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When I raise it, it's a new text from Alexander. ALEX: Bored. ME: Why? It's fun so far. ALEX: I told you sports isn't my thing. I'd prefer to be doing something else right now. ME: Like what? ALEX: Making you moan. I clench my thighs together at the unexpected, yet very thrilling comeback from him. "Naughty. " I mouth as I type out a daring response. ME: What's stopping you?

My tears slipped down again. He panicked, fumbling to wipe them away. "Why are you crying more than me?" I sniffled. "I like you. You know that, right?" He froze, ears going red, silent. I narrowed my eyes. "Just tell me—you knew he was shady, so why'd you go back?" Noah sighed. "Did you know illegal gambling doesn't even count as a crime? Just a fine, maybe a few days in lock-up?" I blinked. "What?"

She replied and everyone gasped again. "Concisely tell others about yourself" Prof Dallas said. "November Gracie Blanco, I'm a b*tch, I hate brats and I'm in love with myself, I can listen to The Fray songs all day and I'm a black belt holder of judo, thank you" She sat after that. "Your category?" Prof Dallas asked. She raised her tag up. "To this school, I might be in the lower category but I'm the queen of my world" she said.

Crystal screamed the head news wasn’t even joking, and the comments were wild. “This is my favorite comment,” Paige said as she scrolled down and stopped at a particular user56…my eyebrows are thicker than your mom90927 “What the hell is this username?” Crystal complained and her eyes widened when she read the comment. ‘Go on, Daddy Kayden, I’m waiting for the part you bend her over and spank her like *blurred out* she is.’ “No!” Crystal wailed a blush of embarrassment creeps on her face, the comments were just too much and they were all cheering for Kayden.

I wonder why they became my friends? Crisza the fucking awesome: Who else will complain about us being noisy? I will gladly kick her. Everyone was quiet. So I chatted again. Me: You haven't answered my question yet. Why GG TULFO? Crisza the fucking Awesome: Don't you have television @BettyLaFia?

"And you, you little nymphet bitch, you can be sure you won't end up with him." Sabrina turned her back and walked to her belongings scattered on the sidewalk. While she was bending down to pick up her things, a car full of young guys drove by and saw the scene. The driver honked, and as they passed right beside her, one of them yelled: "You need some butt implants, girl!" Sabrina stood up and gave them the middle finger. She was crying with rage. And it wasn't just the guys in the car who laughed. Bonfim, who couldn't contain his laughter, decided to be helpful.

Crash narrowed his eyes, "Brat, are you acting so fearlessly because you feel like you'll definitely die this time anyway?" No one thought that Fane would be able to survive the gold difficulty. It did not make sense at all. Fane turned to look at Crash before saying coldly, "No one will think you're mute if you don't speak. Stop trying to act out here. It's not like you know me and how strong I am, so stop trying to cast your judgment." Fane was already being very polite when he said that. Fane did not want to bother arguing with someone like that, but that person refused to shut up. Crash scoffed as he smiled mockingly.

Chapter 15: The First Crack The photo hit the internet just after dawn. It wasn’t that clear but grainy, taken through frosted glass and steam but it was clear enough to identify the two bodies pressed together under the shower spray. One was broad shouldered and more muscular… unmistakably Zach Rivera while the other was smaller, dark curls plastered to his neck, head tipped back in a way that left little to the imagination. The caption on the underground fighting gossip blog was so vicious:

The question hung between them like something neither of them wanted to break first. Alex's grip loosened, but the anger was still burning. "I care about you, Lena. More than I should. You're my best friend. I miss… I miss the old us. Our movie nights on the couch. Those long talks that went until three in the morning about nothing and everything. The way you used to make me laugh until my sides hurt." His voice cracked. "I miss everything before the club… before I got hard for you.

“You little piece of shit!” Slade on the other hand looked like he was having a field day, a lazy grin spread across his lips. “You got a problem, golden boy?” Braxton tightened his hold and the club seemed to go silent, everyone crowding round with cameras raised. No, not this again. I immediately shoved Braxton, the push futile as he barely moved an inch. “Let go of him right now!” I repeated. He looked at me incredulously. “Are you kidding me?! He's ruining your dignity in public! PDA in publicㅡ”