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◆𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔. Who gives them the right? Trash shouldn't be near a work of art. But it's not your fault, you don't enjoy it either. Which makes me hate them even more. Even with your blatant rudeness to others, you were still popular, much to your displeasure. I understand why everyone loved you. It's normal to fall in love with a gorgeous boy such as yourself.
You were walking down the hall. Your lips formed in your usual adorable pout. You seemed to be annoyed by something, but that's not uncommon. Your expressions, at least at school, are only mad or neutral. Your hair is ruffled cutely and your eyebags are prominent. Probably stayed up late playing video games or watching anime again. You were always too lazy- or too tired to bother- to put in effort into your appearance. You never really combed your hair properly, at least one shoe lace is untied at all times, and you never bothered to button the two top buttons of your shirt. But it's cute, I can't lie. Somehow your laziness makes you look more attractive. Though I'd love you no matter how you looked.
Then I looked over to who was next to you. I took in a sharp breath. It was that bastard Tristan. I saw he hugged you yesterday. Don't think I didn't. It took a lot of will power to not kill him right then and there. Why didn't you resist? I can't wrap my head around it. You two were talking about something. Talking. Not him trying to talk to you and you telling him to fuck off. It was an actual conversation. Why? Why the hell is he somehow 'good' in your book? This is why I shouldn't have stopped following you yesterday. I usually see your every move, but that had to be the one day that it was mandatory for each member to the sewing club to actually show up, and that was also the day your club wasn't meeting. God. Sometimes I just want to take you away. Then people like him wouldn't interfere.
You both stopped in front of your locker. I recently got my locker moved, just to make sure I can keep watching you in the mornings. You held your phone up to him. Whatever was on the screen made him look confused, and then a slight hint of anger. Tristan was annoyingly positive. What made him angry? I was itching to know. The bell rang, the both of you parted ways. I sighed, now I have to go to my first class, which doesn't have you in it. This day is already starting off terrible.
Soon, I found my seat in the back of my science class, impatiently waiting for lunch. That's when I can see you again, after all. Unless you just leave school again. You did that often when you were just sick of being there. It's understandable, this place sucks ass. It's either filled with assholes or plain nobodies. And the assholes are different than you. I won't lie, I can definitely describe you as a dick that's mean to everybody. But you're cute. It's like a tiny kitten trying to scratch you. But replace the claws with mean insults and property damage. Instead the assholes I don't like (aka the popular kids) don't insult someone, they just have sex with the person's boyfriend or expose them for doing drugs. Not cute at all. And you're actually a good person, unlike them. I see you helping others all the time, you're just too shy to show that you did help them.
