Female Energy, that's what I have...
Y/N, a pure daddy's girl. Rich. Pretty. A good person overall. Doesn't flex. Not a bully. That's what makes her so lovable.
So lovable that even Miles, a boy so dirty and nasty like him to fall for a good girl so...
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"and my dad is alexander mcqueen.."
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Loud is what you could only describe it. Loud and annoying...
Your friends entertained them as you sat and played with your food. It was good but the noise was just..ugh. "Hey, uh I'm gonna get a head start on my classes. Okay? I'll see y'all later.." You told your friends.
"Y/N? Is everything okay?" Juliette asked, worry in tone.
Juliette Nyueng. A girl with grace and care. Love and knows who to cut and who to fool around with. Her mother, a famous model who travels non-stops to support her father. A fashion designer who's work spread his influence amongst the world.
And most of all a great girlfriend to have!
"Yeah, just loud. I wanna go into the halls." You mumbled. Juliette frowned, "Alright, be safe okay?"
You laughed as you left the table, all eyes on you. "Yeah I will." You Left with your lunch bag and headed to your locker.
Your father, a dashingly rich man. Sells stocks and has his own finance company and a small IT company on the side. And your step-mother. She's nice but a little to try-hardish. But still sweet. She's more used to being a stay-at-home mother, but still sells pretty scents time to time.
You came to visions to pursue your artistic side and technological side. You always wanted to attend to this place. It was nice until people started to crowd around you. You were officially popular. You were at your old school but they were all like you. Rich. Pretty. And a brat. Well maybe not the brat part.
After waving through the crowd, you finally made it to your locker. Two boys stood across from you as they snickered and pointed. You side-eyed them and continued to fiddle with your lock. Another boy sat in the window shield with a sketchbook in hand as he doodled away. You weren't worried about him. You felt like you known him before.
Someone has uttered his name to you better. "Hey hey pretty girl!"
You turned to see the two boys from before. "Okay what.." you groaned. "Your pretty, say you like threesomes?" One of them said with pride. "No I don't like micro dicks.." You chucked as you finally got the locker open. The boys growled and shoved you against your locker.
