𝕥𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝟡𝕒𝕞
i love music, i listen to it when i wake up, walk to the bus, get on the bus, get in school, all day long, even when i go to sleep. i love rock music, old, new, punk, metal, emo, all of it but ide never met someone with the same test so i kept it to myself. not lika anyone could guess based off my looks that i listen grown men scream in my ear. i admit, i dress like a basic bitch... sometimes, well most of the time. i keep to myself in school, i have a couple friends, jane, kate, masen, josh and thats it. i keep my head down, i dont speak up, thats how you make it through highschool if your not popular.
todays the first day of grade 11 for me, apperently the hardest year if highschool. i wore big jeans, with a studded belt, black converse, and a tiny crop top with a zip up sweater over top. i did a little makeup and i straghtened my hair. ide changed during summer, grew my hair out, cleaned up my acne, started going to the gym, for the first time in my life i looked at myelf and i felt, beautiful and apperantly people noticed. as i walkes through the halls to my new locker for the year, eyes were on me, but not "ew look at her" looks , they were " damnnnnn girl" kinda looks, from every boy i passed. it felt nice but also a little uncomfortable?
i found my locker and shoved my bag in there before checking my schedual for the last time.
first period: English
second period: cosmetics
lunch
third period: science
fourth period: spanish
not half bad. i hoped atleast one of my friends would be in each class but the likelyhood of that was small. i made my way to english as the warning bell went off, everyone around me scurrying off to there classes. i walkes in and sat near the back, keeping my head down. i had recognized i coupke of peopk i knew but no one i was friends with, shit. we were 5 minutes into class when someone walkesd in the door, earning a glare from the teacher but i paid no attention to them.
" your late, sit down" mr, peter said.
i heard the person mumble back "alright" but i recognised that voice. beforw i could stop myself i looks up at them, there black messy hair, big blue eyes and his all black outfit. colby fucking brock are you kidding?!?!
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𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥. (colby brock X reader)
Fanfictioncolby brock, the punk, the bad boy, bad influence, bad guy, everything you hate formed into one person, a person you have to deal with everyday at your highschool. the new school year has kicked in and getting the same classes as colby is your worst...
