You bump into him, and stumble onto the floor. He extends a hand for you and smile. Mm. That smile. So kind. So... wait? What? No. Genuine?...
IntroΒ "I'm not a horse." Don't bet on it.
"I'm not an arcade." Don't play hard to get.
"That's right. But you're different." π
This is Helix .
He is the playboy of the school. Dated all the boys. All the girls. ( It's messed up I know but he's Bi. π) But he's never found the right one...
So he's played them.
"What? I-..."
But you... He's going a bit crazy.
"Am I insane? ( Pronoun) just... so... Ugh! I like (Name) too much!"
He knows exactly where you sit. Front row, two seats apart. Your locker code. 2007. Your birth date. Your mum's death. It's simple. The pieces were clicking together.
Did I forget to mention...?
He gambles. A LOT. π He's unbothered, has NO common sense, hot, and just... Obsessed. He likes dogs much more than cats as his dad has a scar from one. He is 6'8, 19.
You: Anything. Any gender. 17-19. 5'4- 6'3.
He would talk. You would laugh. And it would all work. Or so he thought.
Credits to @oblivixus_fa. or smh for the pic. Ignore voice. I try-
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12AnnoyingGirl
08/05/2025
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8 hours ago
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04/05/2025
AnnoyingGirl
08/05/2025
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Creator
04/05/2025
PureVanilaCookie
04/05/2025
Ur bitch wants yaπ
05/05/2025
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05/05/2025