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Scott ♥
 Name: Scott

Origin: Australian

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Grey

Personality: Strong, humorous, flirty, unique.

Likes: Rock music, crowds, girls, kisses, hugs, loyal people.

Dislikes: Being talked upon behind their back, snobby people, braggers.

This is Scott.

You met him when he was a jock at school,

And always used to flirt with you.

When you started dating him after the whole story,

His attitude flourished and he hardly was ever horrible. ♥

Story ♥

It was your first day at a new school. Your mum was a whore and you hated her, because she made you move to different places all the time because of new boyfriends. Your alarm rattled and you slammed it off.

You pulled on a pair on ripped skinny jeans, and a band t-shirt. You threw on some battered old converses, which were old but you absolutely loved how they were. They weren’t the same as some new pair; there were so many memories with them.

You kissed the locket that hung around your neck that your old boyfriend gave to you, and a tear slid down your cheek. You wiped it away. ‘Be strong, ___. Be strong. Don’t cry now, your make-up will be a mess.’ You walked downstairs, skipping breakfast. Your mum was a model and normally made you skip anyway, because she called you fat. You weren’t even fat, you were 94lbs which was a really low weight for you, but she still called you fat lots of times.

You walked into the car, and shoved the head phones into your ears, blasting out loud music. You ignore your preppy sister, looking at the mirror that she put in her bag, posing duck faces at herself.

Once you reached the school, you opened car door and slammed it shut, not bothering to say goodbye to your mum or sister. You grabbed your old converse bag, (The one which you had for over 3 years, but you loved It.) and walked into the school. Your hands were full, so you decided to give a good entrance, so you kicked the doors open. They went flying wide open, and it caused everyone attention on you.

The halls were dead silent. Every time you passed a boy, you gained wolf whistles and whispers only barely loud you could hear them say, “I’d tap that.” There was only one boy who caught your attention though. He stood out from everyone else.

He was surrounded by a gang of people, who laughed with him and nudged him violently at you. You walked into the reception, and then a plump, brown haired woman came to the desk.

“What can I do for ‘ya, sweets’.” She said, her Californian accent popping out.

“Erm, I’m here for my schedule…” I asked quietly.

“oh, ‘ya new ‘ere? ‘n’ what would ‘ya name be?” She said, now sitting down by the computer, ready to type.

“It’s ___ ____.” You looked her dead in the eyes.

“oh okay,’jus give me a minute ‘ere, so I can look up ‘ya folders ‘n’ what the head masters’ said about ‘ya.”

It took her about 2 minutes, then she handed you the sheet. You grabbed it, and said bye.

“Stay safe, you’re gunna need it ‘ere.” She whispered silently, only that you could hear it. 

You thought to yourself, ‘What did she mean by that?’ It didn’t look like a bad school at all!

LUNCH

You were looking around for places to sit, and everyone was pointing at you to sit with them. You looked to the table that was looking quite friendly, with that boy you saw earlier. You wouldn’t have thought that you’d be able to fit in, because they all looked preppy.

You sat down, trying not to cause any trouble and listened to their conversation.

“So, what’s your name.” A girl asked, named Mackenzie.

You weren’t really paying attention. You lifted your head up in dazed movement.

“Huh?” You asked.

The whole table laughed, and the boy smiled at you.

“She said, what’s your name, babe.” The stunning boy asked.

You blushed, knowing that he called you ‘babe.’

You looked down, whilst answering.

“Erm… ___.”

“Beautiful name, beautiful face.” He winked.

You blushed harder, and the whole group giggled. The girls around you gave you glares.

“Why are all the girls glaring at me?” You asked.

“Oh, pay no attention to them. They’re just jealous.” Another boy answered, who turned out to be your best friend in later life.

“Oh, okay. I should probably go…” You said, standing up.

“Wait!” The boy said, grabbing your hand.

You turned around, and he grabbed a pen and started writing on your hand.

“Come to this address at 5, okay? I want everyone to know who you are.” He smiled.

