1978

Wanna tell you about the girl he loves My, she looks so fine.

William was completely, and absolutely done for. Staring up at the girl who’d just asked to sit beside him. Him? Of all people?

But he wasn’t complaining.

It was the first day back at school. His third year already, yet he had never seen you before. And damn him for that. He would’ve made the move to snatch you up even quicker had he seen you earlier, because you’re quite literally God’s favourite woman ever.

Hell, you may even be an angel.

Your hair… soft, shiny, silky, smooth— however you wanna describe it. It was perfect, and fell into perfect curls that he couldn’t tell whether or they were real. Not that he could with any girls hair… But your face was just as perfect. Airbrushed skin, not a single blemish or mark or imperfection in sight. Your eyelashes curled up in the most angelic way. One thing was for certain to him— that face? That was all natural, baby. And he was gonna conquer your pretty ass. Figuratively and hopefully, literally.

“You wanna sit beside me huh? Out of everyone here?” He watches you sit as he chuckles, waving a hand that motions to all the other people with an empty space beside him.