#wcstedreams

First meeting: somethin’ stupid / frank sinatra, nancy sinatra Getting to know each other: lucky / jason mraz, colbie caillat Escorting them back home: teenage dirtbag / wheatus Longing: heartbeat / carrie underwood Going to a party together: whole lotta you / a rocket to the moon Defending them in a fight: yes girl / bea miller Confessing their feelings: i was made for loving you / tori kelly, ed sheeranSharing a romantic/friendshippy moment: those magic changes / grease A tragic turning point: jersey / mayday parade Heated argument: me, myself & i / bebe rexha ft g-eazy Goodbyes: don’t forget about me / cloves Change of minds: no air / lea michele & cory monteith The final battle: show me love / sam feldt Reunion: sex / cheat codes, kriss kross amsterdamHappy ending: everyday / kendra lou & the miracles 

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   the high school; the nightmare of every outcast in the world. everyone fights to be accepted or just doesn’t car what others think, some just always wanna be on the top of the pyramid. besides that everyone has a story to share. yasmin always kept her mouth shut and her eyes wide open, she knew everything that went on around. this helped her figure out a plan to rise to the top, not for the wrong reasons of course. she had a plan to change the school system forever. the new kid, well he wasn’t completely new; he had been there for maybe a month or so. yasmin didn’t really keep track. she knew they were the target, she needed to help her rise to the top. as the bell ring marking the end of class towards lunch, awaiting for the other to show up; she awkwardly made herself look like she was doing something. as the other show, yasmin quickly pulled him into the janitor’s closet. “i know this is creepy and whatever, but hi.” she causally said, switching the light on. “you probably know me or not, we have class together.. but whatever you maybe never noticed. fuck i’m rambling again.. okay im gonna go straight to the point. i think you can help me with something.” yasmin stated, before quizzically glancing at the other facing her. “but first... hm are you gay or something? because i just don’t get it, you have lots of mixed signals.”

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