Look at you. You're the epitome of beauty. The one all boys drool after. The one the can have anyone in the world, yet you went after me. A girl. And not a very pretty one at that. Each day as you flirt with me, I wonder why you chose me to be the target of your want, your love.

I smile at you, thinking about what it would be like to be with you. As lovers. While I'm wrapped up in my own little world, a guy lusting after you slams me into a row of lockers, laughing.
I visibly shake with rage. "what the f*** did you do that for?"
”Shut it dy**. How's it going? You going home to an empty home each day, and having no one to care for you." He snarled.
"Hey! What the f*** do you think you're doing?" A girl a little bit taller than me pushed the guy away.
"If you got a problem with us dy***, then you'd better talk to us as a whole." She snarled.

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