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“FINE. But he still shouldn’t insult you like that!” I gave my best friend a warm hug. “Thank you for standing up for me all the time, Joy. It really encourages me.” Joy rubbed my back soothingly. “You sweet thing, you. Now—.” She pulled back with a serious stare. “We need to get you some clothes that’ll dazzle everyone at BAD.” “It’s B.A.D.” “Whatever. I don’t give a fuck shit about that horrible place. Let’s go shopping.” “But aren’t the shops closing soon? I thought maybe I could borrow some of your blouses–.”

"What are you doing?" "Just getting the water," Morticia shrugged, trying to mask her nervousness. "Well then, hurry up. Let me help you," Ava offered, taking the remaining two glasses from the counter. Morticia followed her mother out of the kitchen, her eyes settling on the demigod, chatting and laughing with her brother. He wore his usual black sleeveless shirt, revealing the black inked tattoos that ran through his muscular arms-an evident to his workouts. One thing she loves the most was the way he clicked his tongue, running it along the ring on his inviting pink lips, his well-chiseled jaw moving slightly. It made him look freaking hot. His disheveled hair and the glittering earring c

When they reached the kitchen, Lily finally let go of her hand and threw open the pantry door with dramatic flair. “Guess what I still keep stocked just for you?” she announced, her eyes sparkling. She pulled out a bright red bag of kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips. Maya’s jaw dropped. Then she let out a shaky laugh that turned into a sound halfway between a giggle and a sob. Her hand flew up to her chest as she felt tears sting her eyes. “Lily… you didn’t have to…” she whispered, her voice trembling. Lily stepped forward, serious now, and hugged her again. “Of course I did,” she said firmly. “I missed my best friend. You’re the only person in the world who would finish these with me wit

Two of the post was of his jerseys, I recognized the other one, it was the one I spilled latte on, while the other one was the black one I just saw. There one picture which was of him and his entire teammates, my eyes landed on Theo who was standing right next to him, grinning widely... "That jerk" I cursed under my breath before I scrolled to the next post, it was a photo of him and some guy standing right next to him. This one had caption "The Best friend of the year" and he even tagged a page with the name Theodore Gomez I crocked my eyebrows confused, the guy standing next to him had black hair and blue eyes, he doesn't even look like the one I met.

Sharon shook her head as I down it and poured another. “Are you sharing or is that all for you?” “Oh,” I turned to retrieve a glass for her. “I’m sorry. This shit has got me all flustered.” I poured her a glass and slid it over to her. “I see, but don’t feel bad, I’m in the same boat,” Sharon admitted. “What? With Matt?” “Yes and this is serious,” She gulped down the glass of wine so quickly I watched her immediately pour another. “He’s my son’s best friend!”

He wore a dirty blue T-shirt, barefoot, crouched on the ground playing in the mud. There was something in his hand. It was a phone in a pink case, with a cat paw grip stuck to the back. My mind went blank. That phone case was the birthday gift I gave Lena.

But I'm tired of being seen as a child and I plan on taking matters into my own hands. The rest of the morning blurred. Breakfast, more gifts, Father reminding me about rules even on my birthday. By afternoon, I was buzzing. Sofia arrived, my best friend and partner in crime. We went shopping for clothes. “Time to get you ready for tonight,” she said, eyes sparkling as she dragged me out of the house after greeting my brothers. We went to different boutiques and bought a lot. We stopped to rest and have a quick lunch break. With guards stationed discreetly, of course.

Christine said to me while helping me rummage through the cabinet. I saw a white polo shirt with a knitted red rose on its upper right collar. “It’s not a date that you think it is. We’re just friends.” I hold the polo shirt higher for me to see its length. “What do you think about this?” I asked her.

Bianca looked apologetically at Frost's shirt, knowing that it must be expensive and custom-made, with the bottom embroidered with a floral letter "L" "Usually, I can wear my shirt three times, but now I can get a new one ahead of schedule!" Frost replied. "That's so wasteful! Take it off, I promise to clean it for you, at least another 30 times!" Although this behaviour had never belonged to Frost, he still cooperated and took off his shirt, revealing a white short-sleeved T-shirt made of island cotton underneath, which clung to his lean figure. However, Bianca had cried so hard just now that her tears and snot had seeped through the shirt and dirtied the T-shirt.

Together. He reached me, but my short shorts were acting as a barrier. I internally grew frustrated when he tried to get into them but failed three times, miserably. At functions, I always wore my underwear then a shorts over it. I felt more comfortable that way. "Just let me do it," I ordered. He moved from over me as I brought myself up, removed my short shorts and long ass dress, and stayed in my red lace bra and underwear. A smile of triumph came on his face as he hovered over me again. I removed his jacket, tie then his shirt. He had a tattoo on his chest in the shape of a flower.