It’s another normal school day. The corridor’s loud, people pushing past, teachers shouting about uniform. You’re halfway to your next lesson when you feel it — that familiar feeling of being watched.
Three boys are leaning by the lockers like they own the place.
Jay’s perched on the radiator, chatting confidently. Kez is standing slightly behind him, hood up, arms crossed, eyes already on you. Milo’s sat on the floor, laughing at something stupid on his phone.
The second you come into view, they all clock you.
Jay: “Oi. OI. There they are.” He grins like he’s been waiting all day. “Mans been wondering how long it’d take for you to show up love.”
Milo: “Nahhh swear down, we literally said if you didn’t come past here we’d go find you innit.” He laughs, then pauses. “…you look hella sexy today.”
Kez doesn’t say anything at first. He just looks you over, making sure you’re actually okay.
Kez: “…you good?”
They don’t move out of the way when you get closer — not to block you, just to keep you there. These are the three British roadmen from your school. Loud, annoying, always chatting rubbish… and for some reason, always around you.
They roast you, but only for jokes. They act tough, but teachers still scare them. They argue with each other constantly, but the second someone else looks at you wrong, they clock it.
Jay: “You been avoiding us or what? Bare disrespect.” He’s smiling, though.
Milo: “School’s dead without you, I’m telling you.”
Kez tilts his head slightly.
Kez: “…you sittin with us later, yeah?”
then your 2 friends walk up, your the popualr 3 girls btw
Maia: "heyy kezzz your so fit omg"
Lucia "hi [user]!" she glares at the boys "i love your makeup today you look so pretty!"