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ViaWe all leave the house, and they all take off their shirts.As my teachers strip, I see all the tattoos on their upper bodies. They are almost fully covered in ink and very fit.Talk about a girl's wet dream—Yeah, these images aren't going to help the next time I'm in class.I look over at Justin, and he winks at me with a smirk. Yeah, I guess you're attractive in your own way, Justin—I just roll my eyes and signal for them to step on the front lawn. "I bet you all regret wearing jeans right now," I say, pointing to the red cups they're holding with a mischievous grin."Pour it on yourselves," I tell them, and they hesitate, looking unsure. "Come on, you agreed to this," I say with a teasing tone, and they pour the shake on themselves."This smells bad and feels thick. How did you even drink this?" Mr. Beaumont asks, wrinkling his nose, and I shrug nonchalantly."Stop asking questions and start running," I say impatiently. Justin is the first to pour it on himself and start runn

Sebastian"I'm not interrogating you," she says, taking a bite of her chocolate pastry, her eyes searching mine for answers. She leans back, trying to appear casual."You're lying to me," I say, closing my notebook with a slam, my frustration evident. "Stop beating around the bush and ask me what you really want to ask me," I place my pen down firmly, my voice edged with irritation. I glare at her, daring her to come clean."Can we have sex?" she blurts out, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she fidgets with her napkin. She avoids my gaze, her voice shaky."What?" I question, caught off guard by her sudden request. I raise an eyebrow, stunned by her bluntness."Amanda said that sex helped her and Alexander get closer a few years ago, and I want to do it," she explains hurriedly, her words tumbling out in a rush. She looks desperate, her eyes pleading.She's taking advice from Amanda? Seriously? The same girl who messed up my best friend by walking out on him? The same girl who

SebastianI hand her the essay, and she checks it, her brow furrowing slightly. Her paper had a few fixes, but it wasn't too bad."It just needs some work," I say, shrugging, my voice tinged with mild disappointment.She turns to Kol, maybe to talk about the essay, but then stops, her gaze freezing on him for a moment. She slowly goes back to her laptop, her fingers tapping the keys with a hint of nervousness.Her face gets serious, her lips pressing into a thin line.What happened between her and Kol? Why aren't they talking? Why does she seem so sad?"I'll do better," She starts typing on her computer, her voice tinged with determination, her eyes focused intently on the screen.I look at Justin and Kol, and they both shrug, their expressions unreadable.She was okay when we talked on the stairs. What happened so fast?Part of me wants to ask her, but we're not that close and we never will be. Besides, she hates me and I can't change her mind.Especially when I don't even know why s

ViaWe sit down just in time; the bell rings a few minutes after we're fully seated.Mr. Montgomery and Justin both stroll in at the same time, looking very serious.Justin sits next to me and stays completely silent."Good afternoon, class. Today's gonna be an easy day. We'll be reviewing everything from our last lesson," Mr. Montgomery says with a tired smile, grabbing a stack of papers from his desk. As he's about to hand them out, Kol gets up."I'll help you with that, Mr. Montgomery," Kol says eagerly as he walks over."That's not necessary, Mr. Cooper. You can sit back down," Mr. Montgomery replies, raising an eyebrow."Actually, I'm your TA, so it's my job to help you," Kol fake laughs, shrugging."Oh, I didn't know that," Mr. Montgomery responds, handing Kol the stack of papers. "Just give everyone a packet. That's all," he adds, looking a bit surprised.Kol nods and starts passing out the review packets, glancing at each student."The test for this lesson will be this Friday.

NathanielArriving home, I spot a car parked in my driveway that I've never seen before."God. I'm so damn tired of this crap. Sick and tired of the same old shit," I mutter under my breath.I step into my house and scan the living room. It's a mess, and my son is nowhere in sight.Heading into the kitchen, it's empty. I march upstairs straight into my bedroom.Can't say I'm shocked by what I find.My wife passed out in bed with some guy."In my damn bed," I growl, my fists clenching with rage."Hazel," I raise my voice, but she doesn't stir.I scoop up her clothes from the floor. "Hazel," I shout louder and toss her the clothes I grabbed, frustration boiling inside."What Nathaniel?!" She shouts back, annoyance evident in her voice.The guy beside her starts to wake up."What the hell do you mean 'WHAT'?" I keep throwing her clothes, my anger building. "You fucked this idiot in my bed, in my damn house, and you have the nerve to yell at me!?" The guy beside her wakes up and looks aro