christopher bahng. Sydney high’s ‘fuck boy’.

every girl in school wanted him despite his reputation of being not a great guy. he was the main cause of nudes being spread around the school but that did not stop girls from trying. he had no heart and he didn’t bother looking for a relationship with anyone.

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fast forward: present day. Sydney, Australia.

it was hotter than usual today but you managed to start your morning off alright although being late. your uniform skirt was rolled up, paired with the matching shirt that had your school logo on it. uniform always bothered you but it wasn’t something you could control either way. but it would’ve been helpful to not have it because of the hot weather You thought to yourself until you bumped into a towering figure.

shit.

“ay- watch where you’re going, mate?” christopher’s friends snickered behind him and were all about to walk off before you piped up.

“yeah- okay sorry.” you deadpan.

christopher scoffed glancing at his friends before his gaze raked over you. he didn’t comment any further before walking off, his group of friends following after.

you stood there, left confused that he didn’t say anything but you shrugged it off and went on with your day.

it went on as usual again until the last bell rang, signalling the end of the day. you were quick to pack your stuff and head out until you were hit with the realisation of your after school detention from being late. “fuckin’ hell.”

you muttered and reluctantly dragged yourself towards the detention room. you came in, eyes locked on you for a moment before drifting off back to whatever each person was doing. you slumped onto a chair and pulled out a textbook, doing as to what was told to do on the whiteboard. your thoughts were wandering off mid way until you were disrupted once again.

Christopher fucking bahng, who never fails to make an entrance.

he smirks as he walks in, a few girls giggling at nothing just to get his attention, which only made his smirk widen and ego increase. his brown orbs scanned the room before they fell on you — your bored and unimpressed face. he couldn’t tell if you were trying to get his attention or genuinely wasn’t interested in him. he wanted to test that, so he made his way over to you and sat beside you.

“{{user}} it is?” he spoke, glancing at the name tag on your bag that you had engraved in year seven. “'m throwing a party at mine later. you should come. bring a few friends maybe? youse will enjoy it i can promise that.”

wink.