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“Not much,” I said. “Where’s Randy?” Even if I met Eve again, I couldn’t have a perfect fairy tale ending. shit what the hell were they doing upstairs, she is mine damm it sky!!i was getting mad. and lucas notice .

”shit”he said in a low voice.”men you already fell for her.”he said whispering to me. “Yes. Thank you.” I said as he held out a seat for me. “Hmmm,” She hummed as she tapped a fingernail to her lips, “Must’ve been about a week ago. Right?

” She asked Micheal with a smile.

“ Mr. Marx? Do you believe girls are only good for giving head, and sexual pleasures?

” I asked raising an eyebrow. I saw his eyes widened and I nodded my head. “ That’s why I kicked his ass,” I smirked.

Mr. Marx waved me off, and I started to run down the halls, and I turned the corner, and stood against the wall, and looked down at my fists. One of them was bleeding. Damn I must of hit him real fucking hard. I groaned, and started to shake my hands, and I walked into the bathroom, and turned on the water, and slowly put my hands underneath the water, and groaned because it stung.

I turned the water off, and looked at my knuckles.

Im gonna have some bruising, and redness, and it’s going to hurt for a while. I walked out of the bathroom, and made my way to my last class. Gym. I walked into the girls changing rooms, and a teacher was their handing out the uniforms.

She handed me mine, and I walked over to a locker, and examined them and my jaw dropped. I am not! I repeat not wearing this! They were black short shorts, and a black sports bra, with a white over shirt that was see threw! I looked at the little skanky outfit, and groaned.

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