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Jerks

That class was only the worse. At least in all my other classes, the teachers realize I don’t enjoy talking and ignore me. I’d really rather that than to hear the whispers. Oh and to deal with the jerks.

Walking down the hall, someone pulled my long, brown hair, laughing. “Hey, Gracie Grace. Wanna have a chat?â€? Oh God, it’s Spencer. The quote-on-quote hottest jerk I’ve ever known. He’s so good-looking; he could probably have made me talk to him, if he wasn’t such a jerk.

I quickened my pace to get away from his luring voice. What is wrong with hot guys? Do they think just because they’re hot that they can stomp all over people’s feelings?

Well, if only Spencer knew my feelings. In fact, he probably does, he caused them oh so many weeks ago. He’s probably forgotten by now though. I mean, how many one nights can the high school hottie have and remember?

Well, it was more of a find a random girl at a party and have random fun. Then forget about it.

So yeah, smart girls can screw up too.

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