𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 || 𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒕, 𝒍.

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ᴄɪᴛʏ﹕ ( ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ )
11﹕ 15ᴀᴍ

ʏ/ɴ's ᴘᴏᴠ

a month into school and you're already over this shit. you have 3 classes with l, and in each one, he finds a way to sit next to you for the sole purpose of bothering you. and he does it in a discreet way that none of the professors catch it. it's only when you respond or react to his bullshit that you get called out.

and as a result of that, he laughs at you, pulling the same stunt he did back when you were in grade school.

it's lunchtime.

and like always, you sit alone. eating in peace is one reason why you do that, but the main reason is that you don't have any friends, at least not with those in the same year as you.

since the start of high school, you've taken honors or ap classes, filled with upperclassmen. there were a few other people the same year as you in them, but the majority of them were always older than you. you'd befriend them or they'd befriend you so that you could help/do their homework. you didn't mind it really because in exchange they invited you to parties, and no one ever tried fucking with you knowing you had an entourage ready to fuck some shit up about you.

but like every year, they all graduated, leaving you behind. now that you're the upperclassman, you forgot to make friends with those in your grade, thus why your lunch is always spent alone until today.

as you go through the line, getting served by the lunch ladies, you look around the room, seeing if there are any empty tables, and there wasn't, so you walk down towards the doors leading outside.

students can choose to eat inside the cafeteria or outside.

when you get outside, you see a few students there eating, and you also spot an empty table. it wasn't clean because some people don't know how to clean up after themselves.

you look for another table, and thankfully it was clean.

you sit down, put your airpods in, and tune the world out as you eat. you couldn't even enjoy 1 minute of peace before a fashionably dressed girl, you've never seen before, sits down at your table.

the girl is wearing an all pink juicy couture set with a baby pink tube-top that's barely holding her breast in place. she has this gold necklace that's sitting right between her girls, hoop earrings, and a bracelet—all engraved with the word 'shawntae'.

and she has a mini purse rather than a book bag.

as she stops right in front of you, she doesn't see that you're there but instead continues talking to the person she's on the phone with.

"gio, remember we're not fucking with them anymore. when you get your lunch, come sit outside at the table next to door b."

she sits down, hanging up the phone and still not seeing you, then resumes listening to her music before the phone call. she delves into her lunch, singing along to the music, whining and swaying her hips into the bench.