Ella looked down as her phone screen lit up, raising her eyebrows slightly. She had no idea who had just messaged her, her eyes scanning over the username. Still, it didn't bother her. She never knew who half the people talking to her actually were. She opened the message, sending a simple "thankyou beautiful" back though she had no idea who it was, what the girl looked like or otherwise, and set her phone back down. Her eyes fell on her bag, and it was then that she remembered she had left the hoodie in there. Saying goodbye to Abi and a couple of her other friends, she hung up from the cool and pulled her bag near her, pulling out the same hoodie she had stuffed in there. It really did smell nice. Slowly, Ella lifted the hood and slipped it on, staring at herself in the mirror. It didn't really fit skimpy pajamas very much, but it was still..nice.

Ella hadn't gone down to get food all evening. She had been too busy either on call to her friends, had too much of an argument with her sister to want to face going downstairs or just sort of felt like throwing up at the smell or sight of food. She was fine with that though, not eating for an evening. Her figure was incredibly important to her, it played a major part in her health and the way she looked. And both of those things were things she cared about rather a lot.

Soon enough the evening was drawing to a close, and she was ready to sleep. As she went to slide under her bedsheets she felt herself get poked by something metal, and she looked down with raised eyebrows. It was the zip of the hoodie she kept on- without realising. She slipped it off and tossed it onto her chair, briefly checking her phone before putting it on charge. There was a message from the same girl, and it read "right back at you cutie." She smiled and left the message on seen, then heading to sleep.

That next morning Ella woke up at around 6:30 as usual. She did her usual routine- shower, do skin care, stick on lipgloss and mascara, straighten her already straight hair and then change. This time she decided to wear black cargos and a skimpy black belly top which fit her figure perfectly, stuffing a zip up hoodie in her bag incase the principal went on about a bit of skin showing. After she was ready she yelled goodbye to her parents, made sure Kera was behind her and left the house.

Once she got to school she was greeted by a rather energetic, insanely pretty girl with shoulder length blonde hair, light blue eyes and naturally tanned skin. It was Harley, her other close friend- the girl a lot meaner than Abi. She rushed up to her with a shriek, explaining how she simply "couldn't be bothered" to come into school on the first day, asked how fit the new PE teaching assistant was and then proceeded to bang on about a party on the weekend. Ella listened intensely to the party information- she was big on those, anything to do with alcohol and guys. And, maybe girls. She watched as Harley relayed the information to everyone around them, inviting about anyone she could.

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(Okay. This is going to sound really wrong and weird but are we making the gym teacher perverted, or chill? I was just going to add something where he's being weird and she flips him off or smth, if not that's k. Ik it's a weird question.)

we could make him a lil weird, it would definitely fit in lol)

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Ella head to PE a while after Harley had met up with her. Her friend wasn't exactly the PE type of girl, again she was athletic and somewhat fast, but she could rarely..be bothered. By the time they had gotten to the changing rooms almost everyone had left, indicating the lesson had already/was about to start. Ella slipped leggings and a small black sports bra on, re fit her trainers on and made her way to sit down, staring at all the lockers. Her mind was spinning, and she had half a mind to stay in the changing rooms for the rest of the lessons, though by the time Harley was ready she was insanely bored. The two made their way into the gym, watching as mostly everyone was already up and exercising. She uttered a low, slightly flirty apology to the teacher before planting herself on the bench, scraping her hair back into a ponytail.

The teacher walked up to me after I had finished my laps, and is now flirting with me. Ew. Just ew. Go flirt with "Miss, my long time crush" over there, or better yet her friend. He starts to come closer so I do the one think I could think of. Kick him. I crouch my body a little bit lower and kick my leg out quickly, hitting him right in the chest. He stumbles backwards and falls down. I want to laugh but know everyone's staring. I don't need to justify my actions. I stand back up and scoff at him. "A-shole." I mutter, standing tall and turning on my heel. Beginning my run again. After gym, I'm in the locker room and everyone is muttering about why I kicked him. I roll my eyes and grab my bag, I've already changed so no problem there, and walk out. I sigh and slouch down as soon as I get out of view of the other girls. I pull out my phone and type in the massage companies number, before texting them:

Me: I'd like to book a massage or today. I need this fvcking tension gone please.

But little did I know, this was not the correct number....

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(Maybe it's Ella's number and they start kind of talking but they don't use real names. They use nicknames or smth?)

Sounds good!)

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Ella was busy running laps around the gym as she heard a commotion unfold, an she'd gaze travelled right towards the gym teacher..on the floor. It then flitted to the girl that seemed to have injured him. What was her name..Juliet? Yes, that was it. She stopped and watched as the girl simply started running again, in slight shock until Harley nudged her, uttered a simple "watch this" and rushed over to the PE teacher, touching him in every way by means of helping him up. Ella let out a small laugh, figured she had finished her PE for today and quickly slipped out into the changing rooms without anyone really realising. She changed quickly and settled on the bench, scrolling through her phone for the remainder of the lesson.

Soon enough, everyone had come back in, uttering various words about the basic attack on the teacher, about Harley's strange attempt to get him back up and about the party on Saturday- the obvious topic of the rest of the week. She was about to put her phone away and head out when a notification came through om her phone. It simply read "id like to book a massage today. i'd like this fvcking tension gone." She raised her eyebrows, giving a small smile. Ella being the girl she was, could either take that incredibly weird or incredibly flirty. Of course, she took it as slightly flirty. As Harley dragged her sleeve she quickly typed out a message. "I think you have the wrong number lovely" Before finally heading out.

OK hi, this is Black Beauty Stables on a dif account. This is my phone and I am stupid so I don't remember my password for it so is it alright if I use this account to respo.d a few times? If not that's k lol

Go for it, thankyou for letting me know :)

Np!

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"I think you have the wrong number lovely." That's the message I get back. I had apparently gotten the number wrong and texted some rando. I really didn't care at the moment though as I text back:

Me: Great, someone who cares enough to talk to me back. I really do need that darn massage. I've had the literal most stressful day ever.

I send it before I can change my mind. I keep my phone out just incase the stranger texts me back. I get to my locker and open it, just to find 3 pink peices of paper. I sigh. Then it hits me. I know what to do with these. I open them and they all say things like "I love you" or "You look beautiful." So I decide to put them in my crushes locker. I get there fairly quickly as of her locker not being far away and slip the notes inside. I shrug. Not like she's going to like me. I laugh at the thought and turn to walk to math.