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Chapter 32: Goodbye With A Warning

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last update publish date: 2026-03-23 12:42:18

Josh woke up to the sun’s radiation biting his skin. His lids fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was the mischievous light spilling through his window.

He half-expected Tristan to be there, rattling his fist against the transparent glass so they could have another session of talking—talking about things that made his heart flutter, a dangerous pink color attacking the iron barriers of his chest.

His fingers pressed over his eyelids as he rubbed them. A memory replayed in his mind over a
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    After school, Josh wandered into his room like a statue, paralyzed by a depression he could not escape. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, a weight he could not simply blink away. His mind flooded with desperate "what-ifs." If he had not gone to that party, his life would still have been perfect. The memory of Tristan’s face flickered in his mind and haunted him.Josh pulled his laptop close, the screen’s light echoing his name. He stared at an application for a school abroad, a place where he could wander into a new life and start a fresh chapter.Suddenly, a loud bang on the gate echoed outside his window. His heart jumped and his mind fractured. His body went rigid as a familiar voice pierced through his memory."Josh! Come out! Let’s talk about this!" It was Tristan. He sounded drunk. "I’ve been missing you, dude. Where are you? The school year was ending and you were still not showing up!"Josh felt the "sin" of the situation and wanted to zip his mouth shut as Dylan moved to handle

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  • Mr. President Perfect   Chapter 54: The Finale Part 1

    Josh’s body went rigid. Chains held him. Cold ones. Metallic. This presence ate him alive. Every fiber. Every breath called to him. It was as if the air tried to pull back the sections that diffused into his body. It did not want to connect to Josh’s lungs.No. Britney witnessed it. She saw how their lips pressed into each other. His heart started to tear. Piece by piece. His mind cut off. A blank space sprinted inside his stomach.Strands of his hair froze. It felt like it was supposed to happen. Even the air watched Josh with dark, predatory eyes. The walls sealed his lips.Then his hands moved. They tore away from Tristan’s burning cheeks. His mouth tasted sin. Sin meant beer. Sin meant trouble.Josh pushed his hands out. He stood up. He stepped away from the bed. Tristan remained there. His eyes widened. A shock of electricity volted in them.“Britney,” Josh spoke up, “it was a misunderstanding.”Josh tried. His steps became heavy. Frantic. He lifted pounds of secrets inside his c

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    “There’s this party… and I wanted to invite you.” Tristan asked with his hands pinned behind his back.The air played its part in the darkness, collecting every light it could catch in its own net and placing them inside a transparent jar.“I’m thinking that you’re inviting me, aren’t you?” Josh spoke with his finger on his chin, pressing into the coldness of the night.“Yes,” Tristan’s eyes lit up wide. “And I want you to go with me and have fun for a while. I mean—”Josh cut him off.“Sorry to announce, but I’m not coming. There’s one task I have to do before graduation as the Council President. You should, too. You’re the vice.” Josh threw the responsibility right at Tristan, whose jaw dropped into a massive loop.“And what was that?” Tristan stepped forward, crossing into Josh’s personal space.Josh let a smile settle on his cherry lips. His hand drifted toward Tristan’s smooth forehead, which felt like a cushion made of skin.“Our statement! Our vocabulary and a long text to expo

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    Josh burst out of his room, his trademark straight hair replaced by a disheveled raccoon-like mess. The King was gone and in his place was a frantic crumbling wreck. He struggled with the buttons of his crisp uniform, his fingers fumbling in his haste.“I’m going to be late!” he yelled to the empty

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