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A/n: guys like I keep writing and then going into a slump and then writing again so like hey get used to it

TW HEHEHEHEH

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1989's Pov:

I can't get it out of my head. Him kissing me, attempting to do more.

And then she showed up. And... helped me..?

And then in class.

Oh god.

Am I... uh, no. I can't... no.

I went into the cafeteria, finding Lover and Rep, who were sitting with Speak Now, Midnights, Red, and Evermore.
Debut and Fearless hadn't shown up yet. Hm.

I sat down in the only open seat, which was next to midnights.

She was eating a burrito. What was with it with her and burritos?

"Hiii!" Lover greeted from Rep's lap.

Rep had her arm around lover's waist, eating whilst towering over her.

I wanted that. Maybe with Mid- no. What? No.

"Hi!" I greeted back.

"Ugh. Shut the fuck up. Stop being cheerful." Said Midnights.

"Hangover?" Rep asked, completely nonchalantly, as if having a hangover on a Tuesday at noon was normal.

And midnights nodded. What the fuck.

"Why do you have a hangover at noon at school??" I asked.

"Because I like drinking. Obviously. Use your brain you dumb fuck," she snarled, flicking my forehead with her middle finger.

"Asshole," I muttered.

She grabbed my collar and turned me towards her.

"What was that?" She asked firmly.

"Nothing..." I sighed.

She rolled her eyes and threw me down.

I just sat there for a second, rolling my eyes back. I looked at Lover and started conversing.

We laughed, we talked, I got punched by midnights, and the bell rang.

I go to my locker. And then she shows up.

"What the- why the fuck are you at my locker, nerd??" She demands.

"I dunno! My locker's here... I don't..." I trailed off.

She scoffed and grabbed my collar, throwing me at the wall.

I stumbled for a second and stared at the ground, blinking, as I got dizzy.

I should probably eat something soon.

Nah. I'll be fine.

She leant against her locker as I walked back up and grabbed my books.

She ate an apple and talked after she swallowed the bite.

"Where was your lunch?" She asks randomly.

I blink at how random the question was and reply.

"Huh?" I ask confused.

"You didn't eat lunch. Again." She repeated.