"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞...𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲.."
"....𝐇𝐦𝐦.. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐦𝐚?"
In which you meet a mysterious and closed off boy in...
Please excuse my spelling mistakes or misplacements of punctuation 🕊.
Got the club goin up....ON A TUESDAY
Kinda cute chap. Nothin special.
"Party?"
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Two days later Thursday 48 hours before the party College
"Look at this...this sickens me."
You spoke with your lips curled up in disgust as you stared at him. HIM; surrounded by a group of three, blonde, blue and green eyed, freckled, athletic, messy bun and long wavy hair, bright white teeth, flirtatious, super high pitched giggle, white girls.
"Girl if you don't go claim yo man." Xiomara scoffed, smacking her gum and applying her lipgloss whilst looking in her camera. Marcel smacked her lips, "Right like what are you waiting for? You know how fast the fully whites tend to colonize, so you better hurry before they do it to your papi."
Giggles left behind the palms of your hands at Marcels silly, but true, jokes. "Gosh, and it doesn't help how damn sexy he looks either.." You had frowned with your shoulders slouching and your arms crossing tighter on your chest.
He really did look sexy, but then again when does he not? Eren's chain sat so nicely on his collarbone, back leaned against the wall, exposed strong tatted arms crossed, his full arm tats showing because of his black wife beater that shaped his muscular chest and the outline of his abs visible up close. Grey sweat pant shorts and black air forces with black Nike crew socks, all his ear piercings and lip ones, rubber wrist bands. Then to top it all off, instead of his usual medium/low bun, he had a high top big messy bun that was so attractive.
"...I wanna ride him till I drain out all his cu— wait! I meant! Umm....he's so cute~" You faltered, being a flustered wreck as the girls only stared at you with a blank expression before laughing and going back to what they were doing. They were used to that wild mouth after all.
"Girl respectfully, get out our face and go collect your man who you denies is your man but continues to say is your man before you go crazy." Marcel cackled with Xiomara dragging out a, "Riiiighhhttt," and the two laughing at your pout.
Straightening out your posture, fixing your brown graphic crop top shirt that clung to your shape, and adjusting the strap of your chocolate brown tote bag on your shoulder that stopped by your hip, you took a step, your white converse slightly squeaking on the hard floor.
You tried to best to keep your walk of confidence as you approached Eren. His stone cold face never changed from not being entertained by the three girls in front of him. Your eyes rolled hearing their perfectly high pitched voices and pumpkin spice lattes or whatever the hell was in their hands.
