Rylands pov
It was another tired morning. As I moped through the hallways, ignoring people's stares, i couldn't get Shane out of my mind.
He still wasn't at school, yet my heart ached for him. I wanted to feel his soft pink lips mouth with mine, his hands on my skin, the smell of cologne wafting around us. The way his lips tasted of cigarettes.
I needed that taste again.
Resting my head on my hand, staring out into the sky. That was all my classes were. Never paying attention.
"Look who it is." the teacher groaned, frowning. "Nice of you to show up, Dawson. How long has it been?"
"Not sure Mrs. who's keeping count?" The boy in the leather jacket says, his voice deep and raspy. He rolls his lit cigarette between his fingers and places it in his plush lips, inhaling while he makes his way to the seat next to me.
"For gods sake." Mrs mutters under her breath, then snaps at him loudly "Put the fucking cigarette out."
"Language Mrs" Shane laughs, crushing it on the desk; flicking it away. Not caring about anyone, any rules, anything.
Mrs tenses, realising that she had sworn in front of the class, a mistake that could cost her job. "Don't say anything, just put it out and get to your seat" she mumbles.
He turns his head to me, a smirk on his face. "Did'ya miss me gorgeous?" He coos, capturing me with his sparking eyes.
"Not at all" I laugh and face the front, forcing myself to not be looking at him for the rest of the class.
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[new message: Shane]
(Shane) : hey rach x
(Rachel) : hey shay x
(Shane) : tf is wrong with Ryland
(Rachel) : you kissed drunkly at the party and he hasn't seen you since?? fuckin hell
(Shane) : what did I do?
(Rachel) : you haven't been at school for a week!
(Shane) : I was busy
(Rache) : yeah busy getting fucking high
(Shane) : shut up
(Rachel) : without me tOo I might aDD
(Shane) : whatever
(Rachel) : why don't you text him?
(Shane) : ...
(Shane) : don't have his number
(Rachel) : here you go then
(Rachel) : [ryland adams number attached]
(Shane) : thanks...
(Rachel) : ask him out already
(Shane) : fuck up
(Rachel) : have fun with rylandd :)))) xx
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Shanes pov
I couldn't text him.
If I texted him, it would be all over.
Not only I couldn't text Ryland.
I literally couldn't.
Because he already has my number.
The number that is the exact same one.
The number of S.
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[A/N: THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT I LITERALLY STARTED TO CRY SKSKSKKSK it's also 2am and I can barely type but I need to write a lot.
I also need more lofi to listen to plz comment good ones :) xxx]
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bad / shyland / completed
Fanfiction"everyone calls me the bad boy; what do you think of me?" contains: swearing, drug use, breaking and entering, depression, cutting (only a little bit), and abuse/references to abuse
