Okay I know this fanfic will be like a little cliche but it's my first fanfic -_-
Milly's feelings for Elliot have been going on for awhile now and she's been thinking that if he likes her back or not
Well find out in the next few chapters d:
⚠️!DIS...
Just a normal day, normal life, as the toast was slightly jumping, a pink-haired girl named Millicent Milly for short immediately snatched the brown toast. Since she loved putting her toast in chocolate spread for every breakfast, due to her having just 5 minutes to get to school without another detention or suspension, she had to do it quick.
"BROOKS DON'T BE LATE AGAIN OR I'M GOING TO TAKE YOUR PHONE AWAY FOR THE REST OF THE WEEKEND!!" Her mother shrieking
"OKAY MOM I ALREADY KNOW!" Milly replied rolling her eyes because she knows that her mom never does
With 3 minutes remaining, she groaned at the realization of her class being all the way at the back of the school, thinking, she had no other choice but to run. Even though she already knows she'll get a warning for running. But then, from the corner of her eye she sees a magenta-haired boy aka "Drew" their most rich person in rose meadow. As Milly slightly turns around she also sees the boy of her dreams, aka "Elliot" which, shes tempted to confess to him. She then realizes that there's also a slight dripping line of blood on the coral-haired boys' arm.
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"I don't get how you like to hangout with the pink-haired demon" after every phrase of words, Drew kicks Elliot with his foot
"I- S-stop hitting m-me!" After every kick, Elliot tries to hold his glasses in place
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"Does it look like your dumb*ss commands can stop me?" He said holding the folded collar on his shirt, snarling at him
"No." The magenta-haired boy said throwing the brown-eyed against the bright navy-blue lockers with all force, leaving the brown-eyed just sitting there with a stain of blood on his leg and a scratch on the left side of his forehead.
