One Shots ; D.H

Shit

WARNING: #231 on the list

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"COME ON THOMAS, I'VE SEEN MY MOTHER RUN FASTER THAN YOU!"

Internally you thank God for not allowing you to be on the men's school football team. The coach terrifies you, yet you come here after school everyday.

Obviously not to endure the satisfaction of seeing all the people you hate get tortured with massive amounts of exercise. But because it's your one opportunity to watch Daniel Howell without getting bullied for it.

Where you go to school, if you're caught checking out another social class such as the populars, it's considered punishable by death.

Well mostly just lots of laughter and punching. Being a shy girl with no friends is something you didn't exactly choose to be.

When your brother died two years ago, you kind of lost everyone. You were never that popular to begin with but all of your friends just felt super awkward around you.

It's like your personality had altered itself completely.

The last thing you needed was to have a stupid crush on a stupid boy who would never give you the time of day.

But here you are, sitting on the bleachers like an idiot, staring at #17 out on the field. It sucks, it really does.

"HOWELL PASS THE BALL SON, YOU AIN'T NEVER GETTIN NO WHERE IF YOU DON'T PASS THE DAMN BALL!!"

Your heart skips a beat at the mention of his name. It disgusts you to hear it said so angrily and harsh. When you say it, it sounds like honey dropping off a leaf into a cup of milk.

"PICK IT UP GRANDMA!"

Yep, just like honey.

The big game is almost up and if they win they get deemed champions of the whole league. It's a pretty big deal so practices have been running on longer. You didn't mind though, it meant more staring time for you.

As the practice continues on, you notice a couple of the popular girls that bully you from time to time appear and sit down a couple rows away.

This makes you feel really uncomfortable causing you to have to make a choice. You stand up, collect your things and step down from where you're sitting.

Your feet hitting each level of bleacher is too loud to go unnoticed and the girls start to giggle as you try and leave.

Unfortunately, the exit is across the field so you have to walk onto the track to get out. The girls call your name out but you ignore them.

Next thing you know they're following you. Fear washes over your body as you think about what they could possibly do to you. But a surge of confidence also appears out of no where.

"Being seen following me might hurt your precious little ego so please just get the fuck away from me," you turn around to face the three bitches that have ruined your social status so that you're where you are now.

They only laugh, "wow, the little whore finally has something to say."

There's the blonde one who leads the pack, the brunette with light skin who acts pretty but is really dumb as fuck, and the darker skin Latino who sleeps with everyone. Not being offensive, just giving a visual.