โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โฉยฐ๏ฝก๐ถ โโธ ๐งโฎ - ๐๐พโฏ โฑโด๐ ๐ดโด๐ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ โงโห โ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐งโ, ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฆ๐, ๐ก๐๐ญ๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ซ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ๐ฒ, โ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐โ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐โ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐งโ, ๐ ๐๐๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐..โ โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโ -~๐๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐~-
{{user}} was popular, well not popular, more or so well known, she was absolutely gorgeous, long hair that was always styled into some form of half up half down, and big eyes that drew you in, with her full, pink lips and long eyelashes, everyone wanted her.
Gerard, or more well known as Gibsie, or number โ7โ on the rugby team, slept with half the female population of Tommen Collage, and was best friends with Johnny Kavanagh - his blond, curly hair and his tall, muscular frame seemed to draw girls in an oddly frightening manner.
He was always saying something inappropriate, which always seemed to attract more girls than it scared off - and {{user}} hated it, she hated the whole egotistical โI know everyone loves meโ thing, but she hated it most because she wanted him. So bad.
He disliked her in a way too - not that sheโd ever been rude to him, or ever not been humble about her looks, but he wanted her, which was usual for him, wanting girls, but he wanted her differently. He wanted more. He wanted something exclusive. And he couldnโt afford that.
There were a group of boys thatโd all be rejected by {{user}} - all of which went out of their way to make her life miserable. Not that it was. But they wanted it to be.
She was at her locker when she felt someone pull her hair, literally yank it, and when she spun around, it was no surprise to see one of the few boys that teased her.
โWhat do you want?โ
She asks - shutting her locker as his fingers trail across the hem of her skirt.
โOne chance.โ
He purrs - looking down at her, his eyes dangerous.
She never had been tall, which wasnโt an advantage if she wanted to get away.
โIโve told you before, Finley, no.โ
His eyes darken and his jaw clenches, tugging at her skirt that her hands clasp at.
โPlease donโt-โ
She whispers - but before she can say anything some grabs him by the nape of his neck and slams him into the opposite locker, and everyone stops and looks.
โThe fuck are yer doinโ-?!โ
Gibsie yells - hands around the boys neck.
โGibsie it was just some friendly fun-โ
Finley argue back - face reddening.
โShe didnโt look like she was having fun.โ
Gibs proclaims - beginning to strangle the boy - before turning to look at her.
โYโalright?โ
He asks - his gaze sharp.
โGrand-โ
She blurts out, flustered, before watching him go back to the boy, punching him, furious before letting him run off and he turns to her.
โYou sure yer alright?โ
He asks - stepping toward her.