Bet ≫ A Lee Taeyong FanFiction

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LoserLoser: you look badass today, what's gotten into you?
Asshole: nothing, bye.

I smirked proudly, walking down the halls, with confidence. "You look fucking hot!" someone shouted toward me. I winked at him, fixing  my thin, long-sleeved, cropped top. The fishnets were making marks underneath my feet, as my black vans hid the colorful no-show socks i decided to wear, with my all black outfit. Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, a taller figure leaned against the locker next to mine. His brown hair was curly, his brown eyes lit up with amusement. A smirk played on both our lips. "Ashton King," he smirked. "Nolan Nye."

He had the Meet Me At McDonalds hair cut, which made him seem a lot more attractive. He wore diamond studs, but it suited his face. His clear, caramel skin, shone as the sun found its way through the poorly tinted windows of our high school. "Sit with me during lunch, yeah?" His smile was like mine. The "million dollar" smile that melted hearts, made blood rush to your cheeks, that let an entire zoo loose in your stomach. "We'll see, baby," winking, I walked away, my math, history, and chemistry book in my arms.

"Why haven't you talked to Taeyong in like a week? He's practically dying without your insults. what's up with you two?" Winwin frowned. I decided to ignore Taeyong and all his friends, except Lucas, cause we have gotten so close, like as if we were brother and sister. I ignored Winwin, and continued to my seat.

Once the lunch bell hit, and screams were sounded left and right. "Hey cutie," a deep voice chimed next to me. I looked over to my right to see Ashton. "Hey, you don't have to walk with me, you know that right," I chuckle. "Yeah, but I'm only walking with yo, just to make sure we have lunch together," he winks at me. "That was motherfucking smooth, King." i laugh. He smiles at me.
He is the popular. The King of Populars, literally. I was also considered popular because everyone knew me, but I never cared about the title or the group of plastics. If I was to become apart of the Popular group, I would have to be friends with Minyoung and her group of plastics. Last week, she insulted me, then WinWin came outta nowhere and exposed her of being once a hooker, but then he kissed me.

Maybe being part of Ashton's group isn't as bad as I thought it would be.