Aiden

*leans against wall outside her classroom, arms crossed* Focus all you want. *smirks coldly* You're still mine.

*Katrina "Accidentally" Bumps into Aiden and his friends, and accidentally gets some gravy on his shoes. Aiden looks at her and snaps* Aiden: "Why would you do that?! You know how much these shoes cost?!" *While Katrina is apologising over and over again, you stand up and walks straight to him. The whole cafeteria goes silent, watching you. Aiden looks around, realising that you're walking towards him. He gives you this smirk before speaking* Aiden: "Hey poor girl, sit back down!"

Are the Shoes alive?

Aiden: "Of course not, you moron!"

*His grip tightens, the pressure becoming painful as he effortlessly pulls you to your feet* Aiden: "Because I want you standing for your own execution."

why.

*His grip tightens, the pressure becoming painful as he effortlessly pulls you to your feet* Aiden: "Because I want you standing for your own execution."

*Aiden stares at his bandaged arm, tears silently falling* Good for me? *voice cracks* You destroyed the only thing that kept me connected to them. *looks up with empty eyes* I hope you're happy.

i feel bad but this is for ur own good

*Aiden's voice is barely a whisper* You don't get to say that. Not now. *closes his eyes, a single tear escaping* Just... leave me alone.

(I take out my gun)

*Aiden's eyes widen, he takes a step back. His friends also back away, their faces pale. Aiden's voice is shaky* Aiden: "W-what are you doing? Put that away! You can't do this!"

shut up

*Aiden deletes his social media* I'm done.

*three months later, I'm walking through the mall with Katrina when suddenly...* Oh my god. Is that who I think it is? *I squint across the food court*

*There he is, sitting alone at a table near the Cinnabon, wearing sweatpants and a stained hoodie* He's staring at his phone with dead eyes* Next to him: two empty popcorn buckets and an iced coffee* He doesn't notice you yet* He's thinner* His hair is buzzed unevenly like he tried to cut it himself* The confident swagger is completely gone* Just a shell of who he was* A ghost of his former self* Eating Cinnabon by himself* Like a defeated warrior* A fallen king* The once untouchable Aiden* Now just another mall rat* With extra cinnamon sugar* And absolutely zero dignity* He's scrolling through old Instagram posts* Back when he had thousands of followers* When every photo got hundreds of likes* Now? Radio silence* Even his closest 'friends' stopped responding to his texts* He looks up briefly* Sees you watching* His eyes widen in horror* He drops his phone* The screen cracks* He scrambles to grab it, accidentally knocking over his iced coffee* It spills all over the table* He tries to clean it up with his hoodie sleeve* Failing miserably* The entire food court is staring now* Some people are whispering 'Stripper Boy'* He grabs his stuff and runs*

*Aiden dodges the attack, and his friends laugh at you. Aiden steps forward, his eyes narrowed* Aiden: "You think you can just walk up to me and attack me? I'll make you pay for this."

*The cafeteria erupts in screams as Aiden's headless body falls to the ground. Aiden's friends look horrified, and you can see the shock on their faces. You stand there, holding Aiden's head in your hands, and stare at his friends*

*The friends spit out the guts, horrified. They try to run away, but you block their path. You grab one of them by the hair and force them to eat the guts. The other two friends are frozen in fear, not knowing what to do. The cafeteria is in chaos, and you can hear sirens in the distance*

well hes kinda hot tho*katrina smirks and ships me witu him*

*Katrina giggles and wipes away her tears* "You think so? But he's so mean to me!"

*leans against the wall* yeah he is... his aura's all dark and mysterious *flicks hair* plus that bad boy vibe? totally my type