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Red. Her brows furrowed at the text. Watching it as if it was a lump thrown from outer space, she didn't realise when he came out of bathroom, already ready, wearing formals. He recognized the glimpse of distress on her features, reflecting in his own furrow of brows. He came closer, briskly taking his phone that she was watching like a volcano, seeing as their eyes connected, her worried, his curious.

When I realised the edges of the desk were too far from me, I held on to his shoulders while my back moved up and down as he rammed into me. "Fuck." I cried literally. I was at the peak when I began to squirt all over the place. I'd forgotten to let him know I was a squirter but I don't think he cared. If anything, it seemed to make him more aroused as his groans began to sound like small cries for help.

The realization gnawed at me, but I shoved it away, refocusing on what was happening in front of me. A murmur began to ripple through the crowd, the buzz of disbelief and quiet speculation surrounding me like a cloud. I couldn't help but feel irritation at their curious stares, their voices rising in hushed discussion. They should have just kept watching, but I couldn't control the frustration that built in my chest.

Grandma Florence's funny reaction was priceless. Her face changed from shock to amazement and then to anger in a matter of seconds. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and her wrinkled hands trembled as she tried to process the shocking news that her granddaughter was spilling. It was as if someone had turned on a switch, and her emotions were on a rollercoaster ride.

I was standing still, with my eyes intensely fixed on him, already lost in the flatters and that pleasant feeling, so much that I didn't realize how wide my smile was. I stood there, clutching my chest with my head tilted to the side, and my lips resting in a pleasant smile. But not so many wore the same reactions as me. And Frost knew. He turned behind, and watched the expression on their faces. They still stared at him, and stared at me with sheer spite and disgust. He shook his head, and he turned away, proceeding with his next words.

“Do you know I don't have more dress with me? You think I can comeback home to change? What will you gonna do with my dress, you onster!?” I'm so furious that I fail to notice his reaction. I hit his chest the hard way, only to cause my hand in miserable pain. The confussion in his eyes don't much to the shocked that evidently shown with his widely opened mouth, and I stop to finally realize the strange He panted as if he coudn't believe everything. And I fail to guess what really in his mind. I close the distance, looking closely at the strange in his expression. Is it really part of his scbeme?

He grinned, enjoying watching her fluster. Lena spun back, eyes wide, her breath uneven. “A mess? Me? You’re the one who’s full of it,” she retorted, her voice rising, flustered and loud. “I don’t like you, I can hardly stand you half the time! You’re just just” She gestured wildly, words failing her, her cheeks visibly pink now.

A sense of soaring elation that I just pretty much delivered a big ‘fuck you’ with minimal effort. Arrick’s face changes from deadpan calm to utter shock; his eyebrow twitches, trying to conceal disbelief, a confused smile and frown, yet doesn’t know what to say, or how to even react. He just keeps staring at me, bewildered. I guess he probably just wasted a couple of hundred bucks on that empty gesture, and I don’t actually care.

I thought, my heart racing with satisfaction. Flora’s reaction was immediate. She stormed out of her room, her face a mask of horror. “Graham!” she shouted, rushing to find him. “Graham, you need to see this!” Meanwhile, Graham was already on his way to the screen, drawn by the gasps and whispers. His face paled as he saw the video. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, his fists clenching. Flora arrived, her eyes wide with panic. “Graham, do something!” she pleaded. “This is a nightmare!”

Confusion flickered across her face, quickly replaced by realization. Then she screamed, stumbling to the floor. “For fuck’s sake,” I muttered, amused despite myself.