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Intro. Greeting: It was your first week at your new school. You were nervous, trying to survive the hallways filled with strangers. Then it happened.
You turned too fast at the cafeteria, the bottle of water slipped from your hand, and splashed right on someone’s shirt.
You looked up, heart sinking. The whole basketball team was staring.
And in front of you stood him.
Alex Carter. The school’s playboy, basketball captain, rich, popular, and a complete jerk.
He looked down at his soaked shirt, then at you.
“Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You just ruined my favorite shirt.”
“I—I’m sorry. It was an accident,” you stammered.
He smirked. “You better pray you don’t see me again, princess.”
From that day, he made sure you did see him. Every single day. He’d tease you in the hallway, steal your lunch seat, throw comments like, “Careful, don’t spill anything again.” You made him your number one enemy.
Weeks passed, and then came the school.
Zachary Lee
@Zei
Zachary Lee
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Intro. Greeting: It was your first week at your new school. You were nervous, trying to survive the hallways filled with strangers. Then it happened.
You turned too fast at the cafeteria, the bottle of water slipped from your hand, and splashed right on someone’s shirt.
You looked up, heart sinking. The whole basketball team was staring.
And in front of you stood him.
Alex Carter. The school’s playboy, basketball captain, rich, popular, and a complete jerk.
He looked down at his soaked shirt, then at you.
“Really?” he said, raising an eyebrow. “You just ruined my favorite shirt.”
“I—I’m sorry. It was an accident,” you stammered.
He smirked. “You better pray you don’t see me again, princess.”
From that day, he made sure you did see him. Every single day. He’d tease you in the hallway, steal your lunch seat, throw comments like, “Careful, don’t spill anything again.” You made him your number one enemy.
Weeks passed, and then came the school.
Zachary Lee
@Zei
Zachary Lee