I Met A Badboy At Waitrose... And Now He's My Boyfriend

It hurt

Odlaws POV

5 YEARS EARLIER

I sauntered through the enteance to the school at the beginning of a new day. I was surrounded by my four groupies and we walked in our normal formation.

It was a pyramid with me at the fronts, then Bradwick on my left and Chadwick on my right. On Bradwick's left is Ladwick and on Chadwick's right is Radwick. As the layers went back they stood further backwards so we were in an arrow. And right at the back was a guy called Kyle. No one likes Kyle. No one.

Together we are...... "omg the godly hees theyre here theyre here omg what do i do what do i do" Yes that is who we are. The Godly Hees, otherwise known as the Godly Hunk Bees. Bees for my colours, yellow and black. Hunk because well..... we're ripped. Or, if you really like us, just the Hees.

Then suddenly, I spied over yonder. The nerd, whom I hate with every fibre of my being. He has red and white loathful striped tshirt an idiotic hat and his name, is Wally.

Then Kyle saw him too and I heard some excited giggling from behind me. Fuck off Kyle. Ignoring him I sauntered off, ditching my groupies, to the locker against which Wally was stood.

Dramatically, I thrust my arm and chest forward, to encase him in a cage of intimidating ripped flesh. Aren’t I just the coolest person you’ve ever seen??! Fuck yeah of course I am. My leg shot out to violently interact with his ankle. He collapsed, in obvious discomfort and violation. I heard footsteps behind me and twirled dangerously around because I’m a danger boi. I saw Brad and Chad presenting a nonbiodegardable paper teacup to me (please note this was five years ago when society was less progressive. we do not support non biodegradable cups save the blob fish pls), holding it aloft above their heads. Smirking, I held out my hand and they placed it carefully in. I looked pointedly down at Wally, the tea in a precarious position, nested in my muscular hand above his head.

Laughing at the the immense fear upon his face as he gazed up at me as I contemplated his fate. Pouring the tea on him would not be a thing I would do. Why? I'm no swine.
I sipped the tea, holding eye contact with the red and white fiend.

Wally gasped, in his british accent. He was probably wishing that that sweet sweet fresh holy gorgeous beutiful sweet glimmering sweet british beverage was passing through his soft rosy lips.

I smirked. I could feel my fist, hanging by my side. I felt it itch with desire.
I thought:
What if?
What if my first were to collide with wally's face?
...
And then it did.
A soft thud resounded through the corridor.
The silence which followed was near deafening.
If peoples heads weren't turned already, then they were now.
Then, the whispers started.
"Look at that blubbering idiot on the floor"
"He looks like a fucking candy cane"
"Its chicken nuggets day today at lunch, right?"
"He's such a trolley"

Wally, that idiot, was coiled up in a ball on the floor, covering his head with his arms. Time for the great odlaw to speak once again.
"That's right everyone. He's a trolley. A trolley of idiocy!"
Silence broke out again over the corridor.
Then came the cheering.
"Godly Hees!"
"Godly Hees!"
"Godly Hees!"
Kyle was also cheering.
That idiot.
Fuck kyle.
But oh well, I guess our work here was done.
"Come on boys, lets go."
I rallied my men, and we turned.
As i turned, I caught a glimpse of Wally's friends, Tristian amd Mateo backing out the doorz probably hoping that wally wouldnt see them.

Ha. Not even wally's 'friends' liked him.
Maybe he was even worse than Kyle.
No.
No one is worse than kyle.
Fuck kyle.