𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄 ☁︎ 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗿𝗮𝗱 𝗙𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄

   °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･*ੈ   PROLOGUE

          THE BLEACHERS WAS HER ONLY safe haven at the moment. After dumping her cheating liar of an ex and gave a hard slap to her so-called 'friend', she found herself, with her hands holding her head, staring at the metal seats numbing. She didn't cry, she couldn't feel any tears build up, just rage. Absolute fire scorched her veins.

She ignored her phone, that buzzed like a motherfucker, from the people asking if she was okay or wanting to ask what happened. She could assume what they might tell her: 'She wouldn't do that', 'He's always been a flirt, what did you expect?', 'You didn't deserve that.'

Finally, wanting her phone on Do Not Disturb, she opened her phone. Only to find see, from the load full of text message, her traitor of a friend sent: We were a mistake! I literally love you, DJ. Please, talk to me.

'A mistake' she says, the bitch risked a friendship of 8 years by fucking her boyfriend — a mistake.

With a tight grip in hand, the girl threw her phone, yelling. A couple of loud 'thunks', she watched her phone hit the bench and fall off.

"Fuck!" She shouts to herself, kicking her foot to the metal support.

The girl rubbed her eyes, as she stomped down the steps and behind the bleachers. She was surprised to see a boy laying down on the ground, propped by his bag, which lazily held in a jersey.

She knew who he was but he didn't know her. The two made eye contact.

"Sorry," She tells him, awkwardly, "I just—I may have... My phone——"

"Here." The boy holds her red phone. She walks toward him to grab it. "You may want a new screen protector."

Sure enough, her phone protector was cracked massively and won't be surprised if the actual screen was messed up.