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A/n: Lolsies I'm having so much fun w enemies to lovers trope im not even jokin rn

Tw. As usual. Jesus Christ why tf is there always a Tw? Send help

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1989's Pov:

I pulled myself up, propping against the bed frame, trying to ignore the pounding in my head.

I swung my legs over the bed and slammed the alarm clock to get it to shut up.

I tried to get up, but the room spun. I closed my eyes for a second before opening them and regaining the sense of the room.

I got up with a sigh and went into the closet to pick an outfit out.

Crop top? No, I was too fat for that. Hm.

I picked out a very loose oversized light blue hoodie with two white rings on the arms and elbows.

I grabbed and put on a fairly airy skirt that went to my lower thigh, just above my knee, and put on some brown leather boots that went to my upper shins.

I got up and grabbed my backpack. I checked the time then went to Eric's room.

I knocked and entered to see him sleeping.

I knelt down next to his bed and gently shook him.

"Hey, bud, time to get up," I spoke softly.

He groaned and turned over.

"Whyy do you hate meeee," he whined.

I chuckled and pulled him out of the covers, while he sat up against the wall rubbing his eyes.

"Can I have da spidah man t-shiiirttttt?" He begged.

I snickered and tossed it in a ball at him. He caught it and took some sweatpants from the drawer beside him. He got dressed while I walked out and shut the door. He came out shortly after, all ready.

I directed him downstairs and waved to my parents.

"Hey mom, hey dad," I greeted fake cheerfully.

They nodded in greeting and continued breakfast.

"Um, I actually gotta go to school, I'll eat a snack on the way there." I added at the end.

They sighed at me but agreed. I said goodbye and walked to school.

I leaned against the wall of the school.

I still had about 15 minutes before school started, so I just sat there.

And then she arrived, on her loud ass dark blue motorcycle.

"Hey nerd," she greeted, smacking my head against the wall and leaning next to me.

"Ow! What the heck," I said to myself.

She snickered at me and took a joint out, of her pocket, because she has them there for some reason, and lit it.

The way she bit it while she pulled out the lighter was hot.

She lit it and inhaled, breathing out a bunch of smoke.

It was hot. It was really really hot.

But she's my bully?

But it's hot.

But she's my bully.

"Wanna hit?" She asked.

My eyes widened as I looked at her. "What?" I asked.

"Not like that. Get your mind out of the gutter. Idiot." She snarked.

I nodded and my eyelids dropped to a normal.