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it was practically already a gift just to witness the fabulousness of your presence. the way your hips would effortlessly sway with confidence when you glided through the school like it was your territory. the way your hair will never ever be caught flat or oily, always maintaining a gorgeously well done blowout. the way your clothes and accessories will always shine out in a room, no matter who else tried to compete with your sense of fashion.

“ugh, sorry girls! some people i don’t fuck with came up to me again.” you rolled your eyes as you took a dramatic sigh. “oh my god, of course those wannabe’s did that again!” was said by one of the girls in your band of the most popular and good looking girls in school.

“anyways, everyoneee! any cute guys lately?” one of the girls giggled childishly, as she was applying her lip gloss while using her phone camera as a mirror. “um hello? no! the guys in our school are fugly.” you leaned with your back against the row of lockers, appalled by what one of your girlfriends just said.

“sorry y/n! i was just asking..”

“you know better than to ask stupid questions.”

“miss y/n! you are late for the third time this week, and its wednesday! is it that hard to come on time at least for one day?” your teacher yelled as you made your entrance in without a care in the world. “yesss miss bisky, i’m sorry! its not my fault that my hair wasn’t cooperating. so i was stuck fixing it for 10 minutes in the bathroom!” you reasoned… with no good reason.

“i’m going to have to put you on community service at this point, now go to your seat!” your blonde teacher shook her head in disbelief at your carelessness and calm demeanour in the midst of such trouble.

“love youu miss bisky!” you winked mischievously and turned on your heel to approach your seat.

“alright class, so for today’s lesson you’ll be split into groups of two. i am choosing to trust you all so choose your partners WISELY.” your teacher announced energetically.

the class was consumed with excitement and joy to team up with friends and familiar faces.

“ugh! i have no friends in this class…” you brattily whined to yourself, pouting your glossy lips in sheer disappointment.

just when you said those words, a pale figure approached your desk, a very handsome figure.

“wanna team up?” killua asked plainly, with an uninterested expression on his face.

“who the hell are you?” you toyed with the ends of your well-treated hair, staring the albino down.

“pipe the fuck down miss universe. you obviously don’t have your followers in this class.” the silverette called you out openly, with a slight urge to scoff. “at least i have friends. i don’t even know your name.” you rolled your eyes boldly, turning your head away as you continued on playing with your hair while secretly cussing out killua in your heart.

“sure, whatever you say. just team up with me or else you’re going to be all alone.” killua smirked cockily.

killua knew just the words to use against a bimbo like you. all that glamour, bitchiness and stupid designer bags were just for show, the real you was nothing but fragility and a princess who needed to be coddled. as long as you were dumb enough to keep faltering from his jabs of calling you out on being alone and having no one, you’ll definitely be easy to deal with. the albino’s heart was filled with no worries, only confidence.

because he knew just the way to get under the skin of the most popular girl in school.

“are you seriously going to leave me all the work to do?” killua questioned, although he wasn’t surprised.

“uh duh? what else is your purpose?” you turned your head slightly to killua, who was now seated beside you. you immediately went back to looking at your beautiful reflection in your compact mirror, legs crossed.

“whatever you want, brat.” killua muttered under his breath.

“i heard that you fucking loser.” you shot back as you gave him a nasty glare, as if he was beneath you.

soon, english had ended.

“kil! was that y/n i just saw you sitting with? she’s like the meanest girl in school…” gon jumped in surprise as kil exited miss bisky’s classroom.

“yeah, and the dumbest.” the silverette replied as he continued walking through the locker-lined halls, with gon catching up behind.

as lunch time approached, you left class with one person on your mind. that silver haired boy from english class. you didn’t even get to ask for his name… to be fair you could’ve but you were too busy with fixing your falsies so whatever!

you ran your acrylic nails through your hair, walking towards the cafeteria. slightly dreading to talk to your gang of chicks. sure, they looked good to be around but all they talk about is the same five topics, every single damn day.

as you stepped into the cafeteria, your eyes reunited with a particularly piercing pair of blue’s.

killua was seated with only gon at the back of the cafeteria room, as usual. only unusual thing today, was the fact he was now eye fucking with the prettiest dumbest bitch in school from across the room.

as the passage of time began to hit you, you were the first to break eye contact and walk away towards your usual table, shared with your girls. as you stepped towards your usual lunch table, you finally for once felt something refreshing.

“uh hello..? kil? hello kil? KILLUA!” gon yelled as he attempted to awake killua from whatever kind of trance he was caught up in suddenly. “shit, my bad gon. whats up?” killua slightly shook his head, trying to snap out of whatever the fuck he just had with you.

“oh yeah, kil… are you friends with y/n now?” the ravenette boy slowly asked as he began biting into an apple. “no, we’re just partners for english class.” killua responded back monotone-ly. “okay! i was just worried since you know.. she’s kinda known for being rude.” gon sheepishly smiled, as he scratched the back of his head.

“oh my god y/n! we just saw you make eye contact with that guy who always sits at the back.” a girl let out, not thinking beforehand about what insult you might potentially fling at her. “go back to eating your lunch, sarah.” you gave her an unimpressed look and frowned. “okay y/n…” head turned down, trying to hide her embarrassment.

