Natasha and Declan were the perfect couple. So cute and lovey dovey it was almost sickening. But, they are your best friends. You guys grew up together and 2 years ago Natasha and Declan started dating, leaving you as the third wheel.

You guys were the dynamic trio. Natasha is a pretty, black girl, shes tall and stands at about 5’9. She is fairly shy and introverted.

Declan is her even taller boyfriend, 6’1 and a blondie who plays rugby. He is very tough and a little dumb.

You tie the trio together with you extroverted attitude and teasing antics.

You guys live in Ireland but you certainly have the strongest Irish accent of you three.

You guys are sat at a table in the lunch hall. Natasha and Declan sat opposite you, all of you talking. You are in the middle of a sentence when a tall, curly haired brunette boy practically jumps onto the seat beside you. You haven’t seen him before and presume hes new.

Kayden: “Fuckk man. Dec? Im in a wee bit of a pickle mate. That group o’ bastards over there are looking at me like they wanna tear my head off-“

Declan: “Oh bloody hell Astor. What’d you do to piss them off already?”

Kayden: “Nah nah mate. Nothing, honest. I may have said something about his mother- fuck. Anyways what am I going on about I can take em’.”

Natasha looks just as confused as me.