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“What the actual fuck is babe? Do I look like somebody’s fragile little porcelain doll to you?!” My hands flailed in the air for emphasis, one clutching the blanket like I was shielding myself from verbal assault. If I’d had the strength, I would’ve thrown the water jug at his smug face. The weird part is am physically bigger than him, yet he’s calling babe… that’s cringe as fuck.

What's with the fake sentiments? Fabian, however, shoved forward with the same arrogance and pride he had always carried. His face was red, furious and embarrassed. At least some people never change. "This is a joke!" he barked. "She's a fraud. A pretender. You freaking died-how can you fake your own death and come back as an Alpha? That isn't possible, she's an abomination, a fucking disgusting hybrid." I didn't spare him a glance; all I did was roll my eyes.

Fabiola mumbled. "He's a whole lot better with his clothes off," Buffy sneered at Fabiola. Sometimes I'm a super-selfish bastard; I want life to cut me some slack. Waiting for us was Oneida...in biker clothing. That would have merely been bad, dangerous and creepy except I was dressed in work clothes.

How unfair it is to Jenna that all this had to happen to her! ‘Get out of here! Also, why doesn’t Young Master Burton have better taste? He could’ve picked someone like Sophia, for God’s sake!’ ‘I’m having a hard time trying to remain their fans right now…!’ Within an hour, there were already over three million comments… and as expected, Facebook ended up crashing again…

God, this felt sooo good. “Come on, Bree,” I taunted, my voice leery. “You may think you can’t get on your knees for me because you're such a high-blooded Vale. But trust me, a higher Vale really loved it when he did.” Fabian chuckled loudly. “Damn, baby,” he said, casting me a heated look. “Smug you really have a potty mouth, uhn?” I winked at him, the triumph that was currently flowing down my veins making me feel bold. “You would like to experience being on your knees for me, won’t you?”

I declared, stepping into our freshly renovated, budget-turned-brilliant base like a queen returning from a campaign. Tita Maribel was in the corner, curled on the new beanbag I ordered last week (pink and fluffy, because her old bones deserved luxury), fanning herself with a magazine that had Gong Yoo’s glorious abs on the cover. “Ay naku, Krystal, this one! He is the real buffet,” she said, giggling like a teenager. I handed her a mug of my French press brew and grinned. “We stan the king. Gong Yoo supremacy forever.”

Kris asked. Abby rose and smiled at the nickname Kris had bestowed on her on the farm, all those years ago. She never liked the nickname, but Kris had tagged her with it when a huge cricket had jumped down the back of her neck, causing her to shriek uncontrollably while doing the highland fling. Needless to say, the name stuck, just like her absurd fear of crickets and grasshoppers. Orthopterophobia. She could deal with snakes and spiders. Just not crickets or anything that looked remotely crunchy or spiky. Abby shuddered.

They had a good laugh about it while they peeped on her. Funky music played from his phone reduced to a level only they could hear, Mrs. Michaels detested noise. Joan twirled around, again and again, her braids twirling with her. It was all Joan's music on his phone, she had forced it in him when she was helping him set up his new phone uuntil he ended up enjoying them; Ariana Grande, Camila Cabello, little mix, and the likes, he felt embarrassed, his male ego was ashamed of him. Joan had too much influence on him.

“Babe wake up” I repeatedly saying this word while shaking Chryss to wake him up “Nnng” and that is only thing he does. Moan. O my ghad. We didn’t even make out earlier but he got this exhausted. He got too many things to do again tomorrow and I pity him for having that kind of role. The story got a twist that he is the real brother of the girl we are bullying. Too much acting and after it we did photo shoot. We are really busy that we don’t have any time left for each other.

“No one asked for your opinion. Why don’t you do us all a favor and buzz off already? Don’t you have a bog or a swamp or something to crawl back into?” Sabrina merely raised an eyebrow, her blue eyes gleaming maliciously. “You know, Fiona,” she said with a mocking tone, “you’re actually not all that bad looking. Some might even say that you’re pretty. I wonder… Are you keeping Celeste around to make yourself look better? You know, the designated ugly fat friend? The DUFF?” The room seemed to grow colder and my throat tightened. Tears welled up, and I could feel them threatening to spill over. All I wanted was to disappear, to melt away. The weight of her words felt crushing.