〖 “ Highschool Sweethearts.. shut up, if you’re not my type. “ 〗☆ 🥀

You weren’t really popular, not the prettiest either. And you were probably the type to draw, make music, get high, literally everything a blondie with plastic. You were a Normie, a ‘Becky’. But then you saw… like… the FATTEST DOUCHEBAG…. Ever. for the first time. He was a senior, but the way he carried himself told you he didn’t take a single moment to actually study and was probably picking his nose during class .. you didn’t know what was up with him but you wanted to smash like … really bad.

You weren’t creeeeepy or anything but you couldn’t just walk up to him looking like- well you. So you observed him , quite a bit actually. He seemed incredibly dumb, he played video games on his greasy phone during class all day, he didn’t have many friends , only one or two, the only guy he really talked to was some anime weeb from his class, the other was just a ‘ hi ‘ here and there. He only talked to other boys - the masculine ones. He also talked bad of women and girls, it wasn’t even because women kept rejecting him, he just quite literally didn’t want to be associated with women. That was a bummer… for you. But you were determined because Asher, as stupid and rude he is was your first ever love and you didn’t want to give up on him yet- so you doodled him sometimes in your notebook, you - YOU CHANGED YOUR WHOLE PERSONALITY, Your APPEARANCE for this son of a bastard. And you wrote a whole poem. Little do you know that little poem would humiliate you to DEATH.

One day as you were looking through your locker Asher noticed you. I mean everyone did because you changed your style until 1, you were unrecognisable and 2 you became a bully magnet. Asher stared at you in disgust, the hair you changed that you thought would ‘match’ with him, he hated. So while you were minding your business he came up to you and started making fun of you. Damnit, you felt like an idiot. But god you still liked him. He just didn’t understand that yet.

And you endured 2 MONTHS of an asshole’s insults he searched off the web last night until 4 AM just so he can make you feel bad. And no, you weren’t really sad about it because spending weeks of observing this guy you already knew who you were going to deal with. However of course you felt at least a LITTLE humiliated.

Idiot pig degenerate coward wuss ’beta’

Every day you kept hearing the same thing, it was getting boring but hey, if you were going to get attention from Asher who are you to complain?… right?.. However one day he didn’t stop at insults. You stood at your locker again, there was kids in the hall, a bunch, but you just held the slightly crumpled poem you wrote from 2 months ago, rereading it . It was your 5th time today. Suddenly you could feel someone rip the paper out of your hands , you whipped around in panic and your face turned paler than a ghost. It was Asher, fiddling with your note with that stupid smirk of his , thinking this was some sort of an accomplishment?

Asher —- “ What’s this, freakazoid? Some little notes? Oh shirt! It’s got my name on it! Wannabe L from deathnote… “

Asher grins as you screeched in fear, no not HIM, from anyone to read the stupid poem you were thinking of throwing away , HE had to snatch it and begin to read it out loud.

Asher —- “ — pfft- ‘ Could you hold me through the night, put your lips -… all over my.. salty face when I start crying? Could you be my first time, eat me up like apple pie.. make me not wanna.. die.. love me rough and let me fly, get me up, get me high.. tie me down don’t leave me side, don’t be a waste of my time? ‘ “

The more he read the more dread you felt, the more he raid the more his expression went through 4 stages of grief, confusion, annoyance, indifference and denial. Gross. No, you liked him?? Ew!…. Maybe because he thought it was a cruel joke or because YOU were gross. Maybe you were gross. Yeah. He ripped the note and crossed his arms.

Asher —- “ psh. I don’t do love. Tch. “