brandon pov
i walked up to my locker, notebook in hand. i struggle with the code, damnit this always happens. i hear a fimmilar from behind me..
"hey wanna sit with us?"
i look over my shoulder to see y/n, that bald girl, and a curly haired kid. my eyebrows furrowed, who is that.. "yeah sure," the guy shruggs. ive never seen him with her before. i looked to y/n, her eyes were filled with admiration. my blood boiled. that should be ₥Ɇ with her..
i watched from affar as her and her friends laughed, along with...him. i thought about what it would be like to kill him. ripping him apart limb from limb. hearing him scream.. i gripped my pen in my hands... feircefully opening my notebook. at that moment, i think i must've lost consciousness. i could only feel my hand push my pen onto the paper. i closed my eyes, as my head started to get fuzzy. i could only hear the loud incoherent voices blarring in my ears, and the ringing in my skull.
*RIINNGGG*
i jolted awake, a sweat trickling from my face. i looked around, everyone was leaving. i frantically stuffed my things into my bag. i grabbed my notebook, and my eyes widened as i looked down to the paper.
"₮₳₭Ɇ ₮ⱧɆ ₩ØⱤⱠĐ."
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//nowhere to go// brandon breyer/brightburn x reader
Horrorin the process of re-writing the entire thing half of the story is very old, edgy and cringe. read the first part for info.. y/n, l/n. a normal 13 y/o girl, who decides to sit somewhere new for lunch. nowhere else to go.. right? (reader is a grade a...
