hellbound; cory | ACKLEY BRIDGE

BABYGATE

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i sold my soul to a three piece
and he told me i was holy
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"it's one bloody thing after another with you, int it jord?" i groaned, staring in disbelief into his bag. where a baby was. a baby.

"what was i supposed to do?"

"it's cryin, jord, you'll have to go change it or summat!"

"what is that sound?" mr qureshi asked, and i bowed my head in my hands as chloe eyed us up and down. she kicked jords gently before clearing her throat and saying loudly;

"you gonna make us aware of all social media? like tinder? ...grindr, sir?"

jordon stood up quickly, grabbing his bag and heading out before mr qureshi stopped him, apparently chloe's distraction wasn't enough. "woah woah woah, jordon where you going?"

"bathroom."

"no your not mate, you're on report, sit down."

"what, so he's just supposed to wet himself?" i asked, glancing at chloe with some sort of "do something" look.

"no, miss avena —"

"cant say my name either, sir?"

"that's not what's important right now —"

and suddenly, chloe was kicking over chairs. well...that was definitely something. "i hate this place!" she shouted, giving enough time for jordon to dash off.

"no, sit down, miss avena!" mr qureshi yelled as i stood up too.

"uh, i int on report, don't start," i said mouthily, walking out with a quick fist bump to chloe as i walked through the door. maybe drunk girl wasn't too bad.

"where are we goin, you prick, and what happened to your eye? you don't tell me nothing anymore!"

"will you shut up, ell, i've got a baby here incase you haven't noticed!"

"tell you what, no, i didn't! wait, mr bell's office?"

"look, it doesn't matter, you don't have to be here if you're gonna be like this."

"no, j, i want to support you but it's kinda hard when you don't let me in!"

our conversation was cut short when mr bell came out, saying something about being wound up.

"you punched a student, sir, forget your job you could land in jail for this."

"what?" i spluttered.

"now i need your help."

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mr bell didn't let me come to wherever he, baby jamie and j were going, sending me back to class. i thought that at least because it was next lesson now and i wouldn't  have to face mr qureshi it might be alright but god i hated maths. "gah!" i groaned as i stared at the stupid equation, throwing my pen down and running my hands through my pink hair with my elbows on the desk.

"problem, sierra?"

"oh my days, is anyone ever gon't learn my name?" i asked rudely, still staring at the page with my head in my hands.

"miss avena, will you please calm down?"

i furrowed my brows and finally turned to look at the maths teacher. "let's be honest, sir, i'm gonna fail anyways!" ignoring the murmuring of the class, i stared at  sir with a confused look. he didn't even try to deny it. "well, that settles it then don't it!" i shouted, grabbing my bag and heading out to the corridor. i ended up on the stairs somehow, and you'll never guess what i saw.

nas and cory.

and what was i supposed to do? cory wasn't mine, i wasn't his, hell — we hadn't even kissed. and he made it quite clear that us, whatever us was (nothing quite frankly) ...well us was over. i turned back around and went down to reception, ignoring lorraine as she tried to get me to stay. what's worse was i knew dad were home, and what was i gonna say to him? my 'lovely' father was a very strict catholic christian. i don't think he'd be quite happy if i came home in the middle of a school day crying over some boy.

streets it was then.

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hold me down — halsey
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