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Brightside - Thomas Sangster

You haven't seen Thomas in 6 months, you were best friends for 16 years until he wanted to pursue his acting career.

Of course, you encouraged him. Even though it broke your heart into a million pieces.

When he left you realized what you lost; not only did you loose your best friend, but you lost the love of your life.

You also realized that once he left, high school was a nightmare. Thomas was one of the most popular guys in school. As Thomas's best friend, everyone knew to stay away from asking you out.

Once they left, you received catcalls and comments every single day.

Today, after school, you were going to meet Thomas at the airport.

***

You walk down the annoyingly crowded hallway. Even though your locker was closer to all your classes, you wished your locker was in the less populated hallway, because of all the remarks from every jerk at this high school.

"Yo! Eh! Baby!!" someone shouts.

You ignore it and keep walking past your locker until you feel a rough hand grab your wrist and turn you around.

"Hey! I was talking to you you know?!" he spits, harshly.

"Um I-I have to get to class," you say trying to walk foreword.

"Ay!" he says yanking your arm back into him, "I'm not done with you!" he says and then slides his hand up your shirt.

"S-stop!" you say pushing against his hands.

"Y/N? Is this guy bothering you?" a voices rises from the hallway, Dylan's.

Dylan was a very good friend of Thomas's, he tries his best to protect you like Thomas did. But after all, there is only so much he can do.

The boy slowly moves his hands away from you and steps away, he winks at you before turning his head and heading off.

You sigh in relief and look over at Dylan.

He steps over and gives you a half hug, "I know I can't protect you like he did. I'm sorry," he mumbles.

"It's okay...i'm fine," you say, knowing that that is far from true.

"I better...um get to class," you say, then you quickly move to your classroom.

Timeskip...

RRRRINGGG!!!!

The school bell finally rings and it is your last class.

You dart out of the classroom, praying to avoid any more encounters.

You make it to your locker and pack your bag. But you left something inside so you open it back up and reach, when you feel a squeeze on your butt.

You gasp and turn to face the predator when he pushes you against the lockers and places his hand on your hips.

"I've got a party tonight, if you're comin'...i'de like to give you the pleasure you've been missing sweetie," he grins.