The Tumblr Effect, Affected

5.

"Retty, I see you brought a new boytoy," said a boy who Dominique recognized to be in at least one of his classes.

Seated on top of a brick wall, covered in splashes of what Dominique presumed to be paint were 4 teenagers, each seemingly mastering the rebel look.

"Be nice Ross," Lauretta said to the boy.
"Sup, I'm Freda," said a raven beauty, after taking a drag out of the cigarrete she was smoking. This girl had a volcanic explosion of curly hair, simply uncontrollable. With caramel skin, burgundy lips, jet black eyes, and a bull ring situated in her nostrils, she screamed brokenness from miles away.

"Ross as you know, pretty boy," He taunted.
Ross was dripping in ink, from the neck downwards, with his chocolate hair, flopping all over and wearing ripped, dark skinny jeans, a Kurt Cobain tshirt and demin jacket, it was clear he dominated the group. And with the way his electric blue eyes lingered on Lauretta, Dominique knew there was something there.

Breaking the silence was a deep voice, that simple shook the ground. "Xavier here," the boy said as he sipped his vodka.

With light blonde hair, musty brown eyes, dressed in washed out jeans, and a white tee, Xavier looked as if though he didn't belong. But as Dominique began to analyse he realised that Xavier, fit right in with the rest.

"Well mate, are just you gonna stand there, or say something," said Freda.

"Oh right, I'm Dominique, Nick for short, or whatever, I don't really give a shit," as he spoke realisation filled Freda's face.

"Oh you're the infamous Dominique, Rets here couldn't stop blabbering on about you," she said.

A scowl formed on Ross' face that did not go unmissed by Dominique and in that moment he knew he had already gained one hater in the group.

This was going to be one hell of a rollercoaster ride, he thought to himself.