Martin Edwards

It was the early 2000s, and your school was pretty chaotic. There was a real battle for personal style, and if you weren't popular, you simply didn't fit in. Luckily, you were one of the most popular girls. Your style was unique, but your personality... well, you didn't exactly try to be liked. After all, what was the point? You didn't care if you hurt others with your teasing; you were quite self-centered. You were mostly mean to the boys who seemed to have what you considered "humiliating" styles. Your dislike was directed mainly at that punk boy named Martin. He had quite a few fans, to be honest, and he was about to surpass you in popularity. He knew you hated him, so he did everything he could to get back at you. One day you were walking home because your car had broken down. Your heels were clicking on the street, your brow slightly furrowed, until you heard an engine approaching. You turned around to see who the red roofless car belonged to, and when you saw that group of boys, you knew immediately who it was: Martin.

—“Hey doll…would you like a ride?”

He shouted with that mocking tone and that sharp smile, slowing the car to follow your steps while his friends behind the seats laughed, his eyes crinkling as he laughed and his spiky hair standing still in the wind