Good Me Bad Me の小説・ストーリー

I guess good always returns. * * * *

" look. He turned towards the stage and The principal started her address. The whole address thing was a blur since I was wondering why he called me a Zombie? Did I look that bad? I was getting anxious. I slowly whispered to Becky.' He called me a Zombie'. But she couldn't hear me, so I texted her. Becky: Whatttt???? Angry emoji. June: Do I look bad? Becky: Don't kid yourself, I think he is blind!

"I promise" "I promise"

"You did exceptionally well, Good Boy." ​Kai’s breath hitched slightly at the old moniker, a sudden, heated intensity replacing the exhaustion in his dark eyes. He looked up at Adrian, a familiar, playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "I thought we said no more rules, counselor." ​"No more rules," Adrian agreed, his thumb tracing a slow circle against Kai's spine through the fabric of his shirt. "But a little praise never hurt anyone. Especially when it’s entirely deserved."

This was bad. Very bad.

" Goodnight" ***

Goodbye. ****

“Erm... yeah sure. I think I want a fruit punch.” He nods and begins to walk away, “One fruit punch coming right up.” Suddenly all the lights switch off and there is just one spotlight to one side focusing on Melissa. I see her holding a microphone and she once again flashes an evil smile at me, making me realize that bad is about to happen. She says, “Hey everyone, I am Melissa as all of you know. Today I want to give Liam his birthday present and I am going to give it to him right now, right here.”

"Oh! My nigga." That was Bad voice coming from the inside. He opened the gate and embraced me warmly. Bad was quite a chubby guy; about 5.6 feet tall, dark in complexion and he was always on a total shaved head, chin, cheeks, and upper lip. "How are you doing bruh?" "I am good fam. Um! Can you please Let off me? I am not some kinda bitch." "You my bitch motherfucker." "Fuck you, Bad get off me."

( Play song) Treating you well, but I’m caught in the middle I caught the edge of the knife and it hurts just a little Yeah, and I know, and I know, and I know, and I know that I can’t be your friend It’s my head or my heart and I’m caught in the middle My hands are tied but not tight enough You’re the high that I can’t give up Oh Lord, here we go I might hate myself tomorrow but I’m on my way tonight At the bottom of the bottle, you’re the poison in the wine