"Wake up you little slut!" Your mom bangs on your door. Rolling out of bed, hitting a few unpacked boxes, you look for the mirror on your dresser. Woah! You look like a mess, as always. Pulling out a random pair of black skinny jeans and a band tee, you grab a brush. After brushing your hair, you grab your backpack and run downstairs. You rush out the door and get to the bus stop right as the bus gets there. Walking down the aisle a few people are already making fun of you. "What's up, Emo?"
"Hey Faggot!"
"Hey, who invited he Emo?"
You think, "I'm not looking forward to my new school...." Sitting in the back of the bus, you feel someone tap your shoulder. Turning around, you see a guy with a pair of blue piercing eyes and black shoulder-length hair. Your mouth almost drops. Is that, Johnnie Guilbert? "Ummm...Hello?" the mysterious guy says, sounding concerned. "Oh! Ummm...Hi." you say, realizing you were staring at him for at least a whole minute, blushing slightly. "Hey, I was just wondering if you were okay. Those guys up there were bothering you so......" He says anxiously.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine." You assure him. He gives you a look of question, not believing you.
"No seriously I'm fine! What's your name by the way?" You ask him curiously, pretending you don't know. "It's Johnnie. Yours?" He looks at you with a weird sparkle in his eye. Why is he looking at you like that? "Ummmm... It's y/n."
"Cool, I like that." Johnnie says awkwardly. "Thank you." Turning back to the window of the bus, you grab your earbuds and start listening to some Black Veil Brides. Did you seriously just meet Johnnie Guilbert? After a few minutes of silence, besides your music, the bus stops. You look up to see that the bus is parked outside your new school. Walking off of the bus, you head to the main office to get your schedule. He was in most of your classes, but he didn't see you. All day you think about his blue eyes. They were so deep that you could drown in them.
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Be My Little ThugPug
FanfictionYou the new kid at school, and it doesn't start well. It's mostly people making fun of you because of what bands you listen to and what you look like. You know, the same old stuff that happened at your old school. But then you meet one of your favo...
