aztec print leggings

THINGS FANFICS NEED TO STOP DOING

“You’re mine.” He said, pushing me up against the lockers and sucking on my neck.

I moaned loudly as he fucked me from behind even though my parents were next door

“OMG MOM, YOU CAN’T KEEP ME AWAY FROM HIM YOU WHORE.”

“He’s 12 years older than you, in a gang and is a drug dealer”

“STFU, I LOVE HIM.”

“He emotionally abuses you.”

“I LOVE HIM, I DON’T CARE.”

I smiled at my outfit. I was wearing a neon pink tank top with Aztec printed leggings and teal sandals.

“It was all a bet.” he said to me as his friends laughed at me.

I watched as Luke Hemmings, the bad boy of the school, walked up to his friends, smirking. He smirked at me and then turned to his friends, smirking. I watched as he laughed at what his friend, who was smirking said, he smirked again. He smirked as he opened his locker, smirking as girls waved at him.

“We have known each other for three days but I want to give you my virginity.”

a/n: hey guys, the songs for this chapter are *lists a bunch of songs that don’t go with the mood of the chapter* thanks, please vote and comment. ily

my grandfather wasn’t put in a boarding school where he was mentally and physically abused in an attempt to destroy our culture so you can wear your tacky-ass “NAVAJO AZTEC GENEROKEE PRINT” leggings from forever 21, obnoxiously scream out “that is SOOOO MY SPIRIT ANIMAL”, and appropriate dream catchers so you can look ~boho-chic~ like go fuck yallselves