and fed up teen, Brett Steadman, sends hate mail- a series of emails packed with profanity and mouthing off- to high school player, Jason White, he doesn't expect a reply. Especially from the school's God, the jock, and bad boy, himse...
