Chasteté {Ryder Scanlon}

l'amour à première vue

      Click. Clack. Click. Clack. Her shoes tapped down the hallways as people made a pathway for her like Moses and the Red Sea.
Whispers echoed the walls. It's her... Channel... four houses across the Western Hemisphere... didn't I see her in that Teen Vogue magazine?

      Channel Vuittonë strutted down the hall alongside her one-year elder brother, Jeremy. "Yo Jerry! You up for practice today?" Liam Natters, the star goalie  and co-captain of the Oakland High Roosters, hollered as his height allowed him to tower over the crowds.
      "Ayyyy man, you know it!" Jeremy bellowed back.
      "Jer, I thought you said you'd drive me to the mall to get my homecoming dress?" Channel asked her brother.
       "Ahhhhh, soccer practice is only an hour and a half today, all you have to do is find some way to occupy your time then I'll drive you to the mall." He compromised.
        "Ugh- fine. But we're getting Chipotle after I'm done." Channel smirked, knowing how much her older brother loathed the restaurant.
         "Whatever you say Channie." He said as he kissed her on the forehead and ran to meet up with is friend that was still standing in the crowd.
         "DONT CALL ME THAT, JEREMIAH!", her screeches hitting his back.

With that, she continued on to her first period class-- dreaded Algebra II. Sigh.

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Walking out of fourth period, Channel was R-E-A-D-Y, READY to get some food in her.

"Girls travel in packs. That's just a fact. Maybe that's why he's not asking you. He's scared. I mean, sometimes boys tend to be wimpy, maybe Ted is just that type of guy." Channel soon cringes after hearing her own words.
"Really?! Well how would you know, Channel? YOU'VE NEVER BEEN WITH A GUY! Why don't you date? Do you think you're too good for any of the boys here, your highness?!" One of her 'friends' (some say friend, some say minion), Jane Smith, screeched after Channel explained why Ted Jenster wasn't asking Jane out for the Homecoming Dance.
The cafeteria went silent. Never has the room been void of sound completely. And now it chooses to be.
           "Okay, listen here, bitch. I choose to not get with guys- and not because I think I'm better than everyone else- I am waiting for the right guy. And I'm starting to think that you should do that too, because if you did then maybe we wouldn't be having this conversation now would we?" Channel smiled sweetly. Oh yea, her Queen Bee side just came out, and you did not want to come across her wrath.
As her lip quivered all poor Jane could get out was, "I-I but-t".
And then she ran out of the room. Crying her eyes out.
And once again, the room was shocked into science. Or maybe it never returned from the previous silence.
Then one singular clap started up among the crowds. And soon everyone followed. Clapping and whooping for the Best Bitch In School: Channel Vuittonë.
Channel smiled and continued to eat her Caesar salad and fries on the side. Lowkey grateful to whoever started the applause.
Little did she know that our very own Ryder Scanlon was the culprit. And that he vowed to figure out what made that girl tick, one way or another... if you know what I mean. *wink wink*

A/N: took me forever to update considering I started this on the 18th of February lmaooo. But new story! And as you can see it is another character the amazing Nick Robinson plays. Hope you enjoy and keep reading! Vote, Comment and Share!

~T😘