Kïng of Campus
I mean jock.
Especially some football playing Neanderthal who obviously thinks he's god's gift to the female population of Barnett University.
Ugh.
Thanks, but no thanks. I’ll pass.
A proposition of a sexual nature from the likes of Roan King… I accept! KingOfCampus.com
With my head bent forward, my caramel colored hair falls over my face like a thick curtain, shielding it from view. Tapping my foot nervously, I wait until Mr. Abs of Steel swaggers his way up front to speak with the professor. Just as I’m about to make a break for it, he saunters back over to his desk before picking up his backpack and strolling out the door like he has all the time in the world.
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