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Spencer King was someone not to be messed with. Jules Meyers was someone who didn't care what people thought of her. When the two get paired in a chemistry project, all hell breaks loose. "You think that you can intimidate me into submission. Buddy, you have another thing coming." I laugh as we are now chest to chest, glaring daggers into each other's eyes. "One thing you should know about me, I'm not like those bimbos. I actually stick up for myself." "You have some balls," Spencer says. He studies me. "Too bad I don't like balls." He frowns before pouring a whole cup from the soda fountain on my head. I stand there, wet and sticky, just staring at Spencer. Unable to comprehend what the hell just happened. "You should really learn your place in this world." He says fake pouting at me. "It'll be a shame to see what else that pretty mouth of yours will get you into." That was when I snapped. Rankings: # 555 cool # 234 grunge # 83 chemistry # 19 rocker # 921 newstory # 192 badboynextdoor # 968 boyband # 235 biker
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