Tyler's Pov
Ever since I was little I knew I liked guys. Maybe it all came to a shock to everyone because I would stare at girls so much. In reality I was checking out their clothes.
Yup you heard right. Clothes.
I love clothes that girls wear. Honestly I'd never really put a gender on clothes..what's the point?
People already have a hard time figuring out their own gender,
now they gotta find out if their favorite pastel pink crop top is a guy or a girl too?
I'd never been one to judge what people wear.
My personal favorite are my cut off overalls that I wear with my striped long sleeve, along with my knee high socks. It makes all the guys turn around.
I'm put out of my train of thought when Gerald my on and off "boyfriend" slaps my ass.
I roll my eyes at him.
"Yeah G?"
He pulls me closer holding my hips.
"Oh babe. Don't be so cold towards your daddy. Be a nice princess."
I grunt in disgust. But honestly Gerald is paying for my Killers concert next week...
He pulls me closer and wraps his arms around my hips.
He presses his lips against my neck and sucks down hard. Hard enough to leave a bruise I'm sure.
He licks my ear and I get shivers.
I hate this guy.
"You're mine princess."
He slaps my thigh.
"And don't forget it."
I smile at him. Fucking asshole.
I'm about to leave when he coughs.
"A little sugar for your Daddy?"
I roll my eyes once more.
I press a kiss to his cheeks but I guess it wasn't enough because she presses me against the lockers and grabs my ass, slipping his tongue in and mindlessly groping me until I bite his tongue.
"Fucking Dick!"
I yell as I walk away from him.
"Baby cmon! I didn't do anything wrong..for fucksake!"
His sandy blonde hair flails around in the air as I leave.
Fuck that guy.
I get a text.
Gerald: babe remember to drop by my house so that I can give you your big surprise.
Gerald: oh yeah and your tickets.
I groan internally.
I don't answer him.
But I know I'm going anyway..
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Careless Bitch (Completed)
Fanfiction"Yeah I'm a little careless. Yeah a lot of people say I'm a whore, they also say I'm a bitch. But remember when people actually cared what the fuck you said?" Said the Brunette boy to the Red headed boy. "I don't think you're a bitch." Said the boy...
