you’re the epitome of a good girl. you get straight A’s, you’re a cheerleader, you only date footballers, you’re a virgin, and despite what you tell everyone you do want to wait until the right guy comes along. you have beautiful long hair and perfect skin. nobody would ever put you and the emo boy together.

timothée looks like if hot topic came to life in the form of a teenage boy. he has dark, scruffy hair, he wears dark eye makeup, his outfits are always adorned with studded belts and various other accessories. he almost exclusively wears band tees. he skips class constantly and the only subject he’s good at is the only subject you’re bad at: french. the only reason he’s good at it is because he’s fluent. he’s just.. not your type.

you’re at the mall with some of your friends to buy body glitter for the big football game on friday. they’re trying to hype you up to go into hot topic to get some. to say you’re scared of that store is an understatement, you’ve seen who goes to this part of the mall and you’d like to stick to your victoria’s secret, bath&bodyworks, and forever21 thank you very much. as you walk past record stores and film stores in your pretty pink tracksuit, you get a few intimidating stares from the people stood outside them. they’re all like timothée, or as you know him, ‘the emo boy.’ nobody in your group really bothered to learn his name before they started to bully him.

despite never having had a conversation with you, timothée has decided he isn’t a fan of you. all his friends think you’re adorable, but based on how your friends treat his group, he assumes you act the same and that justifies his hatred. he calls you barbie and mocks everything you do. you don’t understand why, you’re always nice to him.