“i mean… he is kinda hot though, y/n. heard his name is killua zoldyck or something.” one of the other girls suggested her thoughts as she forcefully stabbed her lifeless salad with a dull plastic fork. “uh, yeah kinda.” you reluctantly admitted, cracking open a can of diet coke.

“girls, will crouton’s still be considered a carb even if its in the salad? since it might’ve taken some of the nutrients from the lettuce’s instead?” you tilt your head to the side in deep thought, brows furrowed while staring down at the assortment of vegetables in your bowl.

“uh… y/n… foods don’t inherit nutrients from vegetables just because they’re in the same bowl.”

“oh! i see…”

the school bell eventually rang as lunch ended.

“ew! what? you’re in my class AGAIN?” you loudly exclaimed as you opened the door to the chemistry lab, only to meet a familiar face once again. “lucky me, brat.” killua huffed out exhaustingly, as if he had to deal with something stressful again.

the sounds of your heels clicking on the lab’s floor could be heard as you made your way over to the desk that killua was sitting alone at, designer bag clutched in one hand and textbook in the other.

“where is everyone else?” you asked, very much confused by why nobody else had arrived yet for chemistry class. “why the hell would i know?” the albino replied back with an annoyed manner, as he also took a look around the room. seriously, how did you expect him to know why nobody else was showing up? god, you really can be brainless…

as the lab was filled with no others other than you two, that was when you two abruptly finally got a chance to truly focus on one another. as you stood in front of him sitting in his seat.

killua suddenly got the chance to focus on the way you’re constantly feeling each part of your clothing and accessories, checking it out as if you’re constantly paranoid about something going wrong with your physical appearance. you also had the same chance, getting to notice on the way killua’s face easily became pink from every small thing he put strength into doing, due to him having such a pale complexion.

you both were definitely starting to share a mutual yearning for one another.

right when killua felt that odd and unfamiliar feeling bursting throughout him, he felt frightened almost.

you felt disgusted, sick even. how could you be feeling such… positive emotions for a guy like killua? no way in hell are you finding him attractive.

“eugh! anyways can you help me finish up my math homework i have? i have no clue how to do these algebra questions!” you eventually broke the silence by forcing your homework onto poor killua who had to now deal with your bullshit. “do it yourself dumbass.” killua rolled his eyes as he turned his head away from you.

“listen to me loser, its an honour for you to even help me do my work. so be a good boy and do the stupid algebra!” you sarcastically giggled as you grabbed a fistful of killua’s silvery hair, while you stood above him. faces inching closer and closed by every interaction you two were sharing.

“stop being a fucking bitch, my patience is running out.” the albino pushed your arm off harshly before getting up from his seat abruptly, which caused you to step back a bit.

“are you fucked in the head? do you know how much my acrylics costed? you nearly broke one of my nails!” you furiously yelled as you folded your arms together firmly.

before you could even process what was now even occurring, killua suddenly cornered you against the lab coat closet. the pissed off albino now towered over you and closed you off from any chances more of you throwing a tantrum against him.

“you know, you’d be prettier if you weren’t such a whiny bitch all the time.” sapphire eyes now glued onto you and your whole entirety. “oh yeah? and you’d be way hotter if you weren’t such a fucking loser who barely talks in school!” you shot back as you stared into his blue eyes, that were now filled with a mixture of craving and a need to satisfy it.

you two finally stopped bickering for a second, breaths heavy and panting, desperately catching for air as this tension and close proximity with one another was simply too much.

next thing you knew, your lips both crashed onto each others.

you hastily started gripping onto killua’s fluffy head of silver, acrylic’s digging in. however, the pure bliss of being able to induldge in you, washed over the pain of your nails practically stabbing killua’s scalp. who could blame you though?

the way killua’s hands travelled down to feel your inner thigh was driving you wild. you could feel the sensation of his hand grabbing onto your thigh while his thumb slowly, but sensually rubbed your inner thigh was just insane. adding on the fact this was all occurring while he still was focused on kissing the hell out of you definitely made your brain freeze. wasn’t he just some lame loser who barely had any friends except that spikey haired weirdo? how could he, killua, a nobody, suddenly be the one in the position of making you so out of control and weak?

you wanted to scream out loud so bad from just how much you needed this. something about how you guys barely knew each other but was able to build up so much tension was beautiful in its own way. plus, your friend was so so right about killua being hot.

a part of killua felt pretty boastful internally about the fact he was now experiencing a sloppy make out session with the most popular and attractive girl in school. he was so going to crash out about this later though, he’d never had touched a girl before. although, you were an absolute wonder to grasp, your skin felt like butter and your lips were moist and soft from all those fruity lip masks. you made him feel like he was indulging in a sweet treat he had already consumed too much of, to the point of nauseousness.

as killua moved on from your wet and messy lips, he buried his head deep into your neck to give it love as well. in that moment, it hit the albino just how sickening you truly were. the sharp and suffocating aroma of your hair spray, the artificial and chemical taste of your raspberry lip gloss, your perfume that smelled like roses and cheap sex, your stupid hazy eyes that gazed up at him like as if he was causing you unfathomable pleasure.

it all sickened him.