《The Gangleader and Me ✅✔ (Completed)》Meeting The Queen Slut.
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"Mr. Chase, please take a seat. And you miss, please introduce yourself and something you like about the school." The teacher said and Chase took a seat at the back with no other than the big asshole and the other walking skyscrapers.
"Miss introduce yourself and something you like about the school." The teacher said annoyingly as she saw me rolling my eyes.
Like honestly how does that even concern her? I just came to this school and I hate everything plus everyone.
"My name is Ashley Sky." I presumed.
"And something you like about the school, girl." This girl with blonde hair and grayish green eyes snap at me and I gave her my most bitter smile.
I am very surprise that no one doesn't knows me yet. Like seriously? I am Ashley Sky. My father is Richie Sky, and he's a millionaire plus celebrity, and he also owns six most popular fashion company in New York city.
And they still don't know me!
"Calm down Jessica." The teacher said and this Jessica bitch rolled her eyes.
"Please just take a seat Ashley." The teacher said and I nod with pleasure.
As I walked past three rows and was about to past this Jessica, someone tripped me. I fell to the ground very willingly for the attentions and the class laughs.
"Bitch!" I mumbled.
I got up and pushed back my hair behind my ears. I looked beside me and saw Jessica smirking with guilt on her face. My hands made fists but I wasn't angry at all and I was only trying to stay calm.
I bend down and I took up my belongings. If today wasn't the first day of school, I would beat that smirk off her face. I took a seat before Chase and behind a smirking Jessica.
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"Miss Ashley. Are you okay?" The teacher asked.
"Do you see something wrong with me?" I asked bluntly.
"Yeah your attitude, so you better fix it before I send you to the principal office." The teacher said bluntly.
"Yes ma'am." I smiled as I rocked to the sides in my chair like a kid. Some students chuckled and the Asshole stared at me as if I was stupid. I rolled my eyes at that point.
"Do you want to come to the front?" The teacher asked and I sighed. Gosh! This teacher is annoying!
"No, miss. I am fine." I said, and she slowly nods before turning back to whatever she was writing on the board.
"Oh, look. She's being sassy." Jessica said as she eyed me up and down and some students laughed. Like seriously? How is that sassy?
"What a whore?" I muttered to loud and she spins around.
"What did you just call me?" She glared at me and I raised an eyebrow at her tone.
"Jessica, just shut the fuck up already!" The Asshole growls and the room went silent. Isn't he supposed to get detention for that because I am very sure the teacher heard?
Okay. This is getting weirder and weirder. This morning he was mad with me for parking in his spot and now he is being I don't even know what. He's really destruction!
I looked beside me and I saw a chocolate hair girl with a bottle of water and her desk. As soon as I saw the bottle of water an idea pops up in my head and I smirked.
"Um, can I borrow this water, please?" I asked nicely and she nodded.
I took it up and pulled it open, then duck it on Jessica's head. I quickly locked it and put it down on my desk, as I saw Jessica jumping up out of her seat. She turns around and she glared at me.
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"Bitch, why did you do that?" She screamed and I was like 'What! She called me a Bitch?'
"Slut, what did I do?" I snapped, and she with the majority of the class gasp. I guess they all weren't expecting that come-back.
"What did you just call me?" She screamed and I chuckled.
"A slut." I stood up and she screeches. Wow! Where did that bird came from?
"What the hell is going on in here?" The teacher yelled.
"Miss, she just spilled a bottle of water on me." Jessica said while she points to me.
"Is that true, Ashley?" The teacher asked.
"No miss. She's just being sassy." I said mockingly while some students laughed.
"Miss Jessica, go to the bathroom and do whatever." The teacher said annoyed and went back to what she was doing again. Jessica glared at me before she went through the door. I look at the girl who I "borrow" the bottle of water from.
"I will buy it back." I said as I sat down in my seat.
"It's okay. I didn't really need it." She said and I smiled extraordinary before I started to write the notes.
"Um, Ashley. What did you say, your last name was again?" The teacher interrupted me and I sighed. Look like her ears weren't working properly!
"Sky." I said.
"Like in 'the' Sky?" She said and she put some gestures on the word 'the'. Is she serious?
"Miss. Not the sky above." I said bluntly and some students laughed.
"No, I didn't mean that." She said.
"Then what do you mean?" I asked, while a smirk was playing on my lips.
"Your father." She said.
"Oh, Yes. My father is Richie Sky and I just happens to be his only daughter. Ashley sky." I said and some students look shocked. I guess they heard of that name before.
"Oh, my, god. I am so happy to be your teacher." She smiled at me.
"Whatever." I said bluntly and she grins. Now she's being cheesy with me?
"I didn't thought his daughter would have been a bitch." The Asshole informed me and his friends chuckled.
"Just shut up." I warned him, and he glared at me while his friends along with some students chuckle.
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