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I shoot him a small smile which he returned with his usual smirk. I can't help but rolled my eyes. Geez, he can't even stop smirking, can he? I advert my gaze from him to the other team. Feeling my phone vibrate in my sling bag, I take my phone out hoping it will be Liam but it's a message from chipmunks. Yes, I name Tyler's chipmunks because he reminds me of Alvin. His smirk, cocky behavior, and annoying. Chipmunks : please stop staring at me, I know that I'm hot especially in this jersey.

Another stupid meme. Setting my mascara down, I smack my lips to highlight the red lipstick. How can I be okay with a sticker of my head attached to a coke bottle or the caricature pictures that have come out of the cursed video? I am not okay but I will live. High school is fun. Bullying in BH is normal, it goes round and it will surely reach the turn of whoever uploaded that video. The tone of the new message alerts me it’s Maria, she must be outside. I am not driving today, possibly tomorrow and for the rest of this week. I apply an extra layer of foundation to cover the fading bruises, concealer comes next and I darken my brows to hide the cuts on them. When I am done, there’s no indicat

One thing he learned about being famous online is that it’s easy to disregard people, they won’t bug you if you don’t let them. The developer on the screen continued, “Private chats are classified into three tabs: Requests, Chatmates, and Blocked. Requests are those you’ve never replied to, Chatmates are those you’ve replied to, and Blocked are those you would never want to reply to again. Right girls?” The women inside the mall cheered loud this time.

“You mean the best version of you?” I rolled my eyes. It was ridiculous. “She doesn’t have any idea.” Victoria shook her head in amusement. “#ExpelledAdrian and #AdrianTheBully along with you #HaileyGirlPower are still trending. They’ve been asking for your Twitter account.” “Well, glad that I don’t have one because I don’t like people checking out my life, watching my posts like a creep.”

The strong smell of cigarette smoke was making me feel sick. "Who was that?" I whirl as soon as we're down the path. "That's my housemate, Emily," he informs me, not looking fazed. "Don't listen to her, she is mentally unstable, I'm sure of it." "She walks around like that?" I shriek. "That's her uniform. She works at that nightclub across town. You know, the one with the topless waiters?" "No...?" I trail off. "Clearly you do, though."

-How about we hang out some time like old friends. Aiden: Old friends? -Well friends. Aiden: It is only been two months since you left, Tiffy. -Guess I've got a glitch in my head. Aiden: Right, tonight at lé mongás cafe, just down the streets. -Cool. I buried my head into my pillow and another message popped in. It was a group chat; -The Morafuckers- What in the- Above it was a notification; Allen added You, Asshole, Ciara, and Isaac.

"Or would you rather we both ditch everyone and stay in here?" Girls throw themselves at me at every given moment, it was surprising that even though I did like to have a good time with them, I was not the playboy that everyone thought I was. I mean, I am a very bad boy who has done some very bad things…, trust me when I say that I have done some very very bad thing. But I don't just go around fucking everyone because I can. There's class in limited access and I liked to keep it that way but gossips like the Coral Writer, a popular anonymous blogger had painted me black already.

“She is the main target of mockery and most of her age mates tagged her a disgrace to womanhood. In her latest video, she blasted the citizens for having their fucking noses in her business and what was wrong with having a tattoo ” He turned on his phone and played the video for him. “Hello you motherfuckers! I posted a picture with my new tattoo and you called me a disgrace. What the fuck is wrong with getting a tattoo?” In most of Paige Adams' videos, she used foul languages and was happy to use them. She hated people's criticism a lot for her boyish behavior and also hypocrites. “She is just this way. Uses foul words and makes everyone go against her in a second. She is not afraid of bein

he said "hmm, so you are saying you are a bad person, a badboy'' I smiled "Yeah I am a badboy and that makes you a bad girl with you by my side" ''so you are saying I am the badboy's bad girl right?" "no wrong" he grab my chin forward "you are beautiful like a doll, feisty and strong so I'd say you are The Badboy's baby doll" he stated darkly with a smirk.

The Riot Kings Summer Rally transformed Riverdale for one weekend each year. Motorcycles lined the main street, leather-clad riders from chapters across three states filling the bars and restaurants. Music, laughter, and the constant rumble of engines created a soundtrack unlike any other. Valentina stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, barely recognizing the woman who looked back. Faded jeans hugged her curves, tucked into well-worn boots. A simple black tank top showed off arms that had grown stronger from months of mechanical work. And over it all, the leather jacket with roses embroidered on the back—a piece of her past reclaimed, no longer hidden away in shame.