Tori sat on top of the toilet with her feet on the toilet seat. Her back was resting against the rough wall behind her that felt as if a million sharp rocks were poking into her back. That did hurt, but her feelings were hurting her even more. Her heart felt as if it had been broken into a thousand pieces and had been attempted to be stitched back together, but failed and left it scattered in a load of tiny pieces. Pieces of her heart had all different opinions. Some were happy for the boy they were broken for, proud that he had finally gotten with the boy he liked. Others were terribly jealous, wishing they could be the one kissing the boy they were broken for. Another part was angry - frustrated with itself that they didn't get there first. They had their chance at getting there first, but their heart was broken, but the heart could deal with it that time, but now.. now it couldn't deal with it.
Tori couldn't stop crying, she didn't care who heard her or even saw her in the state she was in. The usual shine in her eyes had vanished and now looked darker and gloomier than ever. The bun in her hair had fallen apart and now messily hung loose around her head. Parts were angrily tugged at making some hairs stand up by themselves. Tori didn't care. She used to be obsessed with looking her best at any possible chance she could get, but now she had nobody to look good for. No one to pay her the compliments she deserved. Yes, people would still compliment her, but that didn't mean anything now. Nothing meant anything now, unless it came out of William Noel's mouth. For the moment, nothing would be coming out of his mouth that Tori would hear directed to her. All of Will's words would be given to Mike, not Tori - it would never be Tori.
Elton Ridgeback was fast asleep on a couch in the gay club. Normally, you wouldn't see him in this kind of place, but his best friend was performing here last night, so he had to come! He's definitely straight though, like 100%. Like, gay? No. Elton Ridgeback was a straight ginger who had an addiction to Formula One. Liking Formula One just made him straight - sorry, I didn't make the rules.
Waking up, he sat up on the couch and pulled out his phone like any typical teenager first thing in the morning. Checking his long list of notifications, he realized it was almost eleven.. thank god it was still the Christmas holidays! He would of been killed going to school this late.
Standing up from the couch, he looked down at the floor to see Rose lying on the floor. She was shirtless - almost topless besides the fact that she was wearing a binder. A binder? What was that? Elton thought. He knelt down beside her and inspected the piece of clothing that covered her breasts.
"Oi, Rose.. you awake?" Elton whispered, poking her lightly with his finger.
Suddenly, she awoke. Staring up at Elton, she yawned and went to fix her top, but she realized she wasn't wearing any. Slowly, she looked down at her chest to see her binder.
"Fuck, um.." she muttered, looking around for her top in a hurry.
"What's that thing you're wearing?" Elton curiously asked, pointing at the binder.
"Cosplay stuff." Rose quickly lied, remembering hearing one of her friends saying the same lie. "It's for like if you want to dress up as a character with.. smaller breasts?"
"So, you wore it to your first gig?" Elton stated, laughing. "I didn't think you'd be the type to cosplay! Who do you cosplay as?"
Rose froze on the spot and a panicked look appeared on her face. Not thinking at all, she said the first thing that came to mind.
"Minnie Mouse." she replied, giving Elton a nervous smile. "She's got um.. small breasts.. yeah!"
Elton, being the dumbass he was, believed every word that left Rose's mouth. He gave her a simple smile and threw her over a spare t-shirt he had brought with him that had Hamilton's face on it. She put it on, frowning for the second that her face was fully covered by the t-shirt. Her usual plastered smile returned to her face when she saw Elton scrolling through his phone. Hopefully he would just get up and leave and leave her alone-
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The Last Dance
RomanceWill and Mike are two sixth years in the same higher level music class, both equally good at the subject. Will is popular and a nervous introverted extrovert. He's also addicted to Mike in every way possible. Mike is an unpopular music nerd, who spe...