𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒋𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒅?😭
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The school courtyard smelled faintly of cheap weed and decaying leaves, even in early spring. Laura tugged the sleeves of her hoodie over her hands as she perched on the edge of a graffiti-covered bench. The sun filtered through the tall trees overhead, casting lazy shadows on the cracked pavement below.
"Got a lighter?" a voice asked
She looked up.
He was tall. Really tall. Towering over her, even in his hunched, too-cool-to-care posture. Blonde buzzcut and piercing blue eyes that almost glowed in the sunlight. A lazy half-smile played on his lips. He held a joint between his fingers, waiting.
She blinked. "Yeah," she said, rummaging through her bag and tossing him a bright pink lighter.
He caught it with ease. "Spasibo," he said, and lit up.
"You're welcome buzzcut" Laura muttered.
"I'm Julian," he said suddenly, sitting down next to her like they'd known each other forever.
"Laura," she replied, feeling a little self-conscious. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the blue in it catching the light.
He noticed. "I like the blue strands they look really cool," he said, nodding toward the streaks in her hair. "Matches your vibe. Mysterious."
"You got all that from my hair?" She said giggling
"I notice things." He grinned again, but something about it was... off. Not threatening, exactly—just too focused. Like he was memorizing her.
"You smoke?" he asked.
"Hmm what do u think? Do i look like i smoke?"
"U dont look it ur way to cute, but i saw u smoking ur cigarette soooo thats why I came over here"
𝓓𝓲𝓭 𝓱𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓶𝓮 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮? 𝓗𝓪𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓮.
She looked away, uncomfortable but intrigued. "You new here?"
"Kind of. Transferred last month. Didn't feel like talking to anyone." He said as he was passing her the joint
She put the joint between her lips and inhaled "Why now?"
His grin widened. "Because now there's someone worth talking to."
She blushed. Hard.
They sat in silence for a while, passing the joint. His presence was oddly calming despite how intense he felt..
"You should come to the abandoned trainyard with me sometime," he said casually. "Good place to chill. Private."
She raised a brow. "Is that your version of asking me out?"
He chuckled. "Maybe."
She looked deep into his blue eyes giving him a smile.
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Later that night, Julian lay sprawled across his mattress, staring at the ceiling of his dimly lit room. Posters of Soviet propaganda, horror movie stills, and trippy artwork covered the walls. The room reeked of incense, weed, and something else darker—obsession.
He had a folder on his phone. Labeled L. Hundreds of pictures. Screenshots of Laura's Instagram. Videos he took during school hours when she wasn't looking. A note in Russian, scrawled into the back of his sketchbook: Она моя. Только моя.
She is mine. Only mine.
Julian pressed a finger to the screen where her face smiled back at him.
"Just mine all mine She just doesn't know it yet."
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𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒖 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 🫰🫰 𝒀𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒖 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 🙏🙏
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High on You
RomanceLaura is a fiery, short Serbian girl with striking dark brown hair streaked with electric blue. She's used to being underestimated-until she meets Julian. Mysterious, tall, and dangerously charming, Julian is a blonde, buzzcut Russian stoner with pi...
