𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

◈ five ◈ (rewritten)

＊*̩̩͙✩̩̩͙*˚　5　˚*̩̩͙✩̩̩͙*˚＊

"practice, practice, practice. i need that essay by the end of this week. now, have a glorious day. class is dismissed," the english teacher, mr. styles, announced in his thick british accent. he flattened out the pink fabric of his suit coat as he grabbed the red marker and started writing something on the board.

ella finished jotting down a few more notes before closing her lavender journal. she got up from the plastic blue chair and gathered her belongings before exiting the classroom, along with her peers. she made her way to her locker and started dialing in her code right before she felt a tap on her shoulder, clearly startling her.

"hey," corbyn grinned, "i didn't mean to scare you." he had an armful of books as he stood just a couple of feet away from the brown-eyed girl.

"no, it's okay. i'm just a little jumpy," ella laughed quietly as she opened up her locker and placed her books and journal in it, switching them out for a couple of other books for her next class.

"i just wanted to make sure that we're cool. i really fucked up when i got mad yesterday at the coffee shop. i shouldn't have been such a douche," corbyn apologized, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

"it's alright, corbs. i completely understand," ella smiled, tilting her head ever-so-slightly as she gazed up at him adoringly. she knew that even as tough as he seems, he was just scared last night. and, well, why wouldn't he be? his words were slathered in venom but his eyes were filled with fear.

"i was just shocked, i guess," corbyn shrugged, shoving his hands into the pockets of his orange hoodie. "other people would have told the entire fucking school."

"well, at least now i can help you," ella pointed out, placing her hand on the cool metal of her locker as she gently closed it.

"help me?" corbyn raised his eyebrows. "i think i can handle this. trust me."

ella crossed her arms, her books pressed tightly against her chest. she glanced down at her pink converse and then back up at corbyn. "nobody deserves to handle things like this alone."

"i don't need a hand to hold, princess," corbyn smirked, almost as if he found her approach a bit humorous. however, he was mainly in disbelief and possibly some denial.

ella rolled her eyes playfully, a small smile still playing on her light pink lips. "just think about it," she suggested, walking past him as she faintly brushed her shoulder against his.

"think about it," corbyn mumbled to himself as he waltzed down the hall, passing through groups of chattering teens.

the blonde-haired boy knew that his addiction might be a problem. scratch that, he knew that it is a problem. a big one. a problem so big that the truth is, he isn't quite sure how to handle it. he just said that to buy some more time; more time to take the pills, wash away his lingering pain and kill his constant craving.

"yo, corbyn! wait up."

corbyn stopped in his tracks, turning around to see no other than his boys walking up to him. zach was the one that was hollering corbyn's name with jonah, jack and daniel standing at either side of him.

"wanna hang after school? we're heading over to jo's to play fortnite. season nine just started, bro," daniel invited corbyn, his tooth gap evident within his bright smile.

"thanks, man, but i'll pass. i'm busy tonight. gotta meet up with somebody," corbyn explained, now walking alongside the rest of them.

unbeknown to them, somebody happened to be his dealer.

sky speaks!

a few  rly important thingies!!!!

lavender may avery > anything else

this is rewritten bc i deleted the original chapter 5 obviously but that should be the last chapter pulled from the book i swear

there will no longer be texting or social media for this book bc im not vibing with it for some reason bc i usually love adding that in :/ pls don't h8 me thx

that also means that i will be editing out the [real life] brackets in previous chapters and editing out the social media users in the cast page so don't mind me okie dokie