*lowercase intended*
he has a rough background and is known for his
bad-tempered personality, but is able to admit he
likes her.
she is quiet and observes from the outside, but
...
waking up with clothes everywhere, i can't help but feel a little disgusted in myself. did i, like, get drunk off my face or something and have a try-on fashion show? fucking hell.
of course, before getting out of bed i am straight on my phone. duh.
with multiple notifications from instagram, i check my recent post, only to see that i've gotten a few more likes, and a couple more comments. i scroll through them, smiling to myself at ian's, but then my face drops when i reach the last one.
himattchampion; fuck how are you real
i feel my cheeks heat up. damn. do i like the comment, or, do i comment back? ian's a social media king, and it would be suitable to call him for the answer, but instead, i leave it for a while.
i return to my instagram feed, just scrolling through until i remember something. i almost gasp aloud. matt must have accepted my follow request by now.
quickly, i go to his account, only to find that i now have access to all of his posts. shit damn. sub consciously, i go through all of them. fuck, he's hot.
wait, what the fuck is wrong with me?
i said i have become a changed woman, not your normal, obsessive teenage girl. oh, shit.
waving away my thoughts, i return to my phone, tapping on his recent. i'm lucky this was posted yesterday too, so i have the right to like it. i double tap. examining the picture, he's wearing his signature dark blue beanie, and a yellow shirt tucked into his jeans. he looks pretty fucking cute.
today, i'm feeling confident. after all, like i have been mentioning, i am a changed woman. so, i allow myself to comment.
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instagram;
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himattchampion; 🌷🧘🏼♂️🌷🧘🏼♂️🌷
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user1; fire 🔥
user2; 😍
ameervann; i like that shirt
kingmel; mighty fine
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throughout the day, i find myself just cleaning up my room, and trying to actually get some study done. i don't bother with english, because there's no way i going to start reading a fucking novel on a saturday, but i start with biology. we've been assigned this work packet as revision for our upcoming test. in procrastination, i look at each of the question, then taking my time writing my name on the front page.
the first question:
define evolution: ________
oh, fuck this shit. i realize that the first question is always the most basic, but i don't know shit. and i don't plan to. helplessly, i whip out my phone and start going through all my social media, until i notice i've received a text in imessage. and of course, it's lainey.
...
imessage;
lainey; damn, hot boyfriend mel ;)
me; what? what are u talking about?
lainey; you know silly matt or whatever his name is i mean that's what it says on his instagram
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as it usually does with her, my heart sinks. and i feel sick. now she's gone and found matt to drag into this.
the bitch has been stalking me.
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i was eating pringles, but not even they could motivate me to write this chapter ugh sorry it's shitty ... but we nearly at 2k tho ...
