School. High school.
Ugh
I walk through the gates, everyone staring violently like I'd done something wrong? Then I realised, I had.
I had a 'date' with the playboy.
Walking down the corridor, a little less confidently than I expected, was a crying Kylie Starr, the schools popular girl. Paparazzi style friends trailing her every step.
Elliot. I thought , thinking what he just might've done.
I rushed , traced her steps back to the dinner hall and there he was. The playboy. With of course, a girl on his lap.
Ugh this guy is such a-
'Hey Ashley!' He called , making me go a bit red.
I waved reluctantly his way. Walking over to where he sat, looking at him longingly, was the non-crying Kylie.
'Hello Elliot!' She said slowly, looking at me like I had some illness that made my ears black.
I stared back just as violently, maybe a bit more. So she ignored me.
I hate popular kids.
Elliot was sat there checking her out, eyeballing her up and down. And she let him do it.
At school. In public. I front of me.
Like I care anyway. He was the playboy. He didn't care about me.
Pfff.
'So... how about we get to class then Karly!' He said, scrolling her body with his eyeballs like she was a webpage. I started to stare at him again until he flashed me a look of 'stop it!' So off he went without saying another word to me.
'Ok! And it's Kyli-' She squeaked.
'Whatever doll-face.'
In class we had Mr Sanderson for DT *reference* he bored us all half to death with his constant lectures of wood types. Apart from Elliot of course who was engaging in a session of lip touching with Kylie at the back. The noise of it was merely stomach churning until Mr.S interfered, pulling them apart.
'No PDA in class, Mr. Harley and Miss Starr!' He yelled frustrated that his talk of 'plywood' was paused by such a scarring vision.
The bell rang and Elliot was off , I ran after him trying to shout his name, but the countless amount of textbooks and hands smashed my head down. Out of all the riot a smooth gentle hand urged towards my arm, I took it and I was pulled out of the fuss. Face to face with ...
The playboy.
We were there for another half a minute while the chaos calmed down just staring, him into blue and me into dark, dark space.
The possibilities...
But then he said something,'You're so-' He was cut off by Kylie forcefully grabbing him by the arm and running off towards the back of the school.
'Beau-' He tried following.
Thanks for reading everyone ! <3
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