The Tumblr Effect, Affected

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Dominique was abruptly awakened by the bell which signalled the end of first period, it was only the first day, only the first period and he had already managed to  fall asleep in class. This would be a long year, he thought to himself.

As he stammered through the long halls, trying to navigate his way to his next class, he heard something. The pit-patter of leather boots knocking against the icy tile. And when he found the source of the boots, he realised that those boots were strangely familiar, and the owner of the boots was strangely familiar too.

"Hey," Dominique shouted so the owner could hear.
He received a few glares, but carried on nonetheless.
"Hey, you with the boots," He said a little louder this time.

The owner stopped in her tracks, and Dominique smirked to himself. As she slowly turned around, he couldn't help but marvel at the sight before him
You see when he first laid his eyes on her, that morning. He knew she was beautiful, but as he fully took her entire presence in, he realised beauty was too common of a description for the goddess before him. Dressed in demin shorts, covered in paint splatters, a white-tee with the words "fuck it" boldily printed in the front and of course the oh so infamous "rebel" leather jacket, stood the purple haired angel, cigarette in hand and all.

"Oh , it's you," she said voiced laced with nonchalance.
"Yeah, what a coincidence, listen I never got your name this morning and I ju-" she cut him off.
"Listen urhmm...?"
"Dominique," he responded
"Yes, Nicky, I don't know what this morning was for you, but for me,  it was honestly just the weed talking, or maybe the vodka, or was it cocaine, actually I don't really care. Either way, we aren't friends, so I'd really appreciated it if stopped shouting for me at the top of your lungs, I've got a massive hangover and I really don't have time for this shit, so do me a favour and just move along, go play chess or some shit like that," she mocked.

The room boomed with laughter and giggles, from those who had watched the scene unfold. Dominique was beyond pissed, who did this girl think she was. The audacity she had, and to think Dominique had thought she was a spark of hope in the shitty town, he now called home.

"Now you listen here, I don't who you are, or what you're all about, and I legit don't give fuck, if you think you are the next Harley Quinn or whatever. I didn't realise you'd be such a bitch about life, I simply wanted to take you up on that offer, you made this morning, but now I'm starting to regret ever crossing paths with a basic bitch like you. Walking around as if you're the shit, as if you stand out, but darling," he said, with a nonchalant shrug.
"a leather jacket can only hide so much, I know a wannabe when I see one." and with that Dominique grabbed her cigarrette, placed it in between his lips and walked off, leaving her absolutley stunned.