Lahat ng Kabanata ng The QB’s Nerdy Addiction : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

With the speed of a striking snake, my hand snaps off the tiled wall and locks around her wrist in an iron grip. "Let the fuck go of my dick right now, Brenda."Instead of obeying, she pouts. I can hear it in her stupid voice. "No. You were clearly struggling, Trey, and all I’m trying to do is be a good person, so just fucking let me help you."I don’t even get to clamp down harder before she wiggles her fingers toward the sensitive cap of my cock and smears the soapy foam over the tip.An animalistic growl pours from my throat.And it isn't from pleasure. It’s the exact opposite–a truck-load of disgust and hot, fucking rage.But Brenda–delusional as always–thinks otherwise. Misinterpreting the shock of my reaction as weakness, she steps in closer, pressing her nude body against me until my ass is practically kissing her skin.She releases a breathy sigh. "I fucking knew you’d like it. After all, you were never able to resist me."As she leans in like she's about to advance the touch,

SKYLAR Michelle might officially be bankrupt. I know what you're thinking–how is it even possible for someone like her to go broke when she gives off major nepo-baby energy with that muscle car of hers, not to mention being the undisputed head of the goths? But it happened. And honestly, looking back, the warning signs were obvious. Remember earlier when Michelle confidently declared–and I quote–"I can bet everything I own that you and Trey's intro video is crushing Shawn and Cherry's into the dust right now"? Turns out she couldn't have been more wrong if she tried. If anything, Trey and my intro video is currently getting utterly obliterated. It turns out Cherry and her bimbo clique weren't just running their mouths; our edgy video has come back to bite me right in the butt, and it hurts a whole lot worse than I ever imagined. I’m currently sitting glued to my bed, clutching my phone–which I thankfully found tossed on my nightstand when I finally staggered back into my dorm

I’m in no way surprised when the familiar scent of Jade’s perfume fills my nostril a moment later. With the way the bed dips and a shadow falls over me, I know she’s kneeling right by my side. "Please don't cry, Sky. Don't let them get to you at all," she whispers and unsurprisingly, I hear the tears in her voice as she strokes my hair gently. "The comments don't mean anything. They're just a bunch of brainless trolls behind keyboards." I turn my head slightly, sniffing miserably. "Really, Jade? It doesn't mean anything? Are you sure about that?" "I mean... yeah. The comments don’t really matter. What matters is the main poll vote, and those haven’t even been announced yet!" "Are you kidding me, Jade?!" Frustration watches me push myself up onto one elbow. "The comments do matter! It shows Trey and I aren’t getting voted for! It shows that Shawn and Cherry are winning, that they actually have the student body's backing!" "Well, I suppose. But isn't this just an intro video? It's

I am firmly of the opinion that there is very little difference between Michelle's hand and a slab of cast iron, primarily because the sheer force of it feels like getting hit by an oncoming train. "OUCH!" I scream at the top of my lungs, throwing both hands up to cradle my throbbing cheek. As expected, Mika bolts upright from the bed for the third consecutive time, though this time she skips the pillow weapon and starts throwing wild, uncoordinated karate chops into thin air. "HI-YA! TAKE THAT, YOU BASTARD!" It would have been ridiculously funny under any other circumstance, but I’m too busy fighting back real tears of pure agony. Thankfully, Mika’s battery runs out almost as fast as it started, and she pitches backward onto the mattress once more, dropping to lala land. Michelle stares at me with a look of horror and remorse. "Oh, my god. I am so, so, so sorry, Dark Queen! You have no clue how sorry I am. What can I do to make it better? Do you guys have ice packs somewhere aro

Today has got to be, without a shadow of a doubt, the worst day of my entire college life. And yes, while the dumpster fire of a comment section on that Apex video is a huge chunk of that misery, it is far from the only reason. After Jade dropped that unhinged bombshell about us all being held together by a thread, Michelle and I just stared at her, completely shocked to our bones. Seeing our dumbfounded expressions, Jade had only offered a bright, unapologetic smile. "Oh, lighten up, you guys. Stop acting so shocked. At least now, Skylar, you’ve got two more broken souls to add to your collection! Besides, look on the bright side–you're definitely not feeling as down as you were moments ago. Now you can take whatever righteous rage you got from that slap, pull your head up high, and drag your ass to class without giving a single fuck what anyone says." She had then leaned in to drop a final threat. "And just so we're clear, Skylar... if I as much as catch a whiff of you trying to