Synopsis

A Jerkwad doesn't do anything but get on your nerves. They don't stop glaring. They don't smile if it's not mocking. They don't do anything but look hot and act like their name.

That's why it's a sin To Kiss a JERKWAD.

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I yawned and leaned in, one elbow on the desk and my hand supporting my chin. Eventually, I started drifting off, almost falling out of my chair when the doors opened loudly and in strutted the blue eyed devil himself.

If I was fashionably late, then he was even more so and he pulled every single gaze in the room. The class seemed to be lost in admiration, like 2Pac himself just came out of hiding.

The blue-eyed devil had a satisfied smirk on his face, one that wilted into to a scowl as soon as those eyes landed on me. The room went dead silent as he headed for the back of the classroom-right for me.

My breath hitched in my throat and I looked up at him with wide eyes, surprised at the bold approach.

"Move."

It wasn't a request, it was an order and anger was filtering into my bloodstream like bad drugs.

Who the hell does this guy think he is?

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[⚠️ SMUT WARNING⚠️]

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