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We were only allowed to talk less than 3 minutes on the burner phone. Days passed, and I didn't hear anything from Damon. Troy was also keeping his distance as he always locked himself up in the study room. I was bored to death and spent most of my time talking with Bucks, whose real name was Robin. Apparently Bucks was just a street name he earned on the street due to his huge muscular physique and I understood why. He was well-built, had that bouncer mess with me, and I'll kick your ass kinda look.

I sat up in a jump, reaching for the bag as he stood up and stretched. " So this is what you ran to your room to get? " Theo teased the boy. Opening the bag, I pulled out a tank top, or at least, what was left of one, since it looked like it had lost a nasty fight with the scissors. The side was very low cut, and you could see that it had been cut halfway down its length, and the neckline had also been expanded. But what was most striking was the handmade painting of a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn with the letters "T A M" underneath.

It was hard to pinpoint what bothered me exactly, but something about “Billionaire, owner and CEO of the Boston Barnacles spotted in a psychiatric clinic” struck an unsettling feeling in my chest. I was not supposed to feel pain or weakness, or at least to the point where I couldn't handle it. Tucker Harris was not a torn man unable to process his past. Tucker Harris was a force to be reckoned with. The unstoppable force and the immovable object. How was I supposed to take care for others if I couldn't take care of myself? Did that mean that I didn’t take care of Jordan?

I'm actually lucky— I gasp when I notice Brandon is taking off his shirt. "Wh-what are you doing?!" He pauses. "I want my abs to be in the painting...is that a problem?" I glance down at his abs, sexy belly button, and v-lines before swallowing hard to regain my focus. I'm pretty sure the entire room is checking him out, but everyone here is an introvert; they don't dare to complain. They have also seen naked men before—last week, someone was posing for us entirely naked. So, this isn't anything new, but Brandon is much hotter than the guy from last week.

Fuoco was going through the messages and profiles, when she found a message from "Darkknight" This name caught fuoco's attention and she could not resist herself from opening and reading it. It was from a person, who seemed to be her fan. It said that he was happy that "Bumblebee" was back and he if she had plans of working for something big and with a big organization, she could let him know.

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Her brother was protecting her in his own way. "A bullying kink, huh?" Danny said and nodded. "I kinda get it." "You love it when I bully you," Jayce said with an evil grin, pulling the smaller boy into a headlock. As the group discussed weird kinks they either had or had heard of, Lexi began to feel better about herself. She wasn't defective or broken or stupid. 'I'm... normal,' she thought. It hadn't occurred to her before today that everyone had strange urges or odd little preferences.

Pati siya, nahawa sa pagpa-panic ng bakla. "May nangyaring 'di inaasahan. Si Ruby iyong isang model natin! Naaksidente kanina sa CR. Magbibihis na sana siya para sa finale pero nadulas siya at na-sprain ang ankle. Kailangan ko siyang isugod sa ospital para malapatan kaagad ng lunas ang namamagang paa. Kulang ka ng isang model para sa finale! Iyan pa naman ang pinaka-highlight ngayong gabi. Aawayin tayo ng designer bukas o 'di kaya'y kakasuhan!" Kinabahan din siya sa narinig. Lumingon siya at naghanap ng pwedeng pumalit kay Ruby. May iilang matang nakatunghay sa kanya, siguro'y nagtataka rin sa nangyayari.

“Thanks so much, Ricky! That’s the best present ever.” Warmth pulses through me, a full-body glow that makes the edges of the hospital walls fade to background blur. “But for now,” Jackson says, sliding a Build-a-Bear box toward her, a stuffed animal, complete with a birth certificate dated … 1 April … of course. We named the floppy-eared, pink bunny Banksy — after her favorite street artist. A mini fashion store for the stuffed animal stands in the corner, piles of tiny outfits stacked like a high-fashion runway for toddlers. Leyla’s hands flutter over the fabrics, her smile widening to the point it might split her face in two.

Tina sneered at me. "What did you pour on me?" I dared to ask as I stared angrily at her with tears in the corner of my eyes. "Aww...dear Anastasia do you wanna very much already,I can help you find your mommy if you want." Tina made fun of my state. I wanted to say something or at least attack her but the person behind them made me say nothing. It was Dennis, my classmate who is also a bully and also one of her fanboys. I know high school was messed up.