ロホ ～歩き続ける者～

A black leather jacket, pefectly jelled hair that fell to the side of his face, a perfectly chiseled jaw where i ached to trace my fingers on. His amber coloured eyes were probably the most mindblowing thing about him. 

How long did it have to take before i could no longer hide my attraction for him. 

The ever so mysterious guy at school. Lurking around school with his army of two. Terrorizing the insecure badboys with his handsome face but questionable personality. 

Attraction had striked me first when i laid eyes on him, he didn't appear like other boys at school. He was diffrent, far more outreached and to close to

despise. He carried a certain fear when he walked around, but that never stopped the girls from swirling around him like plagues. 

I never liked guys who were like him, they were mostly full of themselves amd arrogant. Never once thinking about others sufferings except if it would cause them hapiness.

But he was diffrent 

But isn't that what we all want it to

look like, like were so cool an too busy to care about the world. Well his wasn't a pretence, i could tell by the way he handled himself. 

I on the other side carried alittle too many of our family secrets. With a mother as neglectful as mine, wouldn't be scared if she just woke up and kicked me out of the house. 

I had my entire back up plan, finish school and move out. My brother never even lived at our house, grandpa max took him away when he was just six. Now, he only comes around thanksgiving, when were having family dinner. 

We couldn't call it that either, because i

see no family in them. The kind of job my mother does makes me sick. Adding to the fact that she refuses to tell me who dad is, pretty much makes me hate her more. 

I want a way out, out of the toxicity, out of the damage and the pain. And im willing to curve that road out myself.

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"And that class, would mark the end of our lesson today. No projects will be given out this week, as i am still working on your previous ones. Class is dismissed." 

The class had dispersed out in no

time. Not even letting the teacher gather his books to leave. Picking up my file, i huried out towards the door. 

Not concentrating on anything else other than the assignments I'd written down on my file.

I bumped into someone. Catching my books just in time before they hit the floor. 

Eyes glancing up, i met the shadowy figure of maddy wonker, flashing her long acylic nails in my face. 

Her eyes scanning me up and down as she gave me a look of disgust. 

"Watch where you're going you fat bitch!" She muttered, pushing past

my shoulders and strolling past me. 

The comment didn't quite suprise me, ofcourse having wide hips, a round big butt and a just a flat tummy is considered fat, not thick. 

Our elite school upheld high social standards, those with which this rich children often put up limitations for beauty. 

On mondays, the girls wore red and just a touch of the makeup, tuesdays were the days for skinny jeans and sneakers, the "pretty " girls of school always wore mini skirts and crop tops

In everything they all arranged in school, they would never lack the group that felt too important for

anyone else. 

Ofcourse, the famous mischievous Maya Jada had to school with us, the prime minister's daughter. 

It was wierd to watch how everyone always worshiped her, like she was a flawn in a plague, the only chance of safety and survival.

I however made myself stand out as a nerd, as my body quite threatened girls, who should have done good to be on my safe side, i burried myself in romance novels instead. 

In no time, i was writing my own, reading and writing eroticas was something i pretty much did with ease. A

smirk creeped up my face, realization that i had just made my first bully. I loved when people thought they could push me over. 

Truth is, i could so easily break her nose if i wanted to, but i needed a far enough motivation. 

Little did i know, i had just met a worthy opponent.

I rolled my eyes as i spotted Aston standing beside my lockers. He never really got tired. 

Day after day of asking me out, telling me how beautiful i and how great I'd

look naked on his bed. 

Ofcourse that was followed by several slaps, and heavy insults on how the heck he'd disrespect me like that. 

His bestfriend looked nothing of that behaviour, he seemed alittle more collected than this two who walked around him like body guards

"No.. No...No..no to everything and anything you're about to ask me, i told to leave alone you jerk." My words had only caused him to smirk. As though astonished i still had the fight in me.

I mean who did this guy think he was, he was handsome but not as hot as his friend who I'd been eyeing. 

"Its ok. But you'll come running to me someday. And perhaps when you do, you'll finally let me give you a taste of heaven" his words disgusted me, made me so irritated by his behaviour i couldn't even envision myself in an intimate position with the opposite sex.

In my mind, i wondered to myself, was it really that difficult to take a hint when you're not wanted somewhere. When someone wants nothing to do with you. 

Honestly, Ashton wss pretty much the fuckboy, sleeping with anything that wore a skirt had had two legs. I could never quite bring myself to settle for that. 

Never in a million years