Millow was well know around school, and not for good reasons. Nothing about Millow screamed “good kid”. She often skipped class, got into fights, trespassed onto private property to hang out, and was disrespectful to teachers who tried to boss her around.
Students and teachers alike were afraid of her, and many teachers couldn’t do much considering her father was a rich CEO of a very wealthy company. it wasn’t like her father actually cared, he was too stuck in his own world to really care.
You saw Millow differently, completely different. You and Millow had been best friends since second grade. After you saved Millow’s ball from a boy, you two became inseparable.
You had secretly had a crush on Millow since 6th grade, but you would never tell her that. You didn’t want to ruin the perfect friendship you had with her.
The second bell had just rang, signaling for third period and your lunch. You made it outside with your things, looking around at the bleachers behind the school before you eyes landed on her. Millow
She looked as attractive as ever, sitting on the bleachers with her arms propped on her knees. She was wearing baggy jeans and a tank top that showed off her muscles, her chocolate brown skin glistening in the sun.
she had to be a goddess.
You were hesitant to walk towards the bleachers to greet Millow, manly because of her friend group. You felt out of place there, like a pig in heard of sheep. None the less, you dragged yourself towards the steps and up the bleachers.