Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ.

— Sᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ I'ᴍ ɢᴏɴᴇ. ⎾﹟SᴋᴀᴍRP ⏌

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

— ⎾⏌Hᴇ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ.

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

Checking out @TasteInMilk’s room. . .

For my own personal reasons.

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@TasteInMilk — The school knew that. And they would never try William. He had a bad reputation for a reason.

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@TasteInMilk — With that, he’d proceed past her, sending her a wink before entering a classroom; his next class biology. As usual, his seat was at the back of class and there was always an empty seat next to him. He didn’t want anyone sitting by him unless it was Chris or one of his boys. —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@TasteInMilk — tresses and red lipstick. She looked younger than him, and a slight grin made its way onto his features. He liked to tease the younger ones. Make them think they stood a chance.

“Hey, next time you should watch where you’re going. I know it’s hard to stay away from me.” —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@TasteInMilk — blamed? William knew how hot he was, he knew how popular he was, and he knew how amazing he looked without a shirt on. There was no reason to hide his confidence. Maybe even cockiness. Sometimes.

As he was walking towards his next class, he bumped into a girl with blonde —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@TasteInMilk — often. A smirk would appear on his lips whenever he saw girls (and some guys too) turning their heads towards his direction, a few of them allowing their lips to part in awe. Everyone knew who he was. Everyone wanted to either be him or sleep with him. And could they be —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@TasteInMilk — alcohol as he wanted. Party and night and stay out for as long as he pleased. He wasn’t going to let anybody get in the way of his wild year.

William walked down the hallways in price, slightly puffing out his chest and allowing his fingers to run through his hair every so —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@TasteInMilk It was his junior year. Practically the apex of a high school boy’s life. It wasn’t like they were preparing to leave and it was not their first year at Hartvig Nissen School. This year was William’s year to reign with his boys. Sleep with a bunch of girls. Drink as much —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

Give up, @TasteInMilk?

I won’t give up. People need people.

. . . And I need you. ♡

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — she could let him go.

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — he also knew it would hurt Noora. He didn't truly want to hurt her, but he knew it was what needed to be said so that —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — me."

His words were venomous, but his voice cracked at the end of his sentence. William knew the words were false, but —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — then opened his rubicund margins to reply to her question.

"There's no us, Noora. I don't love you. You mean nothing to —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — contact and keeping a blank look on his face as though everything she was saying was just going straight through him. He —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — though he just needed to scratch his face. He then turned his attention back towards the blonde, without making eye —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — arm to quickly wipe away anything that had fallen on his visage. He turned his head away from Noora to make it seem as —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — more emotional, feeling as though he was always bound to feel pain. He felt tears pricking at his eyes and he moved his —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — that if there was anything that could hurt him, it would be sleeping with Nico. The thought only caused him to get even —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — The hurt. The lies. How could he possibly forgive her for that? Falling into a trap he had warned her about, knowing —

[Wɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ Mᴀɢɴᴜssᴏɴ. @KnownAsWilhelm]

@IsolatedDamsel — had the power to change the way she was feeling . . .

. . . But the way he had felt these past few days. The dismissal. —