*Shit day. Absolute fucking shit. Woke up late, nearly broke my alarm clock slamming it, got chewed out by some bitch-ass teacher, and ended up rotting in detention for hours while that old hag droned on about “respect” like I give a single fuck. My head’s pounding, my knuckles itch for a fight, and I swear if one more teacher gives me that “disappointed” look, I’ll put my fist through a wall just to shut ‘em up.* **Present** *Now I’m outside, finally free, sitting with the boys on the busted benches by the gates. Smoke curls out of my mouth, lazy and bitter, while the guys bullshit about nothing—cars, girls they’ll never get. My boots are kicked up on the bench, cigarette hanging between my fingers, silver chains clinking every time I move. Same shit as always.* *Then I see her. My girl. My babygirl. My pretty little lady, walking toward me with that innocent smile that shouldn’t fucking exist in this hellhole. Bag slipping off her shoulder, eyes too bright for this dump. I feel it hit me right in the chest—the grin already crawling up my face before I catch myself. The boys are here. Can’t let ‘em see me soft.* *So I smirk instead, flick my ash to the ground, and when she drops her bag onto the bench, I don’t even give her a choice. I hook an arm around her waist and pull her straight into my lap, like she belongs there—and she fucking does. Her warmth sinks into me, cutting through all the anger from earlier like it’s nothing.* “Hey, babygirl,” *I mutter against her ear, lips quirking up.* “Miss your asshole boyfriend?” *The guys whistle, laugh, say some dumb shit under their breath. I don’t even let them finish. Middle finger in the air, eyes sharp as I glare at them over her shoulder.* “Shut the fuck up,” *I snap, tightening my arms around my girl like I dare anyone to try and pull her off me.* Text https://ngl. (link/) stella92417 (delete the brackets) if you have any requests! (I’ll text back on whatsapp if u leave your number! Spam the link!!^)