I Would Die To Be With You

Chapter 1: the look

Waking up on a monday morning has always been exciting for y/n Smith. She hates the long, excruciating weekends with her mother. She was the only daughter of and alcoholic who was already on her 3rd vodka mini of the day at 6am. Y/n and her mother are not on good terms. Not since her mother blamed y/n for her father running away with the couples instructor. Yet it couldn't have been her fault as she was not yet born, let alone conceived.

Anyway as y/n rose from her bed covered in cushions reading 'sleeping beauty queen' and stopped her alarm of Racheal berry's rendition of 'don't rain on my parade'. She decided it was time to wash her glowing blonde locks which didn't necessarily need washing but showers are always used as story fillers. Her hay like hair was curled perfectly after drying it so she dressed into her favourite pair of blue ripped jeggins which matched the colour of her ocean orbs. As y/n doesn't see the big deal in makeup, she decided to only use her clear mascara and i little bit of pink shadow which matched her pink cropped jumper saying 'Chicago 1969'. Before leaving her room she remembered to pick out her matching pink watermelon EOS lip balm from her large collections.

As she opened her bedroom door, there stood a balding man in shorts and a vest top with a beer in his hand. Another one of her mums 'friends' who stay over and prevent y/n from doing her beloved homework due to suspicious noises. She didn't know what those noises were but they sounded like groans of pain so she didn't mind that much as it was her mother. She couldn't wait to get away.

"Morning slag" his voice sounded as if he'd been smoking since the age of 9. To be fair, that was probably true.

She just ignored the comment and continued to walk downstairs, slightly tripping on the last step. There stood her mother. Dresses in a gown ruffled as her hair was put up into a bun, cigarette in her hand and last nights caked makeup still on. 'Ew' y/n thought as she inhaled the excess cigarette smell. Her mothers glare went straight through y/n as she reached over for an apple, not breaking the eye contact. She's got this. Y/n finally blinked as she fought off the urge to sing 'fight song' by Rachel pattern.

"Urg your such a bitch, dressing like a slut! Just look at the number on your shirt! 69?! Attrocious" y/n fought off the tears as she was trying to understand the significance of the number, even if she doesn't like her mother, her words still felt like a stab to the chest.

Her mother just walked past her making sure to budge into her as she joined her company upstairs. 'It pays the bills i guess' y/n thought as she grabbed her white kalidi bag and slipped on her black weejun loafers. They maybe weren't the best shoes for running into school in the rain but they were her favourite. And ofcourse... she doesn't own a car.

As she walked through the school doors, she looked into her phone case which contains a mirror and it looked as tho not even a hair was misplaced on her pretty head, unfortunately other students who had mascara running down their faces couldn't say the same. Don't get me wrong, y/n was pretty, she just was the kind to remind the teacher of forgotten homework much to the dislike of every person ever.

Y/ns next mission was to find her best friend sam. Samantha Green aka Sam was the rebellious token gay daughter of two successful lawyers. Her hair was black and dip dyed blue. She wore thick eyeliner and lived in beanies and converse whilst also having a phone case saying 'yeeet'. She was known for arguing with teachers and barking at boys who even glanced at y/n the wrong way because like every token gay, she's in love with y/n.

Y/n searched for her green orbed friend and there she stood in her docs and flannel. Y/n decided to creep up behind Sammy and scare her and so she did
"SAMMY"
"AGH"
She was sucked punched in the face. Welp that didn't go to plan.
"Omgawd y/n I'm soo sorry, are you hurt?"
"No more then the way my mum hurts me"
".... Ok .... Have you heard about that stupid prank the guys are pulling in the year above. They pored paint onto the deputy head from above his office!"
" oh god i don't understand why people cant just come to school and enjoy the work and all be friends"
"I could take a few guess. Anyway how was-"
Sam was cut off by the sound of feet stampeding through the corridors. 7 guys all dressed in black and leather rampaged through the corridors. Mr palms, the tree like deputy head, running through shortly after them. All 7 boys were devishly handsome and had girls crawling at their feet, tracing their constant moves, and maybe stealing their hair for satanic manifestation rituals.

As the boys ran past the two girls, one stood out. Grayson Jones. The mystical quiet bad fuck boy popular quarter back. Quite literally the man of every girls dreams. As he ran past, his strong musty scent filed y/ns nostrils. His head turned and there they were. Staring straight at each other. The orb contact was strong. Powerful. The moment only lasted a couple milliseconds but the swarm of butterflies and sparks filling the air only told y/n one thing.
Shes in love