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it’s october 13th, a wednesday, which meant that you’d have to walk home from school because your dad was working late tonight and couldn’t pick you up. when the last bell rang, you grabbed your bag and left the building quickly.

as you walk out the door, you see the new boy in your second and fifth period fighting with one of the jocks in the middle of a crowd. he’s beautiful, honestly. defined jaw, dirty blond hair. you shouldn’t watch this crap, but with this kid? damnnn.