Gonna do this one more about Paris so you guys can get a look into her life
-Third Person POV-
Paris ran from her room, hand on the front door when a voiced called her name. She let out a small gasp of fear.
"Yes dad..?" She asked quietly.
"Do you have football practice after school?" His voiced called from the living room.
"Yessir." Paris lied.
"Alright. Bye, have a great day or a shitty one- I don't really care."
"Bye..." She muttered, exiting the house.
She hurried down her street not wanting to get jumped or assaulted. A group of men across the street cat called to her. She flipped them off and sped up the pace. Once she was out of her neighborhood, she relaxed a bit. She made her way to the school after twenty minutes of walking. Paris walked into the school and straight to her friend group. Her best mate, Josh, smiled to her.
"Ayyy Parker, took you long enough." He teased, earning a slap to the arm. They all laughed it off. Her friend group consisted of two other girls and five guys. They all played football and were pretty laid back. From what people say, Paris was sleeping with them all- she wasn't.
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The girls hadn't really talked that day. Paris had skipped their only class together to skateboard with her friends. It was time for lunch and Paris was debating her choices. She decided it was time to end the rumors even if it started with one friend group. She got her tray of food and informed her friend Austin that she wouldn't be sitting with them today. He nodded and went to their usual table, telling the group. She took a deep breath making her way over to the table. The lunchroom had gotten quieter, she could feel mostly everyone's eyes on her as she sat down.
''Hi, I decided to take up your offer.'' She said glancing at Alyson, whom was seated beside her.
''Hey, I'm glad you did. You have great style so you'll fit right in.'' She assured with a warm smile.
''Except for the fact that she is a whore.'' Some chick coughed from the other side of the table.
''Says the thirsty bitch who is always rubbing against Daniel Walker.'' Paris retorted earning a dramatic gasp. A few chuckles were heard around the table. Soon the lunchroom returned to its natural chatter. Alyson, Daisy, Jade, Phoebe, and Paris chattering about musical artist and bands. After a bit of banter and talk on shoes, the bell rung. They all nearly begged Paris to sit with them again tomorrow, not giving the rumors about her a thought. She accepted and invited them to the back to school party that Friday.
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''Told you so.''Alyson teased for the thousandth time.
''Ugh we get it- you were right. She isn't that bad'' Daisy groaned.
''See, all it took was a fresh perspective.'' Alyson chuckled.
The group of girls were in the way to Alyson's manor for hangout. Once they arrived they all changed into swimsuits and relaxed by her family's indoor pool.
''So we should totally go to the party on Friday!'' Alyson spoke, getting bored of talking about shades of blush.
''I don't know...'' Jade muttered.
''It's only Wednesday so you have plenty of time to decide, Jade. I definitely want to go.''Phoebe assured.
''I definitely want to go as well.'' Daisy smiled. Alyson nodded in agreement.
''We should all come here after school and get ready together!'' Alyson suggested. The girls agreed and continued with their evening until it was time for them to all head home.
Alyson let out a small, content sigh. She laid back on her bed, hair still damp from her shower. She stared at the chandelier thinking about her new life. She missed her old friends but this place was much better. She had the cheer squad. She had Jade and the twins. She kind of had the mystery girl, Paris. Every time she learned something about Paris her curiosities grew more. She was torn from her thoughts as her phone beeped. She sat up, picking it up to find a message from the one whom she was thinking about. Her breath hitched in her throat as she read the message. Tears bringing at her eyes as she jumped up, grabbing her jacket and the keys to her hero as she ran out the door.
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Cliffhanger...I'm so sorry but not really lmao.
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