God Of Desire

chasing attention

Anastasia :

As I stepped out of my car and headed toward the school entrance, I spotted Indie and Jett waiting for me by the doors. They looked up as I approached, smirking at some shared joke.

“Morning,” I said, falling in step with them.

Indie tossed me a knowing smile. “Ready for the latest school drama?”

I gave her a skeptical look. “What now?”

“Emma’s back,” she said, practically rolling her eyes.

“Emma?” I asked, glancing between the two of them. “Who’s that?”

Jett scoffed “Ahh, the meanest bitch I’ve ever met.”

I raised an eyebrow as Indie chimed in. “You know the typical Blonde,mean to everyone , and loves the attention, loves getting her dick wet by every boy she meets, especially if their popular.”

As we strolled down the hallway, I noticed Jett give me a look, like she was weighing her words. Finally, she spoke up, her tone laced with frustration.

“Emma’s…let’s just say, she’s got this thing for the horsemen” Jett said, her expression twisting slightly. “Especially my brother. It’s like she’s obsessed with him.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Obsessed? Like, how?”

Indie jumped in, crossing her arms. “She literally follows him around any chance she gets, acting like he’s hers or something. And even though Madden and the guys barely acknowledge her, she just won’t get the hint.”

Jett nodded. “It’s actually kind of sad. She throws herself at him and my cousins, like all the time. No self-respect whatsoever.”

“Yeah,” Indie added with a scoff, “and it doesn’t help that she’s always bragging about how they’re her ‘boys’ whenever she’s around. The delusion is unreal.”

I felt my expression twist into one of pure disbelief. Honestly, I’d never understood girls like that...the ones who would do absolutely anything just to grab a guy’s attention. It was baffling…and more than a little disgusting. The idea of throwing away all self-respect for the sake of someone who barely noticed you? I couldn’t wrap my head around it.

As we continued walking through the bustling hallway, the noise of laughter and chatter surrounded us. The energy was palpable, and I could feel a sense of camaraderie building with each step. When we spotted Madden and Ivarsen leaning against the wall, deep in conversation, Indie couldn’t help herself.

“Hey, what’s up, you two?” Indie called out, a playful grin lighting up her face.

“Not much, just debating the finer points of life,” Ivarsen replied, raising an eyebrow. “You know, like what constitutes a ‘cool’ hoodie.” He pointed at Indie’s vibrant tie-dye getup, which looked like it had survived a rainbow explosion.

Indie rolled her eyes. “As if you know anything about fashion.”

“Oh please, Indie, that hoodie is basically a fashion crime,” he shot back, smirking.

Indie’s irritation grew. “Excuse me? This hoodie is iconic!”

“I can practically feel the fashion police on speed dial for you,” he retorted.

“Oh yeah? At least I have a sense of style and don’t walk around in black tees and black pants like a basic bitch,” Indie shot back, eyeing him up and down playfully.

Ivarsen rolled his eyes, but before he could respond, Jett chimed in. “Not to be rude, but both of your outfits are horrible today,” she said with a lazy smirk.