After discovering her newly assigned gym locker doesn't have a back wall—so she stuck staring at the abs of the school's resident bad boy almost every time she open so Dean does what anyone would do she tries to pretend like everything is normal but soon enough she finds herself laughing at his flirtatious jokes in searching for his eyes in crowds in the Halls or in the lunchroom what she doesn't know is that she's falling for him hard
(so i really like this prompt but i don’t want to impose seeing as we already have another one on one)
( if you want to join that's totally fine)
(alright)
(Template?)
(of course)
(you can be the boy?)
(that’s fine.)
Name
Age
Personality
Appearance
Other
Name: Blake Martinez
Age: 18
Personality: your local bad boy, kind of a dick most of the time except to the people he loves.
Appearance: 5’10”, light-medium mixed skin, gentle green eyes, muscular.
Other: he’s not involved in any sports at school, but plays basketball at the park with his friends, as well as goes to the gym just about everyday.
(anything i should add)
(He's great)
Name: Bethany Lightwell
Age:18
Personality: she's very stubborn but full of joy even after coming to school with bruises from her acholic of a father she sticks up for anyone and everyone she loves
Appearance: she has shoulder length platinum blonde hair she has blue eyes she wears skirts and dresses alot and she loves leather jackets
Other: she works at the town dinner and sings secretly she also plays piano
(don’t hate me for saying this, but she’s such a vibe. like it’s an aesthetic rolled up into a person.)
( thanks?)
(sorry that was confusing. nevermind that.)
( your fine)
(anyway, are we ready to start? )
(yeah)
(this is where you start it lol)
( I can't rn it hurts to type because of my finger)
(Well, what would you like to do then?)
( I'll write in a sec)
(okay)
Bethany opened her gym locker and there Blake was she shook her head she had a small smile she would admit he was hot she didn't even notice she was staring
Blake had been getting dressed and got distracted by his friend and the conversation they were having. He felt like he was being watched and his head turned to see the blonde hair he’s so used to. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” he said with a smirk, looking down at his own bare torso. “you can see more later if you’d like.”