in which four girls attend sixth form
and befriend absolute wankers ♡
❛ the four of you are fucking insufferable. ❜
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➣ damon albarn x oc
➣ liam gallagher x oc
➣ noel gallagher x oc
➣ graham coxon x oc (no)
ongoing ✓
it's all just a bit of crai...
DAMON ALBARN HAD tried to talk to Jess about their kiss and the wank various times. Each time it didn't go his way. She was either too tired to talk about it, or she wasn't in the mood. This time however, he was sick of it. He needed to know why-why she had kissed him and not the other way around. Maybe it was due to his dreadful hangover that he felt like having such a depressing conversation, but he needed it done and dusted.
So that's why he trailed himself out of drama and on down to music to pull her. They'd had drama, but their teacher happened to be off so Jess had gone to music to try and complete some composition work. Damon decided to be a lazy bastard and just die in his nearly empty drama class. He couldn't deal with classical music and a hangover, it was too much. He only liked hangover music when he got to choose it.
He slowly treaded down through a couple of corridors, not even flinching when he saw Liam who was trying to throw a cherry tomato in his face. He just let him do it, he couldn't even muster up the energy to tell him to fuck off. He was mega depressed.
Neve had been with him and Damon had heard faint mentions of Brona's name, on any other day he would've been nosy and tried to listen in, but he couldn't even listen to his own fucking thoughts as his head pounded. So he just walked on, not before giving them the finger though-he at least had enough energy for that.
He knocked lightly on the music door, trying not to disturb the class. There were a couple people in trying to get stuff done, it seemed the school teachers had a plague.
"Damon, come to join us?" His music teacher asked, surprised at his sudden appearance. Damon wasn't one to show when he had free periods, he left his composition for class time which barely gave him anytime to cover music theory or performance. His teacher hated him.
"No sorry," he nearly cried at the sound of his own voice-it was too loud. "Can I borrow Jess for a minute?" Seeing the questioning look across the teachers face made him clarify, "for drama, I need her to help me with a couple of things."
Mrs Taylor nodded her head apprehensively, she clearly didn't believe him, but she just couldn't be annoyed dealing with him. "Yeah, that's fine," she replied, "bring her back though, she's got loads to get done."
"Can't make any promises," Damon mumbled, unluckily for him Mrs Taylor had heard and had sent an extremely nasty glare his way. "Only joking," he tried to cover up, letting out an awkward chuckle.
Jess looked a bit mortified, and very red due to Damon pulling her out of class for a non-existing reason. There were fourth years looking at her as if she had three massive fucking heads. There were girls and boys in her year gossiping, wondering what in the fuck Damon Albarn wanted her for.
They walked down the corridor, coming at a standstill beside the drama toilets. Jess yanked him inside, no one went near the drama toilets this time of day. She slammed the door behind them and gave Damon an irritated look.
"What was all that about then?" She had asked, angrily staring at him. She adored Damon, she did, but Jesus she needed to get a move on with her composition and he was stopping that. "You may tell me Albarn or I'll have you swung round this bathroom." Mrs Taylor may have mentioned if they didn't have 20% of it done by next week then she'd make them stay after lunch and come during free periods.
"Why the fuck did you kiss me?" He just put it out there bluntly. "I couldn't care if you're not in the mood to talk about it, I am. I've been patient and it's fucking killing me here Jess. You kissed me, then you fucking wanked me off and that was the end of it."
"Damon," she breathed, not expecting his sudden outburst. With how serious he was being she thought he was about to tell her that he was pregnant or something. "I haven't talked about it cause I don't know what the fuck to say."
Not the answer he was hoping for frankly. "What? So you've just done it for no reason then?" He asked. He turned away, "cheers then, see you later."
He went to leave, and she tugged on his arm spinning him back around. "I didn't mean it like that," she paused, "I just mean that you're my mate, and I've went and fucked it all up."
"I'm your mate?" He quizzed, his eyes growing large. "You're making this worse for yourself. So, I'm just your mate then?"
"No!" She exclaimed, "you're making this very fucking hard to explain when you keep interrupting me every 5 fucking seconds!" Now they were getting loud, like calm the fuck down man.
"Look, if you don't like me I can fucking handle it," he spoke, "I'll get over it cause at the end of the day, like you said we are mates." He sucked in a breath, "however, I will feel a bit led on, not going to lie." He'd calmed down. He knew she didn't owe him anything, he just needed more out of her than 'I don't know'.
She finally decided on, "y'know what? You're not just my mate, I don't know what you are," she laughed but there was no fucking joy about it. "I don't even know how to begin to explain it." Bit dramatic like.
Damon looked down at her solemn expression and he felt guilty. Guilty for even bringing it up in the first place if it was all confusing her that much. His eyes flickered to her lips, which were lightly stained pink with lipstick that she'd gotten away with wearing.
His breathing became shaky and he just had to ask, "can I?"
She knew what he was referring to, and suddenly her lips were on his again.
In the back of her mind, Jess knew she liked him, she just didn't want to ruin everything.
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shitelifeuh hate this chapter with a burning passion fk me!! -cheers for reading x
