《My best friends boyfriend》Not that bad.
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V: "hey abb I'm outside your house"
A: "ok, I'm coming. You don't have to have your tits in a bundle"
V: "just hurry up hoe"
We laugh into the phone
I hang up and start to get dressed. Yay another boring day. Literally nothing happens to me at school or home. I don't even have a love life, or something exciting to do. I'm the type of girl that likes to party, but no one really knows me except for my best friend Victoria. We're practically like sisters.
I go out the door and into her car.
V: "it took you long enough"
A: "hey it took me a while to think of this outfit"
V: "you literally wear that biker jacket all the time"
A: "so?"
I smile
V: "bitch"
She mumbles
I chuckle
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We arrive to the hell hole school, and get out of the car.
Like the usual the jocks, the basic bitches, the stoners, the makeup geeks, and then there's me and Victoria outsiders. Well me mostly not Victoria, she's miss popular, and I'm miss weird girl. We're total opposites she's a girly-girl. I'm. well badass girl.
(Bell rings)
V: "got to go to class bye"
K: "bye"
I walk to my class, and go to my usual seat. The back. I like the back mostly because people don't see me.
Teacher: "ok class we're going to have a project that's about why we have labels in our school"
Just my luck
Teacher: "so I'm going to pair you guys in twos."
She goes on her roster, and says the name for the paired partners
Now I have to be with a dumbass for a month. I usually do all the work, and the other one just puts their name on it. I just want school to be over by now.
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Teacher: "umm. Abby with Devin"
Really supposedly the schools "hot jock". Even the trash can is better than him. I rather have a fake bitch then him. And that's saying something.
Teacher: "ok so go to the person that's your partner"
Devin looks at me, grabs his stuff, and comes towards me, and sits down.
D: "hi"
A: "hi"
D: "de-"
A: "Devin. I know"
D: "what's your name?"
A: "she literally said it like two minutes ago"
D: "I'm not good with names"
A: "I'm Abby"
D: "short for?"
A: "nothing"
We both chuckle.
I guess he's not that bad.
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