Fizz X Ozzie Romane & Geschichten

“Stay away from her. Don't even look at her, I'm serious.” “Jeez, why so serious? I was just joking. I'm sure the love of my life is somewhere kissing some guy claiming to love her, I'll be with you soon my love.” “You're such a weirdo.” I said with a disgusted facial expression. “Any leads with Pius?” My mood immediately changed when I heard his name. “Not yet, we're still working on it. Although I feel like he and Terry were accomplices.” “Well, they're both Russians so it is not that much of a surprise.”

The whistle sound pierced through the awkwardness for a brief moment. Teams began raising their banners. “We're up, Rosie.” Lena said. We stood up, raising our ‘Go Team Hackville’ banner. Lena leaned closer. “Are you gonna tell me why Andrew's eyes seem to be parading themselves all over your body and why he looks as red as a tomato?” I glanced at Andrew for confirmation. “I believe you should ask him that.” I grunted. “You guys were about to kiss, weren't you?” “No.” I hissed, scrunching my face in disgust.

Buttoned his blazer and stepped in beside me. "We want to demonstrate to you tonight the power of wax, ice, and knives," Ozias called out. The crowd broke into light applause. I swallowed hard but kept my smile intact. "We will show you all the ways in which one can be stimulated using these things and your imagination. Feel free to start your own little groups of fornication," Ciaran winked. "as your pleasure is our motivation."

old fossil " Teo, Jace and Cassidy burst out laughing " yeah? don't you think so? no lover at all? I wonder if Ocie had experienced a kiss and I am willing to pay someone to have a date with him/her " Zadie nonchantly said " way to go Zadie for old fossil, that term doesn't get old " Shane's voice roar while clutching his stomach while Zeph were just shaking his head. " one . . . i started counting and I'm about to kick Zadie when Zoticus softly pull me into his arms.

] It was Zoe Ingram, but the group wasn't impressed, piling on her instantly. I didn't have much impression of her; I only remembered she was always quiet and low-key at the company. Shortly after, I received Zoe's friend request. Zoe: [Casper, they fired me, too. All because I wore a red shirt yesterday. Oscar said it clashed with Ms. Bianchi's aura.] My eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of ridiculous reason was that? Zoe: [Oscar has turned the place into a total circus. He demanded from Ms. Bianchi that we can't leave our desks for more than five minutes or it's a $200 fine each time.]

‎ ‎I watch as Ivy and her friend listen to Damon's rubbish, because I know he can never say anything sensible, with rapt attention, gesturing with his hands as he speaks. ‎ ‎"The girl with Ivy, they seem really close. Is she safe?" ‎ ‎"You mean Roxie?" Right, Roxie! "Yeah I think she's safe. So far she doesn't seem like a threat, she's really friendly and I've seen her defending Ivy a few times." ‎ ‎I nod my head slowly. ‎ ‎The sound of a whistle finally makes me tear my eyes from Ivy. ‎ ‎Everyone leaves the bleachers and gathers around our training instructor, Fizzwick popularly called Sir Fizz, in the training field.

He bowed as he saw me coming. “Is Savio in?” I stepped into the elevator, pressing on the private floor. He shook his head. “No. He left a few minutes ago,” *Alone?” “No, he left with Ronan,” I cocked a brow, pulling out my phone. I was about to dial him in when his text popped up. “Trying to remember why we need the fucker Fizz alive,” “Take a breather, we need him to get more information. I want the Turkish fuckers out of my City,” I typed back.

My eyes searched around the place without my head turning, looking from Dad to Miss B to Morris. Everyone went back to their business, Dad brought out his phone and began scrolling. Morris was done with all his cupcakes and began feasting on mine. Except for Ozzy. I had almost forgotten that Morris tagged him alone. About a week ago, he was my one and only companion, until…y'know. Ozzy looked distracted from the rest of the crew, he bared his tiny teeth at me, growling. His eyes followed something invisible behind me. He let out tiny hisses and barks.