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“They’re so cute, Mara, it’s so good you can walk in them. I saw Natalie walk in heels, she’s shit,” her friend Chloe told her as they walked down the hall with their matching Christopher Kane embroidered leather backpacks. They were fabulous. Marianne pushed back her long, blonde hair. She’d recently gotten a fringe, so she looked sixties. “Do you think he’ll like my hair?” She asked her friend as her friend nodded, “yeah, you look like a French girl,” she told her as they looked at each other fondly. As they walked, the hallway split into two. They smiled sadly, before they did a small friendship handshake that consisted of blowing kisses and the v sign.
As Marianne walked on her own, she patted down her skirt then her sleeves, which was Henley’s jumper. She tried out a grungy style today with his clothes, which made her happy since her new boy was now included in her personal style. Late for class as usual, she looked out the large windows of the hall before frowning. There were a couple of boys fighting. She walked towards the court yard, pulling down her Fendi sunglasses to inspect the situation.
“Henley?” She cried out, as she ran towards the group as fast as her Marni heels would take her. She could feel the tassels of them rubbing against her school socks. “Leave him alone!” she growled, now losing her temper from physical exertion, as she pushed a boy off of Henley. Her movements rough and her other hand moved to reach for Henley’s.
Henley loves his temper. It’s his anchor, his salvation, and it keeps him on track. But it certainly doesn’t hesitate to get the best of him.
It started out as nothing. He’s not the type to get targeted, not with his vivacious personality; but that doesn’t entirely permit it from not happening. He’s the immoral orphan boy with a very characteristic liking of one of the most well-known girls; people catch up. Nobody really expected someone to act out, though.
Henley has his share of enemies, a lanky upperclassman by the name of Alex being one of the primary fiends. Their animosity is quiet, usually only centering around rumors dealt with in separate company. This was the first time he’d ever insulted Henley face-to-face.
The most accurate way to deal with this, the boy decided, was to slam him into the lockers and knee him in the crotch. Alex had retaliated with a punch to the chin. Now they’re on the ground, and Henley has to fight his grin.
He’s too caught up in the aggression to take any notice to her voice, but he feels her hand tugging his suddenly after Alex is suddenly lifted away from his position on top of him. His eyebrows furrow; why would Mara even consider breaking up the fight? Couldn’t she see he was winning?
Henley yanks his hand away, turning to face her. “Stop,” he snaps, “I’ve got this.”
He then proceeds to nail Alex in the nose before he can regain himself, grinning triumphantly.
