𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄. in which the alleged softest boy in the bowers' gang meets a girl who encourages him to show his true colors.
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❨ EST. 2018 ❩ ✓
❨ EDITED. 2024 ❩
written by kaya.
victor criss x fem!reader
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( THE BOY IN THE BUBBLE ) ACT I, CHAPTER ONE: NEW GIRL
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the school halls buzz with the energy of students eager to head home, the sound of lockers slamming and voices overlapping in a chaotic chorus. the dismissal bell had just echoed through the corridors, signaling the end of the day.
among the sea of backpacks, a girl stands out, her presence commanding attention.
she's dressed in scuffed combat boots that thud against the tile floor, a plaid skirt that swishes with her movements, and an oversized graphic tee that drapes over her frame.
with purposeful strides, she maneuvers through the throng of students, her expression focused, unfazed by the curious or judgmental glances that followed her as she passes.
"who the fuck shows up on the last day of school?" greta scoffs as her and her friend's gaze follow the girl.
"she just wanted to be the center of attention." sally, greta bowie's one and only true friend crosses her arms across her chest.
just as greta is going to speak, a familiar voice cuts her off.
"you do realize you guys are giving her what she wants, right?" the bleach-blonde haired boy smirks as both greta and sally stare at him with opened mouths.
"nuh-uh! we weren't even talking about that slut, we were-"
"stop running your damn mouth and come on. we're going for a smoke." henry cuts the dirty blonde haired girl off, nudging victor in the process.
with giddy expressions, the fifteen year old girls follow the older boys, not at all shameful about their infatuation towards them.
a couple of hours go by as the bowers gang, greta, and sally chain-smoke and fool around.
however, in the corner of her brown eyes, greta spots the new girl.
"there goes that slut again." she groans as she hands patrick the cancer stick.
he rolls his eyes and takes it, quickly glaring at henry as if to ask "why do we hang with them?".
henry only shrugs in return.
"quit complainin' to us and go tell her to her face." belch mutters, hooded eyes watching the (s/c) skinned girl ride her bike right into the woods behind the school.
greta glances at sally who quirks an eyebrow.
"fuck it." she mutters menacingly, standing from her spot on the curb, "that son of bitch doesn't get to show up and act like she owns the place."
