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bubblegum bitch by marina
the hallways filled with gasps of awe as the girl walked. her hips swayed as she walked, her hair flowing perfectly behind her.
y/n l/n, a girl who everyone either loved or hated. she was popular for all of the wrong reasons; endless amounts of detentions, a few suspensions and at least five encounters with police.
she was las vegas' angel.
y/n was carefree, not giving a shit about what people thought of her; the type of girl to kiss and move on. that's what young love was to her, something to chew up and spit out.
the girl you'd die for.
she adored the attention; the nicknames people gave her, especially by boris pavlikovsky.
boris and theo, her best friends; her only friends. the only people who would listen to her.
the girl walked up to him, licking her bottom lip as she lightly winked. "pavlikovsky." she saluted.
"sweetie pie." he nodded.
y/n looked over to theo, flashing a quick smile. "hey theo. walk me to class?"
he nodded, shooting a small smile. both of you walked off, a sly glare shot at from boris, a small pang on jealousy burning in his chest.
y/n and boris walked aimlessly through the supermarket, wondering without wallets nor money and on a time limit and their young friend waiting outside.
boris lightly smelt the bubblegum shampoo the girl used when she pushed herself against him ever so slightly. she gave him a light smile as she grabbed a sucker from the stand, unwrapping it and sucking it.
it was bubble gum flavour; was he surprised? no.
they finished their shopping spree, taking about three bags of candy, two energy drinks and a pack of cigarettes.
boris and y/n swung weakly on the old rusty swing set, staring off into the blank desert in front of them.
boris thought: so many boys would kill to be next to her like me.
"boris?" she muttered, chewing on her bubblegum.
"hm?" he hummed, stopping his swing. "yes?"
"can i.. kiss you?"
his heart must've stopped because he swore he felt dead for a second. maybe it was the cold gust of wind that suddenly passed with her question; or maybe it was the loving stare she gave him as she spoke.
"why would you want to do that, candy bear?" boris asked as he took a whiff from his cigarette.
y/n huffed lightly. she felt let down, not knowing whether or not he had just rejected her or if this was one of his manipulating questions. she just wanted a kiss. she was afraid he thought he would become one of her useless kisses.
she felt a cold, callused hand on her cheek, the thumb gently caressing the skin. her lips felt warm when his cold chapped ones collided with hers.
her lips tasted like liquor and bubblegum- and maybe a hint of cherry soda.
oh dear diary, i met a boy he made my doll heart light up with joy! oh dear diary, we fell apart welcome to the life of electra heart!
