OUTCASTS

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Reads 266
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Parts 11
Time 15 minutes

girlschool nerdy outcasts singer teambebe âu

It's not easy to celebrate your differences when the whole school is against you. (Yes I realize this is one of the most cliche ideas ever)All Rights Reserved

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They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.

~no creds too me~ It's never easy being classed as a loser at school especially when you've got a crush on the most popular guy who happens to like you back but for some reason when he's infront of his friend he treats you like you're INVISIBLE

Enemies to lovers but the enemies doesn't last long.

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" We've been best friends for a long time. I don't want a stupid crush to get in the way of that.." she says " I've loved you for a long time. I won't be able to love anyone other than you.. screw our friendship just please, please give me another chance! I will never be the same without you." He cries

Short story, 3rd person pov If someone were to tell her that she'll like a boy from her school, let alone fall in love with him, she would laugh in their face and probably throw a physics book at their head. This out of syllabus hassle was so not on her to do list.

I was getting better, I was healing, but I forgot one thing, we never win, this is not a game, it's life, and in life people like me don't win. EVER.

The Streets

They were trouble. You could just tell by looking at them. They didn't talk to anybody, besides others in the group and people in our school spread stories about them all the time. They were intriguing and we all wanted to be apart of them. But of course, they weren't exactly open to letting others in. Overtime peoples wanting to be apart of them lessened or went away all together. But mine never did and I knew exactly why. It was her. The way she held herself and the mystery of what not only they held but what she held to. I figured it would just be an infatuation from afar. But oh how I was wrong.

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