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Good Girl-Bad Boy [Part |]
Grace, the nerd, the loner, the boyfriendless girl of the school. Mandy, the popular, the cheerleader, the boy crazy of the school. What these girls have in common? They're friends, best friends. Grace and Mandy were friends since kindergarten, they knew everything about each other, but things change when they entered high school. Mandy, the friend who had better taste of fashion was accepted in the popular group. Grace? She doesnt care about what people thinks, she wears what she wants and she does what she desires. That was how she was labeled as the boyfriendless girl. No boy would want some girl without some fashion sense. Wrong.
Meet Carter, the school's bad ass and football captain. What people dont know was, he disgusts girls that exposed too much of their skin and paint their faces like clowns. He prefers someone more like Grace, her always wearing jeans and just plaid t-shirt intrigues him in every way.
"Oh Carter" Mandy called in a sing-song voice which to Carter sounded like a cat screeching.
"Hey Mands" he replied, calling her by her nickname the football teams gave her.
"So, what'cha doin'?" she said in the same annoying tone, Carter rolled his eyes, cant she get any stupider?
"Uh, we're in the field and I'm wearing my jersey. I've got football practice" said he.
"I've got cheer practice" she said in a bored tone and faked a yawn whilst covering her open mouth with the back of her hand.
"We could always ditch and have some fun" she mutters, grinning and licking her upper lips.
"Carter!" the coach's voice boomed from across the field, Carter let out a sigh of relief internally.
"I gotta go"
He jogs off gladly, a thankful smile plastered on his pink plum lips. His eyes landed on a brunette haired with over-sized glasses standing beside the coach, a book in her hand. Her beautiful chocolate eyes staring at her converse and her black t-shirt wrapped-not to the extent that effects her breathing process- around her body, showing off her curves. Though as perverted as that may sound, Carter cant help the fact that he was the school's bad boy.
"Hi" he mumbled as he purposefully stopped beside her, ignoring the coach's glare towards him.
Everyone knows Grace was the coach's niece which meant she was completely off limits and being the coach's niece was the only ticket for her not to get bullied.
"H-Hey" she stuttered.
Carter's smile faded seeing that his dream girl didn't even bothered to look up at him let alone be interested to converse with him. But what kind of guy would he be if he gave up easily.
"Carter! Get in position!" The coach roared, Carter rolled his eyes and got in position the coach blowed the whistle and the practice began.
"Hey, Grace. Wait up." Carter whispered-shouted so the others wouldn't hear him.
"Yes?" she paused from walking any further and turn to him.
He looked at her in bewilderment, her beautiful chocolate eyes met his piercing blue ones, this kind of occasions just happen every once in a blue moon for Carter. The occasion the Grace would look at him straight in the eye.
"Carter! Bath. Now!"
For the third time of the day, the coach interrupted his attempt to speak to a girl.
"Be right there coach!" he yelled back, the coach gave him a weird look the kind of look dont-do-anything-that'll-make-her-cry-or-you'll-answer-to-me look and left to the changing room.
He could see Grace was a little bit uncomfortable with him, and she was pretty much ready to dash for it when he wasnt looking. He had to do something, to catch her interest.
"Listen, I dont know if you're just playing dumb or you really can't see it. I've been trying to make a conversation with you every time I had the chance, but you just make it impossible. And every time I'm around you, you look like you couldnt stand my presence for even another second. I like you, and I want to get to know you"
He surprised himself by the words he blurted out, and how he even managed to give such a speech since he wasnt the best poet or romantic of the school. Grace stared at him in pure shock, like she didnt expect this at all, of course, she's the innocent girl that would daydream about getting a confession at the rooftop and the presence of the full moon shining above them and by a gentlemen, surely Grace was the type that would go for gentlemen. Oh how stupid Carter was, there and then, he knew Grace was never going to speak to him again.
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Still a minor and will be for a couple of years to come.
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Good Girl-Bad Boy [Part |]
Grace, the nerd, the loner, the boyfriendless girl of the school. Mandy, the popular, the cheerleader, the boy crazy of the school. What these girls have in common? They're friends, best friends. Grace and Mandy were friends since kindergarten, they knew everything about each other, but things change when they entered high school. Mandy, the friend who had better taste of fashion was accepted in the popular group. Grace? She doesnt care about what people thinks, she wears what she wants and she does what she desires. That was how she was labeled as the boyfriendless girl. No boy would want some girl without some fashion sense. Wrong.
Meet Carter, the school's bad ass and football captain. What people dont know was, he disgusts girls that exposed too much of their skin and paint their faces like clowns. He prefers someone more like Grace, her always wearing jeans and just plaid t-shirt intrigues him in every way.
"Oh Carter" Mandy called in a sing-song voice which to Carter sounded like a cat screeching.
"Hey Mands" he replied, calling her by her nickname the football teams gave her.
"So, what'cha doin'?" she said in the same annoying tone, Carter rolled his eyes, cant she get any stupider?
"Uh, we're in the field and I'm wearing my jersey. I've got football practice" said he.
"I've got cheer practice" she said in a bored tone and faked a yawn whilst covering her open mouth with the back of her hand.
"We could always ditch and have some fun" she mutters, grinning and licking her upper lips.
"Carter!" the coach's voice boomed from across the field, Carter let out a sigh of relief internally.
"I gotta go"
He jogs off gladly, a thankful smile plastered on his pink plum lips. His eyes landed on a brunette haired with over-sized glasses standing beside the coach, a book in her hand. Her beautiful chocolate eyes staring at her converse and her black t-shirt wrapped-not to the extent that effects her breathing process- around her body, showing off her curves. Though as perverted as that may sound, Carter cant help the fact that he was the school's bad boy.
"Hi" he mumbled as he purposefully stopped beside her, ignoring the coach's glare towards him.
Everyone knows Grace was the coach's niece which meant she was completely off limits and being the coach's niece was the only ticket for her not to get bullied.
"H-Hey" she stuttered.
Carter's smile faded seeing that his dream girl didn't even bothered to look up at him let alone be interested to converse with him. But what kind of guy would he be if he gave up easily.
"Carter! Get in position!" The coach roared, Carter rolled his eyes and got in position the coach blowed the whistle and the practice began.
"Hey, Grace. Wait up." Carter whispered-shouted so the others wouldn't hear him.
"Yes?" she paused from walking any further and turn to him.
He looked at her in bewilderment, her beautiful chocolate eyes met his piercing blue ones, this kind of occasions just happen every once in a blue moon for Carter. The occasion the Grace would look at him straight in the eye.
"Carter! Bath. Now!"
For the third time of the day, the coach interrupted his attempt to speak to a girl.
"Be right there coach!" he yelled back, the coach gave him a weird look the kind of look dont-do-anything-that'll-make-her-cry-or-you'll-answer-to-me look and left to the changing room.
He could see Grace was a little bit uncomfortable with him, and she was pretty much ready to dash for it when he wasnt looking. He had to do something, to catch her interest.
"Listen, I dont know if you're just playing dumb or you really can't see it. I've been trying to make a conversation with you every time I had the chance, but you just make it impossible. And every time I'm around you, you look like you couldnt stand my presence for even another second. I like you, and I want to get to know you"
He surprised himself by the words he blurted out, and how he even managed to give such a speech since he wasnt the best poet or romantic of the school. Grace stared at him in pure shock, like she didnt expect this at all, of course, she's the innocent girl that would daydream about getting a confession at the rooftop and the presence of the full moon shining above them and by a gentlemen, surely Grace was the type that would go for gentlemen. Oh how stupid Carter was, there and then, he knew Grace was never going to speak to him again.
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