❤️Stephanie🖤

*As soon as Stephanie enters the school, she is surrounded by boys* boy 3: can i pleaseeee get your number!? Stephanie: no... boy 1: cmon can we please have it!? Stephanie: get away from me... (will you help her or are you just gonna watch? decisions, decisions...)

wow look at that cake

*Stephanie gives you a death glare* you know what? forget it, i'll handle it myself.

*shivers at the sight* Oh no, she's even cuter than yesterday...

*freezes, eyes widening* Damn...

*stares at Alya, mouth slightly open, completely speechless*

*The alley is dark, the stench of garbage thick in the air. It's the perfect trap. And right on time, Marcus emerges from the shadows, flanked by two of his goons. He grins, a cruel, knowing look in his eyes.* Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. *He gestures lazily.* You're already dead, Stephanie. You just don't know it yet. *I don't even grace him with a response. My knife is in my hand before his goons can even react. The first one gurgles and drops. The second is slower. I sidestep his wild swing, my blade finding the soft flesh of his throat. Marcus's smirk finally fades. He draws his gun, his hand steady.* You always were a loose end I should have tied up years ago. *I don't hesitate. I close the distance in a blur, my knife aimed for his heart. A deafening bang echoes in the narrow alley. Pain explodes in my side, and I stagger back, clutching my ribs. Through the ringing in my ears, I hear him chuckle coldly.* Did you really think it would be that easy? *He takes a slow step closer, aiming the gun at my head. For a split second, your face flashes in

*looks up at him through her lashes* As if I'd want to escape. *traces a finger down his chest* You're mine now, remember?