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“Hey, i have something of yours” Saff shut her locker door a little and widened her eyes, Stefan was holding her jacket out, she quickly grabbed it, shoved it in the locker and hastily closed the door. He laughed a little, “chill out, it wasn’t going anywhere” she rolled her eyes,
“that wasn’t the point, you should have left it somewhere or something for me” he chuckled again, “i have enough people thinking things about me without-” Stefan shook his head,
“you worry too much” she sighed sourly,
“thanks to your ‘bestmate” he rolled his eyes and leaned up against the lockers, putting his hands in his red jacket pockets. His jacket was undone and he had a black T-shirt with cupcake and crossbones, his black skinny jeans hung low and his hair was the fuzzy cloud of tight curls as per.
“You know, he’s not that bad” she narrowed her eyes at him,
“not that bad? To you maybe” she shuffled her books around and Oliver walked past, he winked at Saff. “Oh my god. This. This is what i mean” Stefan glared at Oliver, he smirked and carried on walking.
“Chin up, this isn’t Mean Girls, the next rumour will come up and yours will be old news and anyway, most girls wouldn’t mind having this kind of rumour-” he stopped when he caught the look she was giving him.
“I am NOT most girls Stefan Abingdon. The sooner you learn that, the easier you’ll find it to talk to me” she turned on her heel, thick brown long flicking over her right shoulder as she walked down the corridor, on her way to English.
“that wasn’t the point, you should have left it somewhere or something for me” he chuckled again, “i have enough people thinking things about me without-” Stefan shook his head,
“you worry too much” she sighed sourly,
“thanks to your ‘bestmate” he rolled his eyes and leaned up against the lockers, putting his hands in his red jacket pockets. His jacket was undone and he had a black T-shirt with cupcake and crossbones, his black skinny jeans hung low and his hair was the fuzzy cloud of tight curls as per.
“You know, he’s not that bad” she narrowed her eyes at him,
“not that bad? To you maybe” she shuffled her books around and Oliver walked past, he winked at Saff. “Oh my god. This. This is what i mean” Stefan glared at Oliver, he smirked and carried on walking.
“Chin up, this isn’t Mean Girls, the next rumour will come up and yours will be old news and anyway, most girls wouldn’t mind having this kind of rumour-” he stopped when he caught the look she was giving him.
“I am NOT most girls Stefan Abingdon. The sooner you learn that, the easier you’ll find it to talk to me” she turned on her heel, thick brown long flicking over her right shoulder as she walked down the corridor, on her way to English.
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