Ellie Wilson aims and hopes to end her school's unfair social and unjust separation.
But she can't do that without meddling with the school's bad boys.
Phoenix Mason Ash and Jake Paul.
~*~
"Well, girls like 'bad boys with freckles'." He defends.
"...
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"Holy." Amy says.
"Shit." I say, feeling all the colour drain from my face.
The waiter walks away, leaving a string of silence behind him. Gulping, Amy and I watch as Phoenix and Jake make their way from their table, to ours.
"We can still make a run for it you know." I whisper into Amy's ear.
"Too late." She whispers back as both boys sit in our booth across from us.
"Ladies." Jake greets politely.
Very unusual.
Especially for Brantford High school's f*ckboy.
I remain silent, hoping that Amy does the talking.
But alas, shit never goes my way.
When neither of us respond, the boys try again.
Well, Jake does. Phoenix remains quite, staring at me. And his dark brown eyes, in contrast of his dirty blonde hair, drill holes into the centre of my eye. Creating somewhat of a new pupil.
Call me a nerd if you must.
"Glad to see you enjoyed the BTL's we got for you." Jake says—trying to start a conversation.
Keyword, trying.
I sit there, trying to figure out what these two guys are doing here. I mean—they are Preces. And Amy and I— well, we are just mere Outcasts.
"We're full, but thank you." I spit venomously, getting up.
But alas, once again, shit never goes my way; as my stomach grumbles in hunger.
