02 - GERARD GIBSON

    02 - GERARD GIBSON

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    02 - GERARD GIBSON
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    โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โœฉยฐ๏ฝก๐ŸŽถ โ‹†โธœ ๐ŸŽงโœฎ - ๐’Ÿ๐’พโ„ฏ โ„ฑโ„ด๐“‡ ๐’ดโ„ด๐“Š โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” โ€งโ‚Šหš โ€˜๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ข๐งโ€™, ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ž๐ฒ๐ž๐ฌ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ž, ๐ก๐š๐ญ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ซ๐ฒ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ€™๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ, โ€˜๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ˆโ€™๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ, ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ฌ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ๐ข๐งโ€™, ๐ˆ ๐œ๐š๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐š๐Ÿ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž..โ€™ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” -~๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ๐ŸŽ๐Ÿ“ - ๐‚๐Ž๐‘๐Š - ๐ˆ๐‘๐„๐‹๐€๐๐ƒ~-

    {{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 โ€˜7โ€™ 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 โ€˜I 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 sheโ€™d 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 couldnโ€™t afford that.

    There were a group of boys thatโ€™d 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.

    โ€œWhat do you want?โ€

    She asks - shutting her locker as his fingers trail across the hem of her skirt.

    โ€œOne chance.โ€

    He purrs - looking down at her, his eyes dangerous.

    She never had been tall, which wasnโ€™t an advantage if she wanted to get away.

    โ€œIโ€™ve told you before, Finley, no.โ€

    His eyes darken and his jaw clenches, tugging at her skirt that her hands clasp at.

    โ€œPlease donโ€™t-โ€œ

    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.

    โ€œThe fuck are yer doinโ€™-?!โ€

    Gibsie yells - hands around the boys neck.

    โ€œGibsie it was just some friendly fun-โ€œ

    Finley argue back - face reddening.

    โ€œShe didnโ€™t look like she was having fun.โ€

    Gibs proclaims - beginning to strangle the boy - before turning to look at her.

    โ€œYโ€™alright?โ€

    He asks - his gaze sharp.

    โ€œGrand-โ€œ

    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.

    โ€œYou sure yer alright?โ€

    He asks - stepping toward her.