𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: i'm your best friend in this because who doesn't want to be my friend? (kidding... of course)
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: mix of everything
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing- 💌 -
𝐘/𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕
i hate walker.
everyone says i exaggerate what happened but i'm pretty good at holding grudges.
we've been in the same school since kindergarten and since day 1, he's had a vendetta against me.
why did little walker have beef with little me? boy, i wish i could tell you.
name calling, bullying, you name it. he's done it.
oh, and he killed my fish.
but overall, he's a massive prick. ever since he became an actor, he thinks he's a huge deal and every girl wants him. pathetic. (i'm not even going to comment on this.)
he always uses his success against me but i don't give a fuck. congrats walker, you're an asshole!
i'm in english right now, supposed to be writing an essay but i can't stop thinking about him... and how much i want to strangle him with my string cheese.
i feel a tap on my shoulder.
"you're hurting your pencil." tricia said.
i look down and see i was pressing my pencil into my paper so hard, the led broke.
"sorry." i rub my forehead. "i think i'm going crazy."
tricia smirks and looks at walker at the front of the class. "crazy about walker? your favorite person on earth?"
"i'm going to pray for you."
"why?"
"because you belong in a psych ward."
tricia laughed. "i'm kidding. just write your essay."
- -
after school i was laying in my bed scrolling through my phone.
it was around 6 and i was beyond bored.
there's a park that i usually go to by my house. it's like a 10 minute walk.
i go to the living room to ask my mom if i can go.
"sure sweetie, just be back before dark."
i gave her a hug. "thanks mom."
as i walk out the door, i put in my airpods. i shuffle my extremely bipolar playlist and start walking.
it's almost summer so there is a warm breeze in the air.
when i get there i sit on the bench i usually sit on and pull out my book.
after around 15 minutes i hear a car pull in a parking spot.
i look up and see walker and his bitch ass perm.
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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐓 :: walker scobell
Fanfiction❝ it kinda makes me laugh runnin' down that path when your good, it's gold 'cause when you know you know ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 i write imagines about our favorite golden retriever boy