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T.F.B Besson

Last year of high school, you were the nerdy tomboy who kept to herself. Who somehow managed to become friends with five popular guys.

"Y/n wait up!" you turned around seeing a blonde rushing up to you. You prepared yourself for the impact of the ground but instead felt nothing but air underneath your feet. He had picked up you in a hug and swung you around.

"Corbyn put me down before your friends come," you said with a bored tone. He sat you down and smiled, "The guys love you," he chuckled. You gave him a face and he rolled his eyes, "I don't care what everyone else says." he said with a shrugg.

"well here comes your clown," you whispered turning to your locker. Cleo, the mean girl of the school embraced Corbyn. Then comes the rest of the popular squad. You sighed closing your locker, "where ya going?" he asked before you took off.

"Corbyn what do you think of my pink dress?" Cleo said moving in front of you. You shook your head, "Bye Besson." you turned on your heels walking away.

~Don't want a girl who takes selfies, want her makeup free
Don't want no mean girl lady, a pink prom queen~

Lunch, Corbyn dragged you to his table. Everyone stared at you like a lost puppy, "What's this freak doing here?" you tightly gripped the tray and turned to Corbyn. He glared at the girl, "I'm leaving." you said sternly.

You walk out to the courtyard, throwing your food away, you sat at a table where you had a good view of Corbyn and them. On your phone you paid no attention to everyone else. You heard someone clear their throat, "Y/n," you looked up knowing the voice. It was your blonde friend.

"Go back to your pink prom queen, clown makeup, selfie takin' mean bi-" he grabbed your hand making you cut your sentence off. His hand on yours was making your heartbeat speed up, "I don't want her," he said making you look down.  He walked to the side you were sitting on, "yeah well-" "well what Y/n?" he questioned in a raspy voice.

"Wh-well what do you want?" you asked stuttering.

~I want a girl who climbs trees, always dirt on her jeans
Her daddy told her how to fix cars, maybe she could fix me~

"A girl who likes acting like a monkey, likes the all natural look, someone who puts other before herself," he sent you a small smile, "some who knows how to fix broken things." his voice went into a whisper.

~I want a throwback kid who loves Missy Elliot
Who for my birthday, makes a mixtape and puts it on cassette~

"A girl who appreciates throwback music, likes doing things the old school way." he moves closer to you. You stare into his eyes, "is that it?" you whispered.

~Want a girl with common sense, who's dripping in confidence
Don't wanna die to get rich but she love Fifty Cent~

"No," he said leaning towards you, "also a girl who's smart, isn't afraid to be herself, and likes having two quarters." he lip twitched into a small smile. He leans in, you doing the same thing, "I don't a want a trust fund baby." he said before kissing you.