“Okay, I’ll be there. See you, hun.” You blew a kiss to him, and he blushed.

You walked away, everyone looking at you in awe. You were liking the school. A lot.

4:40 PM

I looked at myself in the mirror. My perfectly teased hair and eyeliner. My total ripped jeans, with a BRING ME THE HORIZON band tee shirt. You slipped on your battered up converses, and put on your nerd glasses and slid in your lip rings. You looked perfect.

You walked to the party door. You were nervous. Of – everything. You took a deep breath, and entered the party. The music boomed and the people laughed. You walked through, trying to avoid the drunken people. You saw the crowd you were hanging with before, and walked over to them.

“Hi.” You said, quite loud over the music.

“Hey, 7 minutes in heaven down there, wanna come beaut?” He asked.

You giggled, and nodded. He grabbed your hand, and started to walk you into the basement where you were all in a ring of people. You sat down.

“OKAY, ALL BOYS PUT SOMETHING IN!” The host shouted, grabbing everyone’s attention. The boys started to shuffle for things on them, and I could see him putting in the locket around his necklace. Funny thing was? I didn’t even know this boy’s name.

The turn came round to you, and you stuck your hand in deep, hoping for the best. You felt around, and felt his chalice. You grabbed it, and smiled when you saw it. He stood up, and grabbed your hand eagerly.

You gained wolf whistles, and “Get it there.” From other people.

You sat in the dark closet with him, dead silent.

You tried to start a conversation.

“So, I don’t even know your name…” you laughed.

“Oh yeah…” He blushed.

You tapped your finger, and he got the notice.

“Oh! Sorry erm… my name is Scott.” He smiled.

You absolutely loved the name Scott.

“7 MINUTES UP!” Someone screamed.

You walked out, disappointed.

“Hey, wanna go upstairs? --- maybe --- to the bed room?” He whispered softly in your ear.

You whispered back to him:

“Sure.”

You both led up stairs, to an empty bedroom. You both sat down.

It was awkward for some time.

“Hey, I’m going to go get a beer. Want one?” He asked.

“Sure.” You nodded.

He walked out the room,

And you sat awkwardly there until he came back.

After about 30 minutes you both were absolutely smashed.

“Heyyy.” You slurred.

“Wazzzuppp.” He laughed.

“Ya know… I’ve always thought you were hawt.” You giggled.

“Wanna make out?” He laughed.

“Oh okayyyyy.”

It all got pretty heavy, which then led to the bed. When you woke up in the morning with a sore head and a mystery guy next to you, you freaked out. You ran to the toilet and started puking. You thought it was just the booze.

“Hey baby.” He said, hugging onto your waist.

“Hey… I need to make a call real quick, okay? Can you wait outside for a minute?” You asked.

“Sure thing, hunny.” He kissed your cheek, then walked out.

You grasped the phone from your pocket, and slammed Mackenzie’s number in.

“Hello?” Her voice answered.

“Mackenzie?” You croaked.

“Aye aye, chickadee.” She stammered.

“Could you maybe get me a uh – pregnancy – test…”

“5 minutes. I’ll be there.” She hung up.

“You can come back in…” You whispered. He walked in and hugged you gently. Tears rolled down your face whilst you were hugging him. If you were pregnant, you didn’t know how he would react.

There was a knock on the door. Everyone had cleared out from the party.

You opened it, then grabbed it from her grasp.

You ran up the stairs whilst she made Scott distracted, and waiting.

You looked at it and gasped, tears hitting your soft pale eyes.

+

You rushed downstairs.

You nodded at her. Her eyes widened.

“Scott… private conversation… NOW.” You choked.

He led you into a different room, and he shut the door.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, sympathy covered in his eyes.

“I-I’m pregnant.”

He stood there, shocked for a while. Then a smile appeared on his face.

“That’s great…” He smiled.

“You think?”

“Yes I do!” He ran up to you, picking you up and kissing you softly.

A few years later, your parents found out and they were outraged, so you both ran away and started a new life together ♥