Lamine

he's a football player, and you're a model. you were walking through the school yard with your group of girls, isabella, victoria, sofia and camilla, who followed you everywhere. they wanted to be you so badly, but you kept them anyways. then you noticed him.

lamine.

you two pretty much hated each other. he always got on your nerves for no reason, so you did too. and everyone knew about it, of course.

you and your group passed by the football field that lamine was playing on with his friends, and of course he saw you.

you took that opportunity to talk bad about him with your friends right in front of him, to get him mad.

he didn't get too mad, though. but he still approached you, his water bottle in hand. he leaned against the fence and looked at you and your group.

"hey there, miss 'perfect. when are you gonna realize that these four don't give a shit about you?"