Novel & Cerita Budderball Buddies

Which is a first from the moody biker. “You stay with this lady, ‘til Killer gets you, got it.” Bull doesn't wait for a reply before his heavy footfalls get distant in his retreat. I peer down at the kid, at a loss. His little fingers tugging my ponytail. “Your hair is pretty like Aunt Ky. What's your name? Do you like PlayStation? Are you a Dodgers fan? My dad hates the Dodgers! Do you like ice-cream? I only like the caramel fudge, my dad says ice-cream is ice-cream and I shouldn't be fussy just glad that I can have any, but uncle Michael says my dad is a moron because caramel fudge is the best flavor but what would he know ‘cause he never tasted it….Bu..”

His long dreads bounced in his ponytail. “Welcome back, Max.” I greeted him with a fist bump when he reached me. “Ready for senior year? How many notches will you get on your bedpost this year?” Max chuckled as he glanced at some rugger bunnies. Rugger Bunnies are the girls that hang around the rugby team. They aren’t fans. That would require knowing anything about the sport. No, a rugger bunny is a woman who’s down to fuck anyone on the rugby team.

He doesn’t understand what he said to make me pull away. Honestly though, who can I trust when it comes to the triplets? They’ve been friends with everyone I know since they were kids. If it ever came down to it, they would choose the triplets. Once we get down to the field, teams are already picked for dodgeball, and I end up on a team with Gunner and Sarah.

She stood next to Miranda, who was standing very close to Tad, the greasy-haired (and also greasy-faced, Lauren thought) object of her affection who did not look at all like Matt Dillon. On the other side of Tad was his friend Billy, who also did not look like Matt Dillon and who seemed to have about as much interest in Lauren as she did in him—that is, none at all. Tad was very involved with his latest round of Karate Champ and they were all supposed to care just as much as he did. Lauren didn’t see why they couldn’t all at least go and play their own games as long as they were in the arcade, but Tad liked to have a cheering section around him.

“You’re going to kill him if I allow you to go through with this, look at what you did to him.” “We didn’t hit him, Ari. We simply pushed him away and he ended up in the dirt. Are humans really this fickle?” Zach laughed, seemingly amused by everything going on. “You’re going to pay for this!” I heard Robert roar as he finally got up to his feet. His friends had flanked him on their side and I massaged my temple. All ten of them wouldn’t be able to stand Zach, much less the two of them but I didn’t feel any iota of pity towards them. I hated bullies with everything in me.

A 'bed buddy. Maybe on the day he swore that promise to me in front of a crowd, Cassidy wasn't there. So when it came to choosing someone to cheat with, Vincent had chosen her without a shred of guilt.

I started. "Hang out much," Jasper finished smoothly. "Well, that's about to change!" Dad announced cheerfully. "Four weeks is plenty of time to become best friends again." Best friend? Again, Right?

I said and Betty roll her eyes leaving to the station, mara and I chuckled before she left following her behind, I left to the table, getting the cookies, it aroma fill my nose, I took a bite , chewing as the taste met my tongue, " hmmmm" I moaning taking more bite , " it sweet right" someone said beside me and I nod , opening my eyes to see one among the guy who got promoted with their mara earlier, " sorry if I startled you .....am Madden but my friends calls me ..." " Maddie what are you doing here , you don't want to sit one place right" the other guy cut him off while Madden just smile, taking a bite from the cookies he was holding, " scar why disturbing me , are you now my baby sitter

Thorian's Perspective As I found myself immersed in a thrilling football match with my friends, the familiar voice of someone in the distance caught my attention. "Look, it's Ashley and her dance buddies," came the taunting remark. Intrigued, I turned my head to observe the source of this comment, and there she was, Ashley, surrounded by a group of individuals she referred to as her "dance buddies." Although, it was clear that some folks had other, less flattering names for them, with one particularly crude addition, "More like fuck buddies."

But as we placed our orders and waited for the food to arrive. "So, I said we can be friends, but the offer is still up," she said, smirking mischievously. I was confused. "What offer?" I asked. "We can be fuck buddies. Friends with benefits," she clarified, her tone seductive. I was taken aback. "But you have a boyfriend?" I protested. "He's so far away. I need to fulfill my needs," she purred. "I'm not interested," I said firmly. She shrugged, undeterred.