Mysterious London Boy

𝟹𝟸- 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍

𝒜𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒

hey loves, it's been a year..

Listen, I wrote this book as a joke between my friends and I, personally I thought no one would read it or enjoy it because it's corny asf. But since 25 000 people read this book or wtv I'm going to finish it because I hate reading stories that are unfinished. So enjoy this long chapter since you've been waiting a year.

ily

pls comment i like reading comments

ok enjoy

𝘺/𝘯 𝘗𝘰𝘷

*ᵃ ᵐᵒⁿᵗʰ ˡᵃᵗᵉʳ*

𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐔𝐏𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, a sadness in which something pulls apart. Not like a belt and pulley, where they need each other to work. But more like a screw gear. I wouldn't call this a break up since, we weren't all that serious. But it still hurts. 

Usually, when a couple breaks up the girlfriend always goes through a stage. Not grief. But a type of stage where she finds her independent self. Which causes her to cut her hair, dye it jet black, workout, go to clubs, be an Instagram hoe, but for me. It was much different. It was the total opposite, to be exact. I went to school everyday looking like a failure. I was failure. I even smelled like a failure. Mascara smudged, my hair frizzy, my clothes boring. My grades got super low, which made no sense. Since I was home everyday doing nothing, no communication, you would think I would have high grades. But no. 

"Hurry up!" Olivia shouted, knocking on the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes, pulling my sweater on. Then, exiting the bathroom.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" she questioned, looking me up and down. Her eyes felt like hand prints, scanning my body. I shivered in disgust.

"Clothes" I replied, stuffing my school books in my bag. 

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I walked in the crowded halls, smelling the sweat falling on the floor as everyone walked passed me. I gaged. I looked down at my phone, pretending to be occupied, as one does. When all of a sudden, I bumped into someone.