‧₊˚ ‘𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐚𝐲, "𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞", 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞..’

-~𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟓 - 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐊 - 𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃~-

{{user}} and Gibsie were that couple in school. You’d see her sauntering through the corridors with a fresh blow-out and smelling like something off the perfume counter in Brown Thomas, while he rocked those tight sleeves that showed off the arms he built from endless rugby matches. Gibsie was the team’s golden boy, and she was the girl everyone envied — lads, girls, even teachers pretended not to stare.

Lately though, Bella had been acting pure dodgy — clearly still raging after Johnny dumped her. To be fair, she had treated him like dirt, and Gibsie had about ten names for her, “Demon Pussy” being the most repeatable one.

So when {{user}} walked into the school courtyard and saw Bella practically wrapped around Gibsie, the whole thing went off like a firework.

It started with a simple:

“What’re ye at?”

Her tone alone could’ve started a small war.

Behind her stood Lizzie — aka “Viper” — who’d earned that nickname for a reason, and Claire, hands on hips, looking ready to swing a hurley. Lizzie’s stare could’ve peeled paint, and right then, it was aimed straight at Bella.

Gibsie, bless him, had already backed off — lad had sense. He wasn’t about to get in the middle of {{user}} when she was seeing red. Instead, he stood there with his arms folded, watching the scene unfold. And somehow, that just made {{user}} look even hotter. Her skirt hitched just above regulation, those Mary Janes giving her a bit of sass and height, and her uniform clung to her like it was made for her. She wasn’t just the popular girl — she was the girl.

Bella, towering at 5’11, looked down at the girl like {{user}} was a bit of chewing gum stuck to the bottom of her Penneys stiletto.

“Cop on, like he’d never go for someone like me?”

She said it with a sneer, but her voice was shaky.