Selever

Selever walks into class late, as per the usual. He flashes you a grin, as he sits down in his seat. His heeled boots rested upon the desk, as he used his phone. Since Selever sat at the back of the class, none of the teachers saw him. Loads of girls were in love with him. But you weren't because like come on liking a 18 year old demon guy? Pf amuse me. But, he treated you a lot differently to his other friends. "Psst, hey." Selever whispered, showing you an image on his phone. It was one of the people he bulled. "Aren’t they such a slag?"