By the way- Michelle=Michael (woot woot Michael) oh and trigger warning-offensive slurs
Rich fiddled with his loose yellow knit sweater, standing in front of his locker. He daydreamed about Jeremy, the hottest boy in the entire school. His palms got sweaty, as he imagined them kissing. His hands clutched his red skirt, matching the strip in his hair.
A quiet giggle fell from his lips, causing someone the person next to him to turn around.
"What's so funny? Is it me? I bet it's me-" The boy nervously looked down, shoving his hands into his red sweatshirt.
"Oh no, ith not you- ith...ith..juth thomthing thupid.. My nameth Rich." Rich cringed at how bad his lisp sounded.
"My names Evan. Uh, by any chance have you seen a girl named Michelle, she's my girlfriend."
"I haven't, but the thoundth thuper pretty."
"Trust me, she's the most gorgeous person I know." Evan swooned, grasping his heart, smiling.
"Wait one thecond.." Rich said as Jeremy walked down the hallway, wearing tight black skinny jeans, blue green combat boots, and a ripped up swampy green sweatshirt.
He just wanted to watch Jeremy's walk, the way he swaggered down the hall made Rich blush.
Jeremy noticed, smirking like a douche. He pressed his body against the locker next to Rich, letting his tall form tower over Rich's short one.
"What's up, Short Ass?" Jeremy said, looking down at Rich.
"Me? Well um-I..." Rich was at a loss for words, his blush more obvious then ever.
"Aww lil short ass is blushing. You got a crush on me?" Jeremy pressed, his eyes glaring. He continued before Rich could say anything.
"Cause if you do- it needs to stop. I can't have some faggot all over me." Jeremy said, grabbing Rich's sweater in his fist.
"Just leave him alone-" Evan whispered out enough for Jeremy to hear.
"What'd you say? I couldn't hear you, loser." Jeremy said, not really focusing on Evan, but on how cute Rich's ass looked in the skirt, but nobody could find that out since Jeremy was "straight as stick."
"I said leave him alone!" Evan yelled, catching the attention of some near by passers. They all gathered around Evan, waiting to see how this would play out.
"Woah woah woah, what's going on?" A girl with black, back length wavy hair asked, pushing her way through the crowd. She had noticed her red hoodie, and knew Evan was in trouble.
"Nothing that concerns you." Jeremy said, checking out her body. She scoffed, holding hands with Evan, as if to say "I'm taken bitch."
"If it concerns my Tree Bab, and his friend, then it concerns me." The girl said, pushing Jeremy back, making him let go of Rich.
"You'd stick up for these losers? Look at him, he's a fucking tranny." Jeremy said, pointing a finger towards Rich.
"Um, I'm actually not uh, tranthgender. I-I just like to wear thirth..." Rich said shyly, his crush on Jeremy being squashed and flattened into a lousy pancake.
"What the hell's a thrith?" Jeremy mocked.
"You know damn well he said skirts." Michelle pointed a short finger at Jeremy.
"Now stop being a prick and leave them alone before I bet your ass."
"Oh, like a girls gonna-" Jeremy was pushed to the ground, Michelle on top oh him, throwing punches like a pro. The entire crowd was chanting her name, which Evan gladly told them.
"I need to find thomone like her." Rich said in a serious voice.
"I'm so lucky..." Evan said as he watched his girlfriend beat Jeremy up.
