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He was popular. I wasn't.

He had friends. I didn't.

He could make anyone fall for him. I couldn't.

I'm sitting alone in the hall (NOTE: I'm British so I will be using British terms also this is an AU and it is in High School ages 11-16 so most of the people in this will be 14) eating my dinner alone. I'm listening to Popular Song on Spotify until someone sat next to me. I pause my music and take my headphones out. I turn to the person sitting next to me. It was him. It was Tal. "D-don't you have friends to sit with?" I stutter. He makes me this way.

"I would if they were in today." He says.

 "So, why are you sitting here with me?" I ask.

"Why? Is there a problem?" He asks, turning to face me. I mentally smirk.

 "Yes there is." I reply. He grabs my wrist and takes me outside. He takes me to the part where no one goes and where the cameras aren't. "W-why are we here?" I'm back to a stuttering mess. He pushes me up against the wall. 

He puts his hand above my head, his tall figure leaning over me. (NOTE: She is 5'5" and Tal is 6'0") Tal starts kissing me, passionately. After a few seconds he gets rough. He makes his way to my neck and leaves a mark. After about 5 minuets of him kissing me, he stops. "If you ever try to be smart with me again, well, this is just the beginning of what could happen." He says and just leaves me alone with my thoughts...

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