Carl Gallagher, the black wannabe, the white gang member and boy who sold guns at your school, was in love with you.

He wanted you bad, he’d usually try to charm you with flirting and catcalling. But this time was different.

Everyone was scared of him and he was known as White boy Carl.

You had just finished cheer practice and saw Carl staring, like always. He went up to you with a box and opened it revealing a diamond necklace.

“What ya say cutie?”

He smirked looking at you.