hellbound; cory | ACKLEY BRIDGE

HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT

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falling for him
was like falling from grace
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dad being home was actually the least of my concerns, i'd shoved cory out back and put a towel over my head pretending to just get out the shower, so he might've missed out on a pizza but at least he left without a slit throat, right? and daddy dearest was none the wiser to my bubblegum hair.

top of my priority list right now was how yesterday jords had a meeting with some stuck up prick, miss keanes nudes got leaked and today, nas bloody paracha had shoved missy's mother. god, i could tell it would be a hell of a year, and that's without mentioning my sticky situation with a certain someone.

and to top today off — jordon was running through the corridors, again, with a hijab on his head and the stupidest grin on his face. he really doesn't do himself any favours.

"lord jesus christ give me strength!" i groaned, banging my head into my locker when his voice came booming down the hallways. "do as i bloody say, not as i do!"

for the second time and much too soon i'd found myself running after that bellend, dashing through the halls like my life depended on it cause i knew he was about to be in shit and hopefully if i got there first, i could talk some sense into him before he said more dumb shite to the teachers.

no such luck though, mr bell was kicking down the door by the time i arrived and i knew by that point it was too late. i stalked off, head running 100 miles a minute, and sat myself down in next class.

little did i know even more drama would be kicking off. nas and missy had caught themselves in a fight and i found myself standing in a crowd, holding my breath as they scrapped. i looked to my left — cory. chanting with the rest of the crowd 'fight! fight! fight!'

'argh!' i finally shouted, having enough of watching them push and shove at each other; hair pulling and name calling, it was all so petty. i didn't know nas half as well as i knew missy but i couldn't stand to watch them fight (badly, might i add). i charged in between them, knocking them apart. "you two, right, have got to be pulling my leg. newsflash, alright, not one of us 'ere gives a shite about any of this!"

"yeah, that's why everyone shouting fight, is it?" nas bit back.

"what i'm saying, nasreen, is that everyone wants to see ya batter each other, nobody cares about why this is happenin! so surely you care! you should care about each other more than to reduce it down to a pissing fight!"

"cece is right, yanno, i want an apology!" missy agreed, folding her arms.

"of course cece's right! of course! cause it's anyone else's word over mine, int it, but when it comes down to it i'm not allowed other friends!" nas had officially lost it, even more than before, turning to me and waving her fist in front of my face.

"don't fucking try it," i warned her, grabbing her fist and twisting her arm behind her back, pushing her back to missy. "fight then, what do i care! i tried!" i yelled, letting them get to it as i stormed off and miss keane arrived, just in time to see them clashing again.

"cielo!"

"what, cory? what do you want from me?" i asked, storming back to my place that he knew the route to all too well by now.

"why do you care so much?"

"cause missy, right, missy's one of the only goddamned people that care about me and nas is one of the only who care about her! it's not right, they shouldn't be fighting."

"i care about you."

"when does that stop, though, huh? once i've slept with you? another girl on your list, waiting to be checked off am i?"

"i'm not like that!" he'd grabbed my hands now, made me face him. "why'd ya think so little of me?"

"because, because!" i didn't know why i was holding back tears. i didn't know why this had made me so emotional — seeing that fight. but what mattered was the fact that i was on the edge of tears and him, him of all people, was standing in front of me about to watch me break. "because it's true, int it?"

"oh, do you know what, i don't have time for this. you've been in my life what, 5 minutes and you're making assumptions? come back to me when you've grown up," he said, dropping my hands and turning his back to me, walking off.

"come back to me when you've stopped shagging everything that moves then, yeah?!" i shouted back, but all i got was a middle finger in return.

those brothers, they've given me a run for my money.

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song
heaven — julia michaels
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