this is a fanfiction about Martinus Gunnarsen and Y/n.
Marcus and Martinus are not famous in this story and they are 17
Y/n is 16.
what if Martinus starts to be possessive with Y/n?? who is not even his friend?? will Y/n fall in love with Martinus...
Y/N's POV : I was so close to run after him and slap him over his face, like what the hell! He's crazy, he's so fucking possessive but I don't get it.
I don't understand him, he hates me, he says all the time that I look slutty in my outfits but then he's also angry when I talk with boys! The whole situation I'm talking about sounds just like a bad movie.
So surreal and ridiculous! Anyways after some minutes of just realizing what just happened, I slowly walked in the school building again.
Of course I past Martinus and his friends, who were watching every step I took. I realized that I have sport now, which means a class with Martinus and his whole gang.
Congratulations y/n! I went to my locker and grabbed my bag with my sport clothes and went to the gym hall. Since my two best friends and Noah weren't in my gym class I'm kind of alone. Well that is not true, there is a really shy girl, who's called Ella.
She's super shy but really nice and since we have just the school sluts in our class, we were always together. As I entered the changing room, I immediately went to Ella, we both changed
(see y|n's outfit)
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and went into the gym hall. All the boys were already in there, but Ella and me were the first girls as always.
As we walked into the middle of the hall, where we all meet up together, so that the teacher could check who was there, Ella asked me "what happened to your wrist?" and then she touched it gently. I said nervously "ehh, it was an accident but nothing serious" and then she just nodded.
As I looked up again, I saw Martinus who was looking at me very intensive with all the school sluts around him and his friends. Wow just the question about my wrist made me so distracted that I didn't noticed how the others got in.
