𝖓𝖚𝖒𝖇 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 || 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖆𝖙𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖈

𝖔𝖓𝖊

molly's pov

i was just sitting outside of my class on the floor, drawing in my sketchbook.

"what's this?" someone asked and snatched it away from me.

i looked up panicking and saw ian sandler, my bully.

"give it back." i said quietly.

"what was that?" he played dumb.

"are you deaf or just dumb? she said give it back, asshole." said now christian anthony.

ian scoffed and dropped my sketchbook in front of me on the floor.

i hurried to pick it up.

i didn't want anybody to see what's in there.

"now fuck off and leave her alone."

ian really went off after christian said that.

"thank you, kras." i said quietly.

he sat down next to me.

"nah. it's fine. he's an asshole." he replied and crossed his arms behind his head.

"what are you drawing?" he asked me.

"oh, just something for my art class." i answered blushing and packing my sketchbook in my bag.

christian anthony and i are something like friends i guess.

he was the popular guy who plays basketball and i was the awkward art kid.

we met in detention.

he was talking back to a teacher and i was found skipping history class.

he was the one who started the conversation we had at this day.

"do you wanna hang out with mitty and i after school?" he asked me suddenly.

mitty was mitchel cave, his best friend.

he was a stoner with raging adhd but also a very sweet and gentle guy.

"sure. what's the plan?" i answered while standing up as our teacher came up.

"we wanna skate and smoke at the park."

"sweet."

i couldn't really skate but they were very passionately about teaching me that.

also mitchel got me into smoking weed.

it helped me with my anxiety.

also it was always fun with them.

"speaking of mitty. where is he?" i asked and looked for him.

"skipping. he said he will go to mcdonals and bring us some nuggets."

"nice. he's always so good to us."

"it's his nature." he said and sat down in the seat next to me.

math was boring so i spare you with that.

***

"don't worry. i will not let go until you say me otherwise." he said as he holds my hands while i stood on his board, trying to hold balance on it.

"you say the same thing last time and i ended up with a bruised knee." i replied sarcastically.

"this time i will not let go. i promise."

"so how is it going with you and this.. what was her name?" mitchel asked him while rolling a blunt.

"her name was allison. she's good in bed but that's all." he answered shortly too focused that i not falling off his board again.