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Charlotte is the chairman of my class and let me tell you, if any boys try to get into her pants, she will make sure that she leaves the guy with a broken nose and a broken dick. Kayden and Jayden are fraternal twins. Despite being twins, they're very different in some ways; especially when it comes to the type of girls they like. Kayden likes girls who would only be willing for one-night stands but Jayden like girls who can commit to a relationship. But both brothers communicate well with each other, so I guess it is really the twin's thing?

It is a free world. I'm writing this as someone who if he has to find himself in this position will act on. Thank you to all my readers, I appreciate it. I don't know when I will write the next one but the title will be TAMING THE WEIRD FEELING. If in case you feel like talking to someone, I am available, most especially if it has to deal with same-sex attraction. MY F******K ID: Komolafe Olamide Israel My nickname is Prof Israel. Don't forget to drop your comments, most especially what you anticipate for the sequel.

me : is it I don't know weirdo : how can you know when you are weird psycho me : wow such a beautiful name thank you weirdo : thank you soon we will meet your girlfriend right then I will say to her your name me : who is my girlfriend weirdo : you have a poor memory right how can you ditch your girlfriend you said you will love a monkey now we are going there to meet her she started laughing by saying niha and mahi also started laughing I seen at weirdo she is laughing more and more by watching my face I didn't said anything she asked "are you hurted" I asked "what if I say yes will you coax me" she moved away I laughed by looking at her face when we reached the place they started roaming ev

Listening to them saying behind me. "What's wrong with the weirdo?" "Isn't this the very reason we call her a weirdo." And they again chuckled at this. Weirdo ,this was my new name here. Not their fault though, I was weird anyways. Not talking to anyone, not speaking anything except yes or no, busy with a notebook and pen in my hands...scribbling something everyday...to go back to sleep in my quarters while others gossiped and enjoyed. I was weird. So it's fine.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

She stuttered out. I caused that, I know I did. If I am not glaring at her sister then I am busy calling her weirdo. I've been too immersed with weirdo that I have never really noticed her sister. She's also beautiful and has a different features from weirdo, they don't look alike so I am guessing that maybe weirdo takes after their mother and her sister takes after their father. Whatever the case is, I have to be good to her since we are now family but first, I need to apologize for being an ass.

Jace was sick today.I said I would stay with him but he said I should go to school because I would still see somethings that reminds me of him.I don't know how but he have the flu and he also said it was best if he stay home and I wasn't near him.I had stupid geography now.I hate to be alone.I don't want to talk to anyone in the class, they are just not the same plus this school is full of friends in group and stereotypes so they wouldn't want to break a chain to let me in. I zone out in class 1. because I already know these things and 2. because I want to think about Jace.

Seemingly overnight, I received a ton of private messages on one of my social media platforms. They were all from strangers who called me an ingrate and claimed I was a fool—a love-addled fool who didn't know what was good for me. Their insults left me feeling outraged and indignant. Amid my confusion, I saw a video Natasha posted. It turned out that she had been posting videos about me online, claiming I was her love-addled brain dorm mate who dedicated my entire life to my boyfriend.

Her breathing stiffened, and a sudden suffocating feeling wrapped around her chest. “No… no…” she whispered, disbelief coating her voice. Her hands shook violently as she scrolled. One video became two. Two became many. Different angles. Different clips. Different platforms. All Elowen. The more she scrolled, the more her chest burned, as if something hot was crawling under her skin. Jealousy, anger, and disbelief mixed together until her head felt light. “How is this possible?” she muttered, her lips trembling. Earlier, when her mother had mentioned that Elowen was trending online, Scarlett hadn’t cared to look. Like her father, she had assumed it was a disgraceful video. Maybe people mocki

DANIKA Music booms in the club, the flashy lights making my head spin. I had been unsettled about coming here tonight. But Cora had convinced me to come. It was my only friend's birthday after all. I've never been to a club before; therefore, everything feels...too much. Cora hurries over to our booth with colored drinks that may contain alcohol. I've only ever tasted alcohol once. And it was a tiny sip during the orientation party. Maybe this is what I need after days of intense pressure.