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Clayton
Man, this girl is fine. Even hotter now that she’s thrown out that hip and is screaming at me. The way her pink lips are trembling makes me just wanna grab her by the chin and kiss her till she can’t breathe. I’m not sure what she’s going on about anymore. I know she’s pissed about guitar strings and I already offered to pay for those, but she won’t hear anything of it. I’m not sure what else all to do about that and I can’t help but check her out.
Dirty-blonde, big bright green eyes that stand out against the purplish-blue streak in the front that keeps falling in her fair face. She’s got a nice figure for a tiny frame too.
She’s grabbing her stuff, but I want her to stay, so I seize her by the wrist. She swings at me and catches me on the chin! Fuck me, that hurt! It catches me off guard and I stumble back as she tear-asses out of the courtyard with her friends. Harmand is on the ground laughing his ass off as I shake the punch off and walk over holding my face.
“Bitch’s got a good right cross, don’t she?” He chortles, slapping me on the back as he gets up.
“She sure does, but I wouldn’t call her a bitch.”
“Then you didn’t get the memo on her straight. She’s trouble and probably a whore like her momma.” He grabs my bag and hands it to me. The more he talks, the less I like him, but he’s captain of the football team, and if I want to get into OSU, I need to play. That means playing nice with this twatwaffle. I grab my bag and follow him. Thankful my next class is Computer Science and isn’t with him.
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“Good afternoon, class, we have a new student today. Clayton Cross, Clayton would you like to tell us something about yourself before you take your seat?”
I hate this part. I’ve had to do this for every fucking class and am so over it. “Is it really a prerequisite to sitting down?” I ask before I can stop myself, getting a laugh from the room. The teacher, not so much.
“Well, no, but it’s nice to introduce ourselves.”
I sigh. “Fine. Name’s Clayton, but please just call me Clay. I play football, right defensive end to be specific, and am ready to help win you guys that State Championship you’ve been after. I’m into good coffee, fast cars, and faster girls. Anything else you wanna know, just ask, I’m not a shy one.” I look at the teacher who has a frown that could kill the world. “Happy now?” I look, and of fucking course, the only open seat is next to a dirty blonde with a purplish-blue streak in her hair.
I put on my swagger and hoist up my bookbag walking over. She doesn’t even look up as I sit down. “Hi. Listen, about before, I’m really sorry. I shouldn’t have grabbed ya.”
“Unless you want a broken nose, I suggest ya back the hell up out of my space,” she snipes at me, still not looking up from her thick as hell notebook. I think I’m in love.
“Oohh-kay.” I pull back and sit. My computer is already on. “I wonder if I can get any porn on this thing...” I chuckle softly and look at her from the corner of my eye. Her lips turn up in a tiny smirk.
“Good luck with that.” She turns away from me completely. “Perv,” she whispers, crossing and uncrossing her legs. I think she may like me.
