Novel & Cerita Can I Say A Bad Word Tiktok

I vomited the words before focusing my attention back to my mate. Saying those words to people isn't in my dictionary. I don't even know how to say it to other people and here I am, telling a mere human sorry. Oh maybe because she is Mika's mate. Well, maybe. T B C

🎶 cause everybody has a dark side and I'm across, never meant to be the bad guy but now I'm lost 🎶 ZARA LARSSON- DARK SIDE After having my bath, I put on a plain white shirt with shorts and laid on my bed. Just staring at my ceiling. Too good at goodbyes by sam Smith blaring through my headset and I laughed at the sudden coincidence of my playlist and my life. This song is a technical motivation to block out so many toxic people in my life right now.

Staggered breathes and risen heartbeats. “How the fuck do we top that? I mean that was pretty much a live show!” Tarja calls out. “Maybe it’s good to have something to calm down by now. It’s your turn anyway.” Alexei smirks. “Okay, Anatoli. Truth or dare?” She looks at him, the heat of previous events clear on his face. “Truth.”

The kind we used to exchange when we got up to shit we weren't supposed to and had to hide it from our parents. "Tell Mommy and Daddy they are full of shit. I am fine," I said and ruffled his hair with a hand. Keanu's eyes went wide. Shock sang through him. "Can I exactly use those words?" I snorted. "Fuck no! They'll skin me alive if they knew I taught you that shit. So keep it to yourself." "Will I still be able to watch Tom and Jerry if I said those words?" "Most definitely fucking not." ***

Yes_you_suck YES, SAY THAT AGAIN AND IMMA COME TO YOUR HOUSE THIS MINUTE TO HIT YOU WITH MY BAT. Cereal_killer DAMN! SORRY THAT WAS AUTOCORRECT. NOE4LIFE! THERE! Will_the_devil WOW! YOU ALL ARE SO WEIRD. I_pooped WELCOME TO THE LIFE OF COMMONERS, MR. ASSHAT PRINCE. Will_the_devil I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF HALF OF THE WORDS YOU GUYS USE. WHAT'S 'ASSHAT' AND 'NOE' AND 'ZOE?'

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She pulled away, noticing my reluctance to give her a response. "You didn't return any of my texts, Ariyah, what's wrong?" She scanned her eyes through me. I hated for her to walk away like Jane, without knowing the cause of my silence. I breathed heavily, not knowing what to do. I pulled my phone put and typed aggressively, ignoring her worried face. *I'm sorry but I can no longer talk to you. I have decided to be a mute for the rest of life.* I speed texted her, a little bothered by what she would say.

It started that way. It didn't stay that way. Seven words. By Thursday morning they were everywhere. Screenshotted on I*******m stories with heart emojis and fire emojis and the crying-face emoji that could mean twelve different things depending on who was posting it. Quoted in the campus confessions page comments – some sincerely, some sarcastically, some in ALL CAPS with seventeen exclamation marks. A girl in my American Lit seminar had it as her phone wallpaper by lunch. Someone made a TikTok.

I take a long sip of my drink and smile. Amelia scrolls through her phone and groans. “Okay, but can we talk about the internet?” Jenna lifts an eyebrow. “What now?” “You’re trending,” Amelia says, flipping her phone around. “Like globally. There’s a TikTok edit of your punch synced to Bad Bunny’s Booker T. It has two million likes.” Jenna blinks, then grins. “As it should be.” Bethany claps her hands once. “Jenna. You got verified on T*****r this morning. People are begging to know where you teach.”

“T*****r, I*******m, TikTok—the works. By tonight, #BrownFamilyExposed will be trending.” “Good,” I said, leaning back in my chair. “Make it loud. Make it hurt.” Mira hesitated, glancing at the file. “Are you sure? This could… it’ll hit Mr Dalton. What if he finds out it was us?” I laughed, a short, bitter sound. “Let it hit him.”