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She's a rebel
She's a saint
She's salt of the earth
And she's dangerous


(y/n) was not your average girl. Underneath her cute appearance, under all of those curls of (h/c) and eyes of (e/c) and delicate features, hid a beast.

She wasn't the captain of the school's cheerleading, nor did she try hard to impress anyone. Not like she actually had to try--the girl was naturally beautiful. She was more like that total free-to-be flake, the girl who had no worries at all. If she had a motto, it would be 'Hakuna Matata'.

Her fierce, bold personality caught the attention of Alfred Jones, the captain of the football team. No doubt other boys swooned at her, but none like Alfred.

Usually, Alfred had no trouble having most of the girls around his pink finger totally charmed. (y/n) was not one of them.

She was a riot, almost like one of the boys. Her mischief was known throughout the school, and to stay clear of her at all times during the first of April.


She's a rebel
Vigilante
Missing link on the brink
Of destruction


"I'm gonna do it, Iggy." the blonde boy said to his brother. It was during lunch, and the two were sitting at a lunch table near (y/n)'s.

She was surrounded by her usual friends, Eliza and Matthew. Alfred was always jealous about how (y/n) always paid attention to his brother, but never him. It was like he was the invisible one.

"Good luck, Francis had plans about that too," Arthur said, uninterested and his nose buried in a book. Alfred clenced his fist and gritted his teeth.

"Francis? Ehehe, no way in hell." he said in an angry tone. Alfred made it clear to anyone who made it near an uncomfortable distance to (y/n). "She's mine."


From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they
Call old whatsername


Drawing out from his seat, he strided over to (y/n). Eliza was animatedly chatting to the group whilst Matthew and (y/n) stayed silent.

(y/n) drew up her look from her food and smiled at Alfred. "Hey, Alfie."

Oh God, hearing her sweet voice made the American's brain go totaly numb. He completely forgot everthing he was going to say. His throat ran dry and he struggled to speak. Butterflies fluttered uncontrollably in his stomach.

Goddamn you, Butterflies, he thought.


She's the symbol
of resistance
and she's holding on my
heart like a hand grenade


While he stood there looking like a complete moron, Francis approached (y/n) with a charming smile. "Ohohoho~ Hello, (y/n)." he said smoothly. Slinging his arm around her shoulder, Alfred was snapped back into reality.

"Get away from me, you frog." she said with a wrinkled nose. (y/n) stood to discard her tray, but Francis slid his arm around her slim waist. "Not so fast, mon cherie," he chirped.

"I said get away!"

Is she dreaming
what I'm thinking
Is she the mother of all bombs
gonna detonate


Alfred didn't think. He just followed what his arms were doing. He quickly scooped up a slice of cream pie off of Mattie's tray and slammed it into Francis left ear.

(y/n) had similar thinking to him, and she swiftly threw a slice towards his eyes.

The whole lunchroom stood in silence as Francis furiously rushed out of the room, wiping cream from his eyes. (y/n) gaped at Alfred, totally mesmerized.

"(l/n), Jones, my office in five minutes." the principal barked. "I'm so sorry," Alfred sputtered. (y/n) actually laughed.

"Don't mention it, I get dragged in there all the time." she said. Wow, she really is loose, he thought.

"Nice aim, by the way," she said, winking at him. Alfred smirked, gaining his confidence. "Can say the same to you, (y/n)."

"Ugh, I got some cream on my favorite shirt," she grumbled, rubbing some white off her shirt. "What a slice of pie to go to waste," Alfred sighed.

"I know right?"

"Listen, (y/n), after detention, I know this great pie place at the mall. I can make it up to you." Alfred said. In hsi head, he begged for her to answer yes.

She smiled at him. "I'd love to. But who said we had to go to detention?" she said with a cunning grin.

Alfred smirked at her.

She's such a rebel...