Heliophilia
(n.) desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight
To be loved is to be changed.
Arabella Dawson
Has never had anybody constant in her life. From parents always being away at work to one shitty friend, she doesn't know how to exist when...
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Induratize (v.) to make one's own heart hardened or resistant to someone's pleas or advances, or to the idea of love
Thirty-six ♡︎♡︎♡︎ Flint
"Hi." I grin down at the boy in front of me, who's currently pushed against the lockers.
"Uh, hi?" He questions, trying to move away. A push to his shoulders has him stumbling back into place.
"Alex right?" I ask, wanting to make sure I've got the right guy.
He nods his head, a little sheepish as he eyes Mika and Kane on either side of me. Flanking me. Standing guard to make sure the group of his friends who are standing a little to our side don't try to intervene.
Pulling at his tie I twist it around my hand, cutting out his oxygen the slightest bit. "Heard you're friends with Arabella."
He shakes his head quickly, adamant on denying the allegations. Which only seems to anger me further. Being friends with Bells isn't something he should be ashamed of, if anything he should be fucking happy she considers him a friend. Anyone who's lucky enough to be in her presence should see it as a blessing.
She's the best fucking thing there is and anyone dumb enough to not know that should be put in a mental hospital. Clearing fucking disturbed if they can't see the glowing ball of sunshine in front of them.
I tug him forward only to push him back again. His head making harsh contact with the locker behind him. A few people gather around at the commotion, nobody intervenes. "You're lucky she considers you a friend. Yes?"
He splutters a little, eyes unfocused. "Yeah, yes."
Nodding approvingly I let go of his tie only to grab onto his hair. "Good." I tell him, slamming his head into the locker again. And again. For good measure.
One of his friends steps forward. Kane raises a brow, pushes him back with a single hand. He doesn't try to get in between us again.
A cut forms on his forehead, blood dripping down his face. Letting go of his hair has his head dropping to the side, unable to hold its self up. A sharp punch to his stomach has him falling at my feet.
Tilting my head down at him, I crouch to his level. Grinning at him as I say, "Stay the fuck away from her."
He nods his head quickly. Standing I kick him in his stomach a few times. Unable to believe he'd give her up that fast. She deserves better friends.
♡︎
"Flint Indigo Camero."
Kane whistles from infront of me, Mika clapping me on the back sympathetically.
