He did it. He finally did it. He pushed me over the edge. This dickhead was gonna die.
Dylan. Where do I begin to describe him? One of the most popular guys in our year, who also seemed to have a stick shoved up his ass (authors note: MCQUAIR IF YOUR READING THIS: SOME KINKY SHIT) with his blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, everyone loved him. Apart form me. I hate his guts.
Is it jealousy? Hell no. I don't want the life he lives. Is it a petty crush? Not a murderers chance in heaven.
We were childhood friends, we still know everything about each other, and we still live on the same street. It's annoying.
This was it though, I'd had enough. He was going to die. He went too far this time. As you can tell by his description he's obviously popular with the ladies, but ladies aren't popular with him. He hasn't been out with anyone since year 6. It's been 4 years. Anyway, he receives constant love letters and confessions from admirers. One of his admirers is/was my good friend Ashley. A kind girl with deep chocolate eyes and vibrant red hair, had admitted that she liked him. Only, he humiliated her in front of the entire school. She hasn't returned for a week. I've just come back from sickness so I didn't see it. I heard of it from another friend. I've had enough of his playing, if you're gonna reject the girls, why do you flirt with them?
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A secret shared with Dylan Smith.
RomanceV v v v v gay at some point in time. Possible cross dressing because yeah KINKY SHITE PEOPLE KINKY SHITE LET THE NOSE BLEEDS BEGIN (CAUTION: MAY NEED TO KEEP YOUR BLEACH NEXT TO YOU JUST INCASE)
