YOU'RE DEBUT (16 YEARS OLD - JUNIOR YEAR/GRADE 10)!

School sucks. The popular cheerleaders with straight blonde hair hanging off their football boyfriends arm. The large groups of friends and busy chatter in the cafeteria... You could pnly dream of this. You prefered to sit on your own at lunch, with only a few close friends, and you spent time focusing on your schoolwork rather than trying to find a boyfriend.

Unfortunately, every day this one group of girls, Kim, Aimee, and Brittany, would pick on you. Calling you 'spaghetti hair', 'nerd', and a bunch of other insults. They shouldn't get to you, but they did.

As usual, one afternoon you can come from school and immediately ran up to your room. Tears were streaming down your face and you slammed your door, the sound echoing through the house you shared with 10 other eras.

Reputation, despite being cold and rude to everyone, had a love-hate relationship with you. She would call you names and roll ehr eyes at you endlessly, but the second someone else did it to you... They were in trouble. She followed you up the stairs. After she finished kissing Lover of course.

"Debut. Why are you crying?" Reputation asked, her tone not soft but not as rude and cold as usual.

"I swear to god if those f-cking kids at school did something. They better sleep with one goddamn eye open." Reputation growled, leaning against your bedroom door as she got more and more worked up.