❝𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙚𝙣.❞
˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚
ೀ if there's anything [Name] loathes, it's sitting in class being bored out of her mind. she can't focus on what's spluttering out her teacher's mouth, as her mind keeps going to different places.
she sighed disappointingly, lifting up a velvety, manicured hand to run through her glossy hair, as she pursed her plump lips together.
DING!
her phone notification alerted her, as she hid her phone that was adorned in a baby pink phone case under her desk, as to hide it from her teacher.
her fingers carefully typed out her password, as her nails tapped against the screen rhythmically, creating a quiet melody only for her ears to hear.
locked in? nah we locked up! 🔥🔥 (send help)
today at 10:15am
YOU ARE READING
𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 .ᐟ 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬
Fanfiction❝ 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍. ❞ ⌗ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛; a worldwide-known beauty figure randomly gets added into a group chat full of soccer geeks.