17 minutes ago
I look back and a boy stands there. He's holding a camera to his face. "You don't even look sad— come on Y/n, give me at least a pout." He speaks again and snaps more pictures.
"Leave me alone!" I yell and look back, scared that Tyler and Mia heard— but no, they were in their own little world. I push the boy aside and walk to my car. "So the whore jock with the whore best friend, what a cliche." He says out loud, guessing he saw them. (gif)
(my intention isn't to change the concept of halsey's song but i found the song appropriate for this fic, sorry)