(grayson).
one damaged student,
one caring teacher.
so many rules, laws, morals
stand between them.
will it all vanish in the
face of pure unchaste lust?
♡very mature content.
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SHE CAME BACK. and she was better than before.
the weeks of wearing hoodies and appearing to be a hot mess were over. she finally got her shit together and came back to school looking like an angel. with blonde hair.
at the hotel that dove found after a couple of hours of leaving her stepdad enriched house, she bought some cheap bleach and got to work, sitting on the edge of the murky white bath for hours making sure each kinky strand of hair was the shade of blonde she desired. then in a painstakingly long period of time, she carefully cut her curls with a quite blunt pair of scissors, chopping it to mid neck length. fingers aching, scalp slightly burning, she finally glanced in the mirror and adored what she saw. a new dove. a dove that was finally opening her wings and soaring through the cloudy sky. and she loved it.
she did this to commemorate the fact that she's free now. she's different.
dove came into school, wearing a khaki top, fitted to her medium bust and small waist with black jeans fitted to her thick thighs and round ass. thick eyeliner defining her feathery lashes, framing her now ice blue eye contacts. she looked better than she ever had and she wanted to show off that fact. in the school halls, she swayed her wide hips as she walked to her locker, catching the attention of many males, not that she never does but the number of boys had multiplied. her locker was low down, causing her to bend down unintentionally. "damn," resonated between the boys watching her and that when she realised what she was doing, a smirk spreading onto her glossy lips.
white jordans squeak against the floor, walking up to the caramel beauty. she doesn't initially notice, continuing to take out a few heavy paged textbooks from the locker.
"hey dove," a deep voice speaks, and causes dove to jump, nearly knocking her head against the top of the inside of her locker. she leans up, facing the person who speaks. and what a handsome person it was.
justin brodrick. one of the most beloved names in the school. the girls yearned for him, the boys envied him. it was clear why. he was dreamily gorgeous. with disorderly kinky hair and intimidating almost raven eyes, he could win the heart of any girl. he was very tall with slightly muscular arms, perfect for him to play basketball with. a silver septum piercing curved through the middle bit of the nostrils which was at least a little distracting to his gleaming smile.
the only problem was that he was that he's known for being milae condors' ex boyfriend. milae was the sidekick to notorious kendall cherrywood: the bitch that slept with doves' boyfriend at the time. so sadly he was kind of off limits ( not to dove though ). but at least he was free to gaze at.
she smiles up at him, almost swooning at his tall figure. "hey justin, what's up?" absentmindedly, she plays with a box — dyed ringlet of hair.
"nothing. you just look beautiful," he compliments, before taking a step closer and leaning against the block of lockers. "the blonde hair is really good on you, y'know." his cologne wafts into her nostrils and she tries not to make it obvious that she's gripping the side of lockers to stabilise her balance.
her two front teeth catching onto the tender skin of her bottom lip, she raises her eyebrows, "thanks. i guess i wanted something new."
"well you look hot. like really hot," his face is close to hers and she's afraid that he's going to notice that her heart is going absolutely crazy and beating ten thousand times each minute.
adjdagturhpqus, she thinks, her mind going completely blank as she doesn't know what to mutter back. is he seriously flirting with her right now, like is she really this lucky?
"well there's this party on friday and i wanna know if you can come? i would love to have someone this beautiful there," he dazzles her with a look that she can't comprehend. his eyes are twinkling and he moves his hand to hers, and intertwines his calloused fingers through the space between hers.
"of course i'll come."
he pulls at her hand, which yanks her body to his, their chests flushed together as she feels his defined stomach against her own and he moves his lips to her ear, "great. i'll text you the details." worming his hand to her ass, he grabs a handful and squeezes, causing her to jolt towards him. letting go of her fatty behind, he strides away not before winking at her with his dreamy chocolate eyes of his.
she giggles to herself like a crazed teenager over harry styles, wanting to scream "fuck yes!" to the whole hallway full of seniors and juniors. it's a miracle if justin even breathes your way, and the fact that he personally invited her to a party of his meant that she was a lucky girl.
slamming her locker close, she turns to see grayson dolan staring at her from the corner in the distance. he shakes his head, only slightly so dove even questions if he saw the whole thing, before disappearing from her sight.
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short chapter i know but only a filler tbh. justin is played by reece king, oof that beautiful ass man. the 'thank you, next' video is aesthetically beautiful; i'm so proud of my baby ariana